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0ghostwriter0 · 3 years

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Peaky Blinders Imagines

This is a bit random. This is not edited or proof read so please read and like if you want. Not tagging anyone for this as can be very sensitive.

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Original Character (Lucille Hughes)

Warnings: Suicide but no major detail, emotions, violence, mention of affairs, swearing

The two meet for the first time when Shelbys chose to expand to south London. Lucille is the niece of Father Hughes so she’s uses to a different way to life.

Before the war, Lucille was abused by her father sexually and physically. His excuse was that he blamed his daughter for not being able to conceive another child after her birth. A fact that her mother had turned a blind eye to. During the war, Lucille was 14 when her father had left for the war and months later she would be orphaned following her fathers death in action which triggered her mother’s depression. By 1924, the 24 year old had been running the Hughes for 10 years. The Hughes were powerful business people but an even more powerful London based Gang. Much to the young Lucille’s dismay, the Hughes became notorious. Being the only person to hand during the war, it was her responsibility to control the legal and illegal business from going under. During the years of the war, Lucille face abuse and hardship from every angle. Much to her surprise, the uncle who comforted her sought out to abuse and rape her for many years before she claimed her full power in the Hughes during 1919. After which the young woman had prematurely aged in wisdom and became one of the most powerful gang leaders in London. After the Italians and Russians were run out of London by the Shelby’s, the young Hughes became a legend. The death of Father Hughes allowed Lucille to hide in the shadows and conduct her business as she saw fit. The once well known woman of society, started to decline from social events until she stop attending, the risk was too high to be left unguarded with socialites. As her power grew so did her lack of trust and rightly so.

By 1931, Lucille was reacquainted with Thomas Shelby. The two began their professional relationship but Lucille wanted an out. Thomas began to see a different side to Lucille that she tried to keep away from her work- the abused woman. Following his wife’s ultimatum, Mr Shelby kept Lizzie away from charity events in order to get closer to Lucille. But when Lizzie, got paranoid about Thomas sleeping with other women even though she said he could “sleep with another if they weren’t in their home and he hadn’t held his children’s hand the day prior”. The MP had been falling out of his marriage for years but for the sake of his children he would stay. One after noon, Lucille had received an invitation for a charity ball being held by the Shelby foundation. Such an invitation had not been received by Ms Hughes for quite sometime and with the added protection of the peaky blinders, Lucille chose to attend. The night was tedious. Lucille sipped on gin as she warmed up to the riches, even though she was also now a woman with money she felt out of place. After hours had passed, the near 31 year old started her goodbyes before meeting eye to eye with Thomas Shelby.

“I’ve heard that you’re making your great escape before the host can by such a beautiful lady a drink”

“Shouldn’t that woman be your dear wife”

“She neglected to join me tonight”

“Too bad she’s a lovely person to hold conversation”

“Not behind closed doors”

“I must be taking my leave Mr Shelby, I imagine the Monday meeting is still to go a head”

Thomas nodded and placed a kiss on the young woman’s cheek before escorting her to the door. Little to his knowledge, Lizzie had watched the encounter and after Thomas watched Lucille go, Lizzie confronted him.

“So that’s your new whore good to know she has no morals”

“What do you want Lizzie!”

“I want you to be mine, my husband not fucking whores”

“I’m not having this tonight Lizzie, there’s a room full of people waiting for me to go back out so just fucking leave it”

“So you are fucking her. Brilliant. I should have divorced you when I had the chance.”

“Divorce! You want a divorce, fine, I’ll give you one. Lizzie Stark you’re no longer my wife. You no longer have to worry about my business. Oh and that woman, the one that left, I haven’t fucked her”

In the days that followed, no one would have expected the events that unravelled.

It was the following Wednesday when Thomas Shelby proceeded to hand over the divorce papers as a man of his word. The past whore sat silently as she watched the Shelby walk away- walk out of her life. The peaky blinder was far from okay but would never let show the heartache he was suffering. His first wife died and haunts his days. His second, the woman who mothered Ruby and took care of his son, paranoid and divorced. He needed a friend, someone he could drink with and forget. Although, the only person he wanted to see was the lovely Lucille who always found a way to put him in his place.

Later that day, events occurred which no one could predict. Perhaps the only way you leave this family is through smoke clouds. It was around 11 when the Hughes meeting started.

“Now I know what you're going to all say so I'll say it for you. Why are we here? Well, it's come to my attention that over the years I've let things slip through the cracks. So if you're in this room, then you are one of the very few that hold my trust. I can count you all on two hands and I'm willing to cut off fingers. So I suggest you leave or prove that I chose correctly” she sat and waited for one of the rugged faces to stand an walk out on the Hughes for good.

“Right then, there's a file under your chairs. This information stays in the room. Any issues we sort them out now.”

They spent the next 2 hours editing and explain the lengths of the documents. It was 1:15 when Sophia, the Secretary, interrupted whilst stumbling through the door.

“Sophia, dear we're in the middle of a meeting, ” Lucille spoke softly while looking up from her hard oak desk. Although, after immediately meeting the gaze of the stumbling woman, Lucille nodded.

“There's a Lizzie to see you”

“Send her in, I'm sorry about the disruption this should only take a moment” Lucille nodded as she responded. Soon, a distraught sight of a woman entered the office.

“Mrs Selby, what-” her words caught off.

“You don't get to say that name, you whore.”

“Lizz-”

“Dont you fucking dare. He gave me these. I'm guessing your fucking doing!” Lizzie bellowed which shocked the room. Although, Lucilles attention was drawn to the divorce papers that fell on her desk.

“I knew you were fucking him behind my-”Lizzie was cut off by Lucille standing.

“Now I will stop you there, Ms Stark, I suggest you take a walk and return when you've calmed down. These papers have no reason to involve me, so please kindly leave”

“Im not leaving until you understand” as a gun was raise Lucille remained calm as she stood from her seat.

“Do you want to shoot me?” Lucille spoke softly as she gestured for the others in the room to hold their horses. Stepping around her desk, Lucille didn't hesitate to stand closer to Lizzie.

“As I see it you have two choices, stand here and shoot me or hand me the gun and go home.”

“I have no home. I've lost everything. So it's your turn.”

“You still have your daughter and your dignity so I suggest you hand me the gun or shoot me now” Lucille stepped closer.

In this moment, time started to freeze over.

From the corner of her eye, a man rose from his seat as Lizzie cocked her gun. Turning slowly, Lucille regretted taking her eye off of the distraught woman.

The next moments will haunt her for the rest of her life.

She felt the spatter before she heard the sound. One single shot. It wasn't the man she was now facing who had made that single shot. Trembling subtly, Lucille ran her fingers over the splatter of fluid that grazed her cheek. Her fears had been confirmed. Time stood still as the younger woman turned to the spot previously occupied by a broken woman. It was empty. Lucille refused to look down as the shocked faces confirmed what she needed to know.

Looking around the room, she planned the next step.

“In light of this sensitive event, I ask you all to hold your tongue on today’s events. Go home, kiss your other halves and I will converse with you when I am proficient.” she watchedas they all filtered out. Turning quickly,

“You ever try that again I will have your head. I was in control and you tried to be the alpha male. Today this is on me but next time it's on you. Now go.” she spoke harshly with a soft undertone as the burly man dropped his head and left like a stray dog.

The boss watched as the alpha male left and her heart dropped as Sophia started to head for the door.

“Sophia, dear I suggest you don't come in any further. Send for Mr Shelby, say nothing and take the rest of the week off. Inform the rest of the offices to leave for the week.” Sophia nodded and scurried away.

Fear filled her mind as she sunk on to the top of her desk before finally looking down. Lizzie Shelby had blown herself out. Yes Lucille was attracted to Thomas Shelby but knowing full well that Thomas was spoken for and a business partner of the Hughes. But now she had blood on her hands -her face- something she vowed never to do. She became everything her mother and father wanted except she wasn't a man.

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mavspeed · 3 years

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First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Hey @applesfallingfromblondehair, thanks for the tag love!! likewise i dont usually do this but this feels interesting so lets see if my ass has improved over the last few stories lmfkjgjk

also this will prob be a mix of xmcu fic + kingsman fic bc i think i have a more or less equal number of fics written for both

The first time Charles meets Lucifer Morningstar, actual devil from hell, ruler of the underworld, fallen son of the lord above and god knows what else, it had been after Erik had been sentenced to life imprisonment in the highest security cell in the Pentagon.

- this is from a professor and a devil walk into a bar, which is kinda a crossover rarepair fic that rose out of me and mutuals on twitter discussing tom ellis and james mcavoy being roommates and kinda... devolved from there. i am proud of this one lmfnjgkj

“Are you okay, Professor?” Hank asks quietly.

Charles blinks. He supposes it’s a valid question. He’s been in a bit of a funk the past few days- scratch that actually, the past few years. He’s just lost so much- his father, and then his mother’s love, and then Raven and Erik and Sean and countless others. Building a school, gaining students he loved to teach and nurture hadn’t helped him in the slightest, and he’s as lost as he ever was, wandering the halls of a drafty mansion alone, feeling like he’s been stranded at sea even whilst surrounded by people.

- from in the belly of the beast, which again came out of me wondering what would have happened if fox had gone w their original plan and charles had been that last horseman instead of erik. this story will prob gain a sequel... sometime in the near future when im not too bogged down by current wips

The Xavier family hall of the deceased- because of course they’re weird enough to have a cemetery- is full of rows upon rows of holograms. Charles is four and gets bored of his father crying over his mother’s hologram, so he toddles over to the other rows. Unfamiliar names, all of them- Charles is young, and he doesn’t understand death. He doesn’t even know who his mother is, who’d died at childbirth and left him with a father still at a loss when it came to bringing up a kid.

- from tequila on a spaceship, the sequel to a fic that still has some people angry at me i think. this fic never did gain as much traction as the first one but im still proud of it esp since it discusses certain themes of reincarnation that ive always wanted to see explored for myself in reincarnation aus (and i only ever saw it in danveresque’s reincarnation au)

There are cork boards covering every inch of the wall. Red strings, photographs, conspiracy threads, everything. Raven takes it in, swallowing, noticing the picture in the middle.

It’s one of Charles, when he’d been in university. His final year- he'd just been done presenting his year- end project, his fringe a tumbled mess and a bright smile on his lips. Erik had taken the picture, Charles scurrying to his side once he’d been done and demanding to look at the image, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. He looks like how Raven had always imagined him to be.

“He wouldn’t want this,” she finally says, turning to look at Erik.

- from tequila on a beach, the first fic to the fic above. this fic is v special to me because i actually wrote this on a spiral after having a very tough visit with one of my parents in the hospital after a surgery for organ removal to prevent the onset of cancer. its simpler than my other fics yet i think more powerful because of what happens. also i think the first time i killed charles off lol (spoiler alert). also idk if ppl were aware of this but this is called tequila on a beach precisely bc charles and erik were tipsy from tequila at a frat party and then went to a beach. its the way they first met (and will continue to meet for all their next lives)

Erik doesn’t know how it all started. Maybe it was when his insane sergeant had started rambling about imaginary cities, treasures of gold and cursed incantations. Maybe it was when trickles of rumours had started pouring down about the higher ups wanting to investigate unfound territory, disregard the Egyptian government’s feelings on the matter, and put a previously unfound myth on the map for all the world to see. Or maybe, Erik thinks, it was when archaeologist Klaus Schmidt put a bullet through his mother’s head and he ended up going to America armed with dual citizenship and the sole intent of wanting to drive a coin directly between Schmidt’s eyes, joining a division of the American military focused solely on guarding archaeological digs- more importantly, in Egypt, where Schmidt’s interest had shifted.

- from courting the end of the world, another one i’m just insanely proud of! this is the first time i’ve ever attempted a multichapter movie au and it actually managed to work pretty well, i at least haven’t run out of inspiration for it yet lmfjgjg. also erik as himbo rick connell... very rent free in my head

The day after they murder Shaw and leave his house of horrors, Erik crosses the Canadian border with Charles across his back. Charles had started getting tired while they’d been walking, stumbling and nearly tripping until Erik had forced him to get on his back, ignoring Charles’ protests.

The blood’s seeping out steadily from Charles’ nose, staining his shirt and soaking it through. It’s been leaking on and off, and the effects are already obvious in the dark circles beneath Charles’ eyes. Any more, and Erik knows they’ll have to find him a doctor. He hopes the nearest town in Canada has one that would be willing to treat them.

- from a world built for two. i actually dk where the inspiration for this came from, i think i was once again on a depressive spiral and wanted to break my comfort characters into pieces and put them together again. this also deals with codependency and unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result of trauma which i showed as sweet in the fic but i would def not recommend in real life. pls if u relate to either charles or erik in this go see a therapist

The call comes in the afternoon, an hour before Charles is supposed to teach his Intro to Genetics class. Frowning, Charles abandons the game of Candy Crush he’d admittedly been playing rather badly and picks it up. “Charles sp-”

“We need you, Prof,” Kitty says desperately into the phone. “He’s been in a temper all morning, and then Alex’s reports missed out a whole subsection, so he’s fired the entire marketing team! Please, Professor, you have to come immediately!”

- from and we can be pirates. i wrote this in like 4 seconds for my friend who wanted professor charles and ceo erik and actually did not expect this to gain the attention it did... its always the fics u write in like 4 seconds lmfjggj. a sequel for this Is coming too probably at some point in the very far future

Charles Xavier can admit as he sits across from Essex, hands cuffed to the desk, that in hindsight, this had perhaps not been one of his better ideas.

He refuses to admit it as he controls Erik’s mind, preventing him from lashing out and making him close his eyes to the nightmare unfolding in front of him. He refuses to admit it as he gets shoved into the back of a black pickup truck, and the butt of a gun is smashed across his forehead hard enough to knock him out cold for a few hours. He refuses to admit it when he wakes up what appears to be hours later in a cold interrogation room, hands cuffed to the table in front of him, with a suppression collar rendering his mind dark and almost achingly silent.

- from from the land of gods (bring me home). i’ve been struggling w this fic a lot (it didnt come as easily to me as the first one did) but its getting there. also i put charles through hell in this rip sorry mister xavier

In the aftermath, both of them stand at the border of the mansion. The air feels frigid, slicing into Raven’s lungs like a thousand paper cuts. “Charles, please,” she begs, heart in her throat and voice hoarse. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He wouldn’t want you to do this. It’s not too late, you can come back.”

Charles gazes back, a brick wall. He hasn’t even cleaned up, still in that damnable yellow and blue suit with blood drying in the corners of his mouth, the bridge of his nose. There’s nothing in his eyes- blank, almost see through. He looks as if he’s a mere shade, a ghost lounging about where he once was. Raven knows better.

“I will raze the world to the ground,” he finally says, his voice free of any inflection, “and when I’m done, no one will be left standing. Not you, and certainly not me.”

- from where all the poets went to die, a dark fic based on what would have happened if moira had killed erik with the bullets. its the first time ive written dark charles and it was v fun if im being honest

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Charles is a light sleeper. It’s a trait that stays with him- all the way from his father and the tests to taking care of his mother to Cain Marko and his fists to Cuba and then now, the dust of Washington settling over him and making the waking world lie an inch beyond his eyelids. It therefore stands to reason that the second the windowsill creaks he’s up in a shot, hoisting himself up and lashing out with his telepathy instantly.

That’s not a trait that had stayed with him. That’s a newly formed trait, bitter and bold, carved into existence by Cuba by his students disappearing one by one in Vietnam by the letters that announce Sean’s death in black unfriendly print by-

The tendrils of his telepathy forged cold and distant meet a barrier and recoil, stunned. He focuses his eyes and then widens them, staring at Erik who stares back, hidden beneath that infernal muddied magenta helmet of his. They stare at each other for a moment before Erik clears his throat.

- from in the valley of kings (you will come home). my first ever cherik fic! im actually also proud of this one even if i ended it horribly and half my mutuals refuse to read it bc of how it ended LMFJGJGJ. i cant believe this was supposed to be a funny and cute kid fic and then i turned it into an angst ridden mess. also leo is actually an oc whose adult version is fancasted as charlie rowe by me and another mutual on twitter and im v proud that readers are willing to die for the baby

11.

Mike has to google it, finding a crafts shop nestled into the corner of the street right smack in the middle of Louisiana, past a long and winding dirt road and the crumbling farmhouses relics of a time long past. The air is hot, humid, sticking to the back of his neck like an unwieldy parasite as he pushes the door of the shop open to the sound of the bell tinkling above.

He finds the origami paper quickly enough and has a momentary breakdown about what Bill’s favourite colour even is- he had never thought to ask him. Twenty seven years of following every single footstep of his like a dedicated, most definitely creepy stalker, three months of more than a few states traversed with Bill’s laughter now echoing in his ears like a shadow that trails after him, and this is what stumps him. It takes ten minutes, but he finally settles on light green.

- my first and last entry into the IT fandom bc i love these two but to be very fair there isn’t much content out there for him (and twitter content actually intimidates me lmfjgjjg) a thousand paper cranes never got much traction either but i suspect its bc i was horrible at promoting it. also i very much love this fic even if it never did that well bc ive always wanted to write a fic like this after watching the movie in cinemas in 2019

12.

ok nsfw i guess

Mornings start like this- Eggsy snuffling into David’s neck, attempting to work his way back up to wakefulness as David sleeps the sleep of the dead, the streams of morning sunlight gradually lightening up the room. It’s a while before he gets the energy to sit up, pushing an eager V off the bed- V for Vendetta, a kitten named after one of David’s favourite movies that they’d adopted about a month after moving in together- before stumbling to the loo. He’s already in the shower when David comes in, naked as the day he’s born with his arms entwining themselves around Eggsy’s waist as he murmurs a sleep-soft, “Good morning, love,” as he presses a kiss into the two-days-old hickey on Eggsy’s shoulder. His breath smells of toothpaste, the minty fresh kind he insists on buying from Target no matter how much Eggsy insists that the other brand is much better. Without fail, Eggsy always has a split second thought of thinking that he must truly be in heaven because no way can this be his reality, every single day, before sinking to his knees and allowing David’s cock to hit the back of his throat.

- from that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. i genuinely wish i had an opinion for this but i don’t remember writing this its been way too long

13.

The first time Eggsy sees her is in Trafalgar Square.

Trafalgar Square is uncomfortably packed on any normal day, but on New Year’s it is quite the hothouse. Sweating armpits and hot bodies plastered against each other, the twinkling lights overhead providing a flash of blue and green and yellow and red, screaming children and giggling teenagers shoving their way through- it’s a recipe for disaster. Eggsy doesn’t know how he ends up there. It happens sometimes- one second he blinks, sequestered in the comfort of his living room, and the next he’s somewhere else, as if he’s been teleported. “Life goes past you,” Tilde had said once, “and you don’t even notice.” Tilde would be right.

- this is a roxy and eggsy friendship centric fic that i abandoned bc i lost my ardor for this world about the same time i got into xmen lmfjgjg. all the king’s horses also had some great fancasts in it with dev patel fancasted too... rip ig

14.

once again, nsfw

Eggsy, truth be told, doesn’t actually like having sex in bathrooms. First of all, bathrooms generally have an unsanitary air about them. Besides that, the granite of the sinks always feel cold against his hips, there is the ever present fear of being walked in on and unlike what people might say, he actually really isn’t that much of an exhibitionist- and truth be told, he’s never liked the look of himself in the mirror mid coitus.

For David Budd, however, he suspects he might be up for anything.

- from do you ever dream of me. im actually proud of this fic and this series, i never usually write straight up porn or friends w benefits and i think it worked well in here. once again didnt get much traction but that was very of the norm for my kingsman fics lmfjgj

15.

It is on his fifth meeting with the therapist on site that she brings the issue up. The elephant in the room- or the bomb , David thinks morbidly. If asked, he can’t remember specifics about that day now. All he remembers is this- the burn of Julia’s picture in his wallet against his thigh, the Botticelli painting on the far wall and Miss Paulson’s face, severe and unsmiling.

“When you couldn’t reach Julia,” she says, after he finishes describing the feeling of running to Julia, the panic searing his chest as he’d prayed for his legs to work faster so he could do something, anything to reach her hand. “How did that make you feel?”

- from your haunted social scene. i genuinely... do not remember anything about this either helpfkjgjg,,, this has 55 comments tho which. Nice

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David brings her home on- in a move far too cliche for it to be reality- a stormy night. It’s in fact storming so hard the windowpanes shudder like leaves in the wind, droplets crashing against the glass in a cacophony so loud Eggsy more than once considers turning the radio all the way up to drown it out. He’d gone scrounging for David’s sweatshirts instead of his own halfway through, wincing intermittently at the flashes of thunder. At a particularly loud one JB had jumped up, squeaked in a very undoglike manner and skidded across the floor to cower beneath the sofa, only coming out when coaxed by Eggsy to do so. Officer Oatmeal had watched the proceedings from her regal place by the armchair, dozy eyed and blinking heavily.

- from a cat named lavender. from what i remember this was also my first try at bringing up trans eggsy

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He first appears at the black prince on a cold Monday evening, eyes like Frank Sinatra and lips arresting anyone’s gaze if they weren’t careful enough. He stood out too, clad in a respectable bomber jacket and boots that clicked against the tile rhythmically and loudly, a sort of organised, measured cacophony.

“Go and serve him,” Andrew said, fat and disinterested, seated behind the counter and idly flicking through bills, less than ten percent of which he pays Eggsy. “I’m busy.”

- from trust is left in lovers after all. i never continued this which is sad bc this did get a lot of attention... it was just v hard to keep the story going

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It usually rains cats and dogs in London but for some reason, the rain is heavier than usual today. The droplets splatter against the windows in a constant buzzing rhythm, the sound meshing together in a melody not altogether pleasant to the ears. It’s half past five and yet the light has to be kept on because that’s how dark the sky has gotten- thunder rolls like a loud crack, abrupt and deafening, causing Daisy to jump in her seat.

“Just a thunderstorm, flower,” Eggsy says. They’re seated at the dinner table, Eggsy going over her homework while David sits opposite them, hunched over his laptop as he attempts to finish a post mission report. Eggsy is half convinced he gave up ten minutes ago- he’s got his earbuds in and he hasn’t really typed anything in a while, eyes focused on the screen. His eyebrows are scrunched up in a glare that’s too adorable for his own good- and for Eggsy’s.

- from could feel like kryptonite. a lot of my kingsman fics are actually so much happier than my cherik ones... i should prob look into that rip

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“When you’re done lazing around you can come in, you dozy dog,” he tells Officer Oatmeal, who butts her nose into his knee. She’s the only one not on a diet in the house, Eggsy deeming her far too healthy and skinny to need one anyway. In fact, she’s under strict instructions by Eggsy to fatten up instead.

Once the animals are done feeding- Eggsy sporting a suspicious scratch on his left forearm- they settle down to eat their scrambled eggs and toast. David’s taken a large gulp of his scalding coffee when Eggsy says, all of a sudden, “So, I have a school reunion.”

- from gonna set this dance alight. don’t remember much about this either tbh

20. (the last one FINALLY)

It isn’t a big event or explosion that makes David realise he wants to see his father’s ring sitting pretty on Eggsy’s index finger. No teary confessions in the rain like in the rom coms Eggsy loves to rent out and sniffle his way through, or a fight that makes David see sense. In the end, it’s breakfast that cinches the deal for him.

The day had started out normally enough. David wakes up at eight like clockwork, the soft downy hair at the base of Eggsy’s neck tickling his nose with his arm locked tight around his waist. He’d yawned, exhausted- mostly because they’d stayed up very late into the night making good use of the bed- before standing up and shucking his shirt off to head for the shower. Eggsy had shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and the sight had been too endearing to resist so he’d bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and smiling when Eggsy groaned out loud.

- from lover boy rules. i actually started a lot of my kingsman fics in the same way which is rather awful of me. im glad thats changed with my xmen fics lmfjgjk. also this has 15 comments???? i dont even get that much attention with my xmcu fics these days... which is arguably a more active fandom... Hello

anyway that’s the end of it needless to say i do not know 10 other authors so im just gonna tag whoever i know rn: @hellfre , @queerneto, @ikeracity, @drinkingstars, @zebraljb

#whew this is super long i apologise #u can pinpoint the exact time i replaced taron with james as my number one boy #fic tag #fic meme

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jeonjagia · 4 years

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Dancing For Yoongi- Chapter 20 Broken Hearts Make Broken Bodies

I have been trying to contact Chandry for 10 minutes now, and there is no reply. "Guys, let's head back, something's wrong," I tell the boys. We gather our supplies, load the van, and head back. I bite my lip as I drive, wondering why she isn't answering. Pulling up to the building, I see the door is open. It was closed when I left. Panic setting in, I open the door to the van before it's stopped, and head inside. I come to a sudden stop. There's Jin, on the floor, pale as a ghost, a pool of blood near him. Rushing toward him, I kneel and see where he is injured. Sighing I see it's just a flesh wound, but a bad one at that. The rest of the boys enter now. "What the hell happened?" Jimin asks looking around. Everything seems in order. Until I notice the food. Food uneaten to be precise. Standing I walk to jungkooks desk and see a bowl of spaghetti and a glass of milk. The glass has condensation on the outside. Touching the bowl, it's slightly warm. "She left 30 minutes ago," I say judging by the heat of the bowl. "What do you mean?" "What? You think she shot jin and made a run for it? No ass she was taken!" I say rounding on Jimin. He backs away. "Suga, get ahold of yourself," Jhope orders. Sighing, I see if my gun is loaded, then head over to the weapons table. Grabbing four throwing knives, another gun, and bullets, I pack up. "Where are you going? We dont even know where she is?" RM chastises. "Yes we do, that building was a fake, and the only person who knew that was her father," I inform. "We need to find her," Sighing, the boys get to work. Jungkook in his computer, RM pulling information from books, and me, thinking logically. I need to find her, I don't know what he will do to her. I think to myself.

"I DONT KNOW WHERE IT IS!!!" I scream as he cuts me once again. "Lier," He says glaring at me positioning his knife again. "No, no, I'm serious, I don't know," I pant begging for him to stop. He keeps going as he cuts, slice after slice into my stomach. "You'll be scarred for life, and no one will have you," he muses. My arms ache as they are tied above my head. I'm stretched out on a metal table, hands and feet tied. My shirt pushed up to my chest, exposing my stomach, which he is making his art upon. The next few hours, if they are, I can't tell time, are spent screaming for him to stop. They think I have the location to one of the bases, which I don't, but they do not believe me. "Stop," my father orders as he reappears from the dark corner. "I've had enough, she doesn't know where it is, pity," he says looking at my stomach, "well just wait till they make a move," he says gesturing for the man to leave with him. I'm left, skin burning and blood dripping. Please yoongi, don't do anything stupid. Please. I pray.

We are ready to go. And I already know where we're going: the mansion. The real one. Jungkook found it after an hour of work. Bastard. I think to myself. I know he's hurting her, trying to squeeze information from her. As I imagine it, my fists clench. He's going to get what's coming to him.

Getting into the van, I plug the location into the GPS, and start the car. "Hyung, don't kill us in your quest for vengeance," Jimin says buckling himself in. Smirking at his statement, I drive away from the building, and head off in the direction.

We've arrived at the place, and parked a few blocks down. I didn't think I would find it so fast. But yes, this is the place. Cocking my gun, I slip out of the van, walking around to the other side. "Alright," I say after everyone groups, "we're going in, go silent and try to find Chandry. We know where the storage is, so if you find it, and if you can try to take some, take some. If not, don't try to," The nod, understanding. "Our main focus is Chandry, get her, get out." Nods again. Loading up, we sneak around the perimeter of the fence, looking for an easy way in, undetected. Jimin finds it, a small section of the fence unguarded by cameras or people.Pulling out my laser, I cut a hole for each of us to fit through. Once we're inside, I hurry toward the house in the blind spot of the cameras. The next patrol is in 10 minutes. We have to be inside the house in 10 minutes. "Jimin, find an opening," I command backing up to the wall of the house, gun at the ready. Moving along the wall, I slowly peer around the corner. A guard is coming along way above schedule. Shit. I curse. "Jimin, hurry it up, we have incoming," Jimin pauses understanding what I mean. He hurried faster, trying to get the glass of the window out of its frame. Watching the shadows, I can see the guard will be coming in 5..4..3..2..1.. "What the-," his sentence is silenced as I jam my hand to his throat, knocking him back. Grabbing into his jacket, i pull him forward, not wanting to alert other guards. He struggles against me, successfully jamming his elbow into my jaw. It'll bruise. Growling I throw him into the wall, his head coming in contact with a lump in the decor of the structure. He's out cold. "Jimin," I urge, wiping away blood from a cut on my lip. "Got it!" He announces, holding the glass piece Placing it on the ground, we enter into the building, the dining room to be exact. Lush carpet adorns the floor, and a huge chestnut dining table centers in the room. Beautiful flower print table cloth and dishes decorate the table, making it seem like a rich family lives here. Looks can be deceiving I guess. Moving across the room, I press up against the wall along with the door, and quietly turn the handle of the ornate entrance. Peering out, I see to the left is the entrance into the house, a chandelier hangs stating the wealth of the place, a half wrap staircase runs along the furthest wall. Right in front of me, is a hallway. Painted white with ornate decor built into it. Another lush carpet lines the hardwood floor. Now I need to figure out where the downstairs is. That's where all their dirty work is. Like I said, looks can be deceiving. Watching the guards to the left, I figure out a time where we can exit the room and enter the hallway. "On three, run quietly to the hallway," I say over my shoulder to the boys as I still watch the guards. "One...two...three!" I exit the room, and make a run for the hallway. The boys follow and line up behind me in the hallway. "Well done boys. Now we need to find the downstairs," "Here boss," Jungkook says quietly opening a door, which leads to stairs to a lower level. "Go go," I urge as they file down. Entering the stairs, I close the door behind me. It's dark, so my eyes have to adjust to the light. The staircase is metal, so there's no hiding out coming. Circling around the structure there is a hallway to the right, and I head for it. Metal doors line the hallway on either side. I have no idea where to go. "Jungkook, where was she?" I ask keeping an eye out for guards. We are right out in the open. "I didn't have it boss," "What? Well pull it up!" I urge knowing we don't have time. "There's no wifi down here," he protests trying on his phone. Where is she?! Loosing it I yell, "Chandry!" "Yoongi, what the hell are you doing?!" RM yells through clenched teeth. "Chandry!" I yell starting to try the doors in a panic. "Jungkook find her!" I yell pulling on the metal handles.

"Chandry!" I hear from my sleep and I start awake. Theyre here. No. Yoongi, you didn't. "Yoongi!" I yell, struggling against my bonds. "Yoongi its a trap! ITS A TRAP!" I scream, my voice raw and hoarse. Please let him hear me! I think to myself as I look at the gun aimed at his height, rigged to fire if the door is opened. A tear falls.

"It's a trap!" I hear from the end of the hallway. I head toward it, still yelling her name. "Yoongi, ITS A TRAP!" I hear again. The last door on the left. Trap my ass. Trying the door gently, I can tell it's unlocked, but has some resistance. It's rigged. Cursing, I back track. I have no idea what the trap will do. "Jhope, the doors rigged, I don't know if it will hurt me or her," I say checking my gun. "Here," he hands me a scanner type device. "What the hell do I do with this?" I ask pressed for time. "Scan the room, it will come up with a picture on jungkooks phone," he informs. Handy. Heading back to the door, I scan it up and down, left and right. "Got it?" I ask looking back at them. "Hyung, there's a rifle rigged toward the door if you open it," Jungkook says examining the screen. Nodding I know what to do. Sinking down, I open the door from below. And then come the bullets. The gun fires fill its out. "YOONGI!!!" I hear her scream. Once it's done, I stand up, brushing casings off my shirt. Entering, I see her tied to a metal table, cuts adorn her stomach. Bastard. I curse. Unsheathing my knife, I cut her loose. She hugs me instantly. I hug her back. It's like she's clinging to me for life. I pause, thinking of the mission. It's too easy. It was all too easy. Pulling her off the table and carrying her,I hurry out of the room. "Guys we need to go," I say approaching them. "Why?" "It's a trap." "Yes we know," "No, not here." "Where?" Sudden realization plays in their faces, and they start backtracking. Up the stairs, into the hallway, and into the dining room. A guard catches us, and starts firing. With one shot he's down, but he's alerted others. Into the dining room we go, back out of the window, and to the side of the house. Quickly eyeing if there are any guards, I run with Chandry in my arms, back down the hill and through the fence. "Here," I say setting her down against the van. I then help the boys get through. "Into the van!" I yell, picking Chandry up and placing her in the back seat. "Jungkook now is not the time, but try to work on her," I order getting into the drivers seat. He nods knowing how serious this is. Once everyone's in, I kick the gas, screeching tires in our getaway. As we are on our way back, I keep checking the rear view mirror to make sure no ones coming. No ones coming. It was a trap. "Hyung, this is so disgusting what he did," Jungkook states from the backseat. "Why? What do you mean?" I ask concerned for Chandry. "He's cut her, the bastard sewed her up, only to cut her again. She's going to have giant scars on her stomach," he says picking at the bloodied gauze as she lays across his lap. Jungkook was right. He still loves her. I can see it. However cruel and twisted, he loves her. Shaking my head, I say, "Jungkook, just try to heal her as best you can without Jin,"

We pull up to the house and start to get out of the car. I take Chandry in my arms. She's already passed out. "There's something bad in here," I tell the boys. Entering the mission room, I don't see anything abnormal, except for the blood still on the floor from Jin. Still need to clean that up. Placing Chandry gently down on the floor, I take my gun out and cock it. Going from room to room, I make sure that the doors weren't broken into. Everything's fine, until I come to taehyungs room. It's ajar. Shit. Entering slowly, the smell comes first. Closing my eyes, I already know what to expect. Coming around the corner, there she is. Hardly recognizeable from the blood and broken face bones. Grimacing I look at her, or what's left of her. Taes going to be heartbroken. He actually started to love her. Backing out I head back to the room. "Everything's clear," I say staring at taehyung. He looks at me for a long while before he realizes what I can't say. "No," his voice sounds so heartbroken. Putting his gun away, he starts out of the room. "Wait, what happened?" Jimin asks from the floor where him and Jungkook are working on Chandry. A few seconds later we hear it. The roar of a heart broken man. Closing my eyes, I can't imagine what he's feeling. Another yell. "Boss?" Jimin inquires. "They got Celeste," I whisper. Jimin realizes and with a pause, continues working on Chandry. And another yell. I wait for him to come back. He soon returns, hands covered in blood, knees of his pants too, he must have kneeled by her. He's crying, in a rage, furious. I can relate. "No!" He yells knocking over a chair. "Tae," I say calmly. He doesn't stop. He takes the metal table, throwing everything off, papers, pens, and paper clips, all flying in one smooth motion. "Tae," I repeat more firmly. He stops and glares at me, eyes red, tears pouring. "I'm going to kill him," he says lowly at me, almost growling. Anyone who makes an enemy of Taehyung, doesn't live very long after they've wronged him.

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Prompt! Natasha meets Steve's mother, Sarah, in a vision after a mission bc she got injured or smth. "Watching you and my son from up here has got to be the most frustrating thing to watch. Both of you are stubborn and dont realize what you have right now could be something more."

holy shit anon. this is a couple months too late, i’m so sorry!!! thank you for this prompt though - i truly had fun with it!!! here you go~~!!!

Title: I Had A Dream; Your Mother Knows

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff

Natasha needed a nudge and who else better give it to her than Sarah Rogers herself?

set sometime after CACW and before Infinity War.

Okay, I know the title are two ABBA songs but there’s nothing else related to ABBA in this fic; I just happened to be listening to the Mamma Mia soundtrack while thinking of a title lol

There are bad missions and there’s bad missions.

This one happens to fall into the latter category, Natasha noticed, a little bit too late. They were tracking down a major supplier of illegal Chitauri weapons deep in the rural countryside. Sam was in charge of flying their jet while Steve and Wanda took down the dealers as a distraction so Natasha can come into their main office and gather the intel.

She plugged in the flash drive and began coding the files from the computer into it, typing furiously. She heard a lock click and in a split second, she has her gun drawn and twirled around to face one of the dealers, holding a gun in front of him. She was a fraction of a second too late as he already fired at her twice, two bullets hitting her chest and stomach. Shit, she cursed through gritted teeth and managed to fire at the guy just before she started to stammer down, gripping onto the desk behind her. The shot hit his waist and he stumbled backwards.

Natasha fired another round at him but her aim was shaky as she tries to keep standing up. She heard the door burst open and collapsed to the floor at the sight of Steve. He looked at her then at the man, who was getting ready to fire at Steve, but he beat him to it and emptied his gun at him to make sure he’s gone, before running to Natasha’s side.

She remembered seeing Steve hold onto her and him screaming into his earpiece for Sam to get them. And she could faintly hear Steve crying out her name, sounding very desperate. Natasha wants to wake up and remind him to let go of her and get the flash drive instead, what is he doing!!! This mission would be pointless if they don’t get that intel. She tried but she couldn’t. She felt something consuming her and she let it, letting the pain go.

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Natasha woke up, her head feeling light and vision hazy. She was lying down in bed, but the ceiling was unfamiliar for her. Slowly, she turned her head around and saw a woman watching her. Natasha squinted her eyes at the figure but she couldn’t make out her face. Feeling weak, she took her time to sit up and examine her surroundings. She was at a small apartment, and although it was a place she’s never been to before, it feels… familiar.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” the woman’s voice broke the silence. Natasha was still looking around her and let her eyes fall on the woman in front of her once again.

“Who are you? Where am I?” Natasha’s voice came out as raspy and she coughed to clear her throat but soon flinched from the pain she suddenly felt on her stomach. She placed a hand down to put a little bit of pressure on it, hoping to ease the pain.

“Are you hurt?” the woman replied, a frown gracing her beautiful features. Natasha narrowed her eyes. She looks so familiar. And that frown… she’s seen that frown somewhere, she just couldn’t remember. When Natasha didn’t answer, the woman let out a bit of a chuckle. “Oh dear, I’m sorry. You must be confused. I’m Sarah. Sarah Rogers.”

Natasha blinked. Sarah…? Like Steve’s mother, Sarah? Well that does explain the familiar features. And the apartment. She’s seen photos of it from Steve’s old files from before the war. Steve talked about how beautiful his mother was but seeing her personally, she’s gorgeous. Steve definitely got his striking blue eyes from his mother.

Sarah smiled at her, noticing the look of recognition on Natasha’s face. “I take it that you know me from Steve?” Natasha nodded, still trying to take in what’s really happening. “Good. I’m glad that he still talks about me, that silly punk.”

Natasha felt her lips twitch at that. She remembered Steve telling her that his mother and Bucky would call him ‘punk’ due to his reckless nature. “Um, Ms. Rogers, why am I seeing you? Am I… dead?” the possibility of her being dead hasn’t really hit Natasha yet but that’s the only reason that she could think of that would make her see Sarah. She felt a pang of sadness… and regret.

Sarah laughed - it was a beautiful sound - and waved a hand, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, dear, you’re not dead. Almost, though. You were hit, badly, and poor Steve’s shaken,” she explained. Natasha frowned, she remembered getting shot but she didn’t think it was that bad.

“Oh… Um, but how am I with you?” she asked once again.

“Yes, about that. Well this is just me visiting you in a dream. But you’ll be fine, honey, don’t worry,” Sarah reassured, noticing the look of concern on Natasha’s face.

“Huh. I’ve been getting interesting dreams lately,” Natasha mumbled. She thought about the dream she had the other day - a vision of a family, her family. With Steve. Complete with a big house and a white picket fence. She shook her head because no, that’s not possible.

Sarah was watching her intently. “Natasha, I’m here because I want to talk to you. I’ve been watching you and my son from up here,” she paused, taking a deep breath, releasing it with an exasperated puff. “And I got to say, that is most frustrating thing I’ve ever had to watch. Both of you are stubborn and don’t realize what you have right now could be something more.”

Natasha was speechless. Something more? With Steve? She just stared at Sarah, not knowing what to say.

Sarah sighed at the sight of Natasha looking clueless. “Natasha, do you really not see it? Or are you just refusing to acknowledge it?” Sarah asked her, although Natasha knew it was more of a rhetorical question.

The thing is, she does see it. The frequent glances, the banter, and even the way he just seems happier when she’s around. Besides, subtly isn’t exactly Steve’s strongest point. The guy wears his heart on his sleeve for everyone with eyes to see. And anyone who spends at least 5 minutes around the two of them would be able to tell that Steve practically looks at Natasha with heart eyes.

But Sarah is right. Natasha is refusing to acknowledge it. She’s scared, okay? She’s used to every good thing in her life being taken away from her. And Steve? Steve’s the best thing that’s happened to her (well, and Clint too).

She can’t manage to lose him - doesn’t want to lose him. She really tried not to, but she’s starting to depend on him, on his presence. Like how his constant soothing words everytime she found herself to be in a bad place - nightmares, flashbacks - would be enough to bring her back to reality, to herself. The way he just seems to make her forget her past, the red in her ledger.

“Natasha?” Sarah called out. Natasha’s eyes snapped back to meet hers and she looks a little concerned. “Don’t overthink it. You care about him, and he cares about you. A lot. Now, just listen to what your heart wants, I think it’ll help lead you two in the right direction.” She smiled softly and reached out to grasp Natasha’s hand. “Now, go back there and you’ll figure it out. Thank you for being there for my son.”

Then darkness overtook her.

Natasha awoke with a start. She tried to take a deep breath, but was met with pain instead. She has a pair of breathing support tubes in her nose that is probably breathing for her. Frowning, she tried to look around - as best as she could, anyway, she felt so sore - and found a mop of blonde hair on her right side. She can immediately tell that it’s Steve, and he looks fast asleep, bent at a weird angle from the chair he was sitting in. His head was resting on top of his crossed arms, with one of his hands clutching Natasha’s.

Based on the ceiling and lights around her, she’s in a room that’s not quite an actual hospital room, but is set to look like one; with machines plugged in around her and it looks familiar. Pausing to think for a moment, she realized this must be one of SHIELD’s clandestine facilities, which she’s been to in some other regions in the country, like the underground one Fury recovered in. They probably couldn’t risk taking her to an actual hospital in case they get caught.

Steve stirred a couple of seconds later, most likely sensing she was awake based on her moving her head. Well, she and Steve has always been attuned to each other, so it wouldn’t surprise her if he felt that she was awake through no other means but his gut.

He looked startled for a moment, eyes still unfocused as they met Natasha’s, who already has a smile playing on her lips. “Hi soldier,” she croaked out. It was meant to be teasing but it turns out she barely has a voice. Which reminds her, she needs water. Her throat felt like cardboard.

Steve looked stunned. He remained silent for a couple of more seconds until breathing out a long sigh. “Oh thank god,” she heard him mutter before he ducked his head down and she felt him kiss her hand. When he looked up at her again, his eyes were shining with unshed tears. “I’m so happy you’re awake, Nat. We were so worried…” he trailed off, looking at her intently, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. In any other circumstances, Natasha would’ve teased him about this, but right now, she can only widen her smile and feel her cheeks heat up a bit.

“What happened?” she asked, her voice still low. Steve raised his eyebrow at the way she sounded, and seemed to get the clue that she needed water. He held up a hand and reached down, taking a bottle of water and straw from what she guessed was his bag under the bed. He let her hand go as he uncapped it, put the straw in, and held it up in front of her to drink. Natasha sipped from the straw as quickly as she could, and in just a few seconds, she finished the bottle. Steve let out a small chuckle and put it away, sitting back down, and grasping her hand in his again.

“Hm, where do I even start? It has been a tough week, Nat.” he said lightly, but there was a heaviness in his voice - something like resignation, weariness, and relief all at once.

“Wait, a week?” Natasha interjected. “I was out for a week?” Steve only nodded and Natasha gaped at him. No wonder he looked like a mess. And she feels like a mess.

“Yeah. We nearly,” she heard his voice waver, but he continued, “lost you. A couple of times too,” Steve cleared his throat, blinking quickly. “If you were leaning a little bit more to your right…” Steve trailed off, shaking his head. Natasha knew what he meant, based on the tubes on her nose and chest. “Fury had you transported here, ASAP. He sent Sam the coordinates as soon as he mentioned you were shot. Badly.” Steve sighed.

“But did you get the intel?” Natasha asked after Steve paused. As soon as she asked that, though, she knew it was the wrong question.

Steve stared at her and frowned. Natasha had to stop herself from grinning. He looked so much like Sarah had been in her vision, but she didn’t want to tell him that right now. “Nat. Did you not hear what I just said? You almost died, I couldn’t care less about some damn intel,” he scowled.

“I’m sorry…” Natasha muttered, feeling guilty. Sarah’s words echoed in her mind. He cares about you. A lot. “I’m just worried that-”

“- We wouldn’t get the intel we need, yes, I know that,” Steve cut her off and finished her train of thought. Natasha stayed quiet. “But Nat, you have to understand, you mean so much more to us, to me,” he emphasized, and Natasha’s eyes widened fractionally, “than some piece of information,” his grip on her hand was getting tighter with each word.

Natasha didn’t say anything and just looked at him, her eyes searching his. “Come here,” she motioned for him to come closer to her. Throwing her a puzzled look, Steve stood up to move his seat closer and leaned over her. Natasha used her free hand to pull him down by tugging his shirt, and clashed their lips together.

It seemed like it took Steve a few moments to realize what was happening since he just froze and Natasha moved her hand from his shirt to the back of his head, pressing him down harder. He finally came to his senses at this, and started to kiss her back, closing his eyes. Knowing that Natasha probably doesn’t have the strength, he adjusted himself so she doesn’t have to pull him down, and put his arm on the bed to brace himself over her.

The kiss, which started out innocent and slow, became more heated as months of pent up desire overcame them. Steve poured out all his worry and concern and relief into it, relishing into the fact that she’s here and she’s alive. Natasha was taking it all, gripping into his shirt and resisting the urge to pull him closer. There are still tubes connecting her to machines and she wouldn’t want him to pull on those.

“So are you ever going to tell us she woke up or are you going to wait until after your honeymoon before doing so?” A teasing voice made Steve suddenly jump up and pull away from Natasha. Sam was leaning by the already-opened door frame, a smirk plastered on his face. Wanda was right behind him, face split into a huge grin.

Steve was at a loss for words and can feel that his face is probably matching the red of his uniform. “I- uh,” he looked at Natasha for help, but she just had a smug look on, looking back at Sam and Wanda. “Um, why didn’t you knock?” Steve finally managed to let out.

“We did,” Wanda answered, moving in front of Sam and into the room. “But no one answered. We thought you two were both still sleeping so we let ourselves in,” she explained.

“But turns out, it was a different kind of sleeping,” Sam said with a wink. “You were supposed to call a doctor when she woke up!” he reminded Steve.

“Oh. Um, doctor, yes,” Steve repeated, blinking, looked at the headboard above Natasha and pressed a button.

“However, I am glad you two finally figured it out,” Wanda mentioned, sitting at the chair on Natasha’s other side.

“Figured it out?” Steve asked, tilting his head at her.

“Oh, we had helped,” Natasha answered, reaching for Steve’s hand and locking her fingers with his. He looked down at her, still looking confused, but she just smiled broadly at him. She knows their relationship is about to become something more.

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inceptionbigbang · 5 years

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The complete list of fics available for the Inception Big Bang 2019 is here!

Works are numbered, without the authors names to preserve the mystery. Artists, when you're ready to make your decision send us an email or a tumblr message with your top 3 choices. Fics will be claimed depending on availability, on a first come first served basis.

On this round we will only assign one artist per fic. Artists that wish to claim a second fic, or that wish to work on a fic that has already been claimed should check out the second round, on July 2nd. All fics will be open for all.

Without further delay, here they are:

1. Arthur and Eames meet as trust fund teens in a Manhattan private school. Eames is a new student who's just moved from overseas, and him and Arthur hit it off immediately. Friendship turns to a whirlwind summer romance, until Eames is forced to move back to London. They meet again many years later when Arthur has to kidnap Eames for a job.

Arthur/Eames

Teen and Up

No content warnings apply

2. A songfic featuring Aubrey by Bread, studying Arthur and Eames and what their relationship might have been like before the Fischer job. The characters aren't going to resemble fanon (Arthur's closed-off persona and Eames's flirtiness). I'm going to try to expand more on what Nolan gave us during the movie (Arthur's straightforwardness and Eames's aloof/cold personality). Basically, Eames is distant and Arthur chases.

Arthur/Eames

Side: Dom/Mal

Teen and Up - Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence*

* There might be a torture scene, but I'm still debating on whether or not I want that in the story.

3. A fic about arthur and eames and their first meeting in the military to all their other meetings in the criminal underworld of dreamshare. not that long, i'm aiming for 2.5k or maybe 3k if i can. i wanted to focus on their totems and how eames could use forging as a totem (because if he can't forge then he must be awake, right?) but he has a totem just in case. and arthur has a totem (the die from the movie) that he uses a lot more except when he happens to be taken and tortured for some secret or another and the only thing that convinces his brain that he isn't dreaming is the way eames stands when arthur aims a gun at him? if that makes sense....

here's a little bit of what i have written so far:

he’s more surprised at the lack of surprise he feels when eames digs a poker chip out of his desk. its blood red with gold and white accents, worth five thousand dollars at the particular casino it came from, disregarding the fact that it was arthur’s shitty first and last attempt at a real world forge after he participated in a poker game eames held on base many years ago and realized half the chips in the set were fake, pocketing a one thousand dollar chip to use as a reference.

“our totems match,” eames murmurs, flipping the chip over his knuckles with a concentration a bit too intense for something he could do in his sleep (ha).

“match how?” he asks, sipping a glass of orange juice, freshly squeezed because eames wanted to use the electric juicer. he's tempted to pull out his die from his pocket and roll to see it land on five, even though he knows this isn’t a dream.

“i have something that you made, and you have something i made. also, there’s some significance with the number five.”

Arthur/Eames

Side: Dom/Mal

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence*

*I put the Graphic Depictions of Violence just to be safe but i think it's less than what's shown in the film? because it's supposed to be like an after-torture scene where arthur is like "ouch i'm super hurt and drugged and don't know if i'm dreaming" but again i don't think it's any more graphic than the film at least. might keep that tag just to be safe though idk

4. When dreamshare is first developed, no one has totems. They've always gone into dreams for short amounts of time and always with another person, so there's no chance of someone forgetting their reality. Mal's friend Pip has consistently been pushing the boundaries of dreaming, and one day she decides to go a later deeper without Mal. When Mal wakes up, she realizes that Pip is still asleep and she has to go down after her where she basically incepts Pip with the idea of totems.

Gen

General audiences

No content warnings apply

5. There was a small lake behind Arthur's house. The following night, he sat at its edge and stared at the moon's reflection in the water.

See something you like?

Arthur turned. A man was sitting next to him.

"Hello," Arthur said. "Thank you for helping me get home last night."

The moon smiled. "How did you know it was me?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. He picked up a pebble and tossed it into the water, watching the waves ripple the reflection. "How can you be here and there at the same time?"

The moon leaned back on his elbows and stared up at the sky. "Same way I can be in the lake and the sky at the same time."

Arthur frowned. "That's not the same thing. The lake's just reflecting the light from the moon. From you."

The moon turned to smile brightly at him. "Well aren't you a smart one, hm?" He leaned in and whispered, "I'm a reflection, too. We all are, at the end of the day."

Arthur thought about that. It didn't make sense, but that didn't mean it was wrong. He looked up at the moon in the sky, then at the moon sitting next to him.

"My name's Arthur," he offered. "What's your name?"

The moon looked at him strangely. "Eames. You can call me Eames."

"I'm going to be an astronaut, Eames," Arthur said. "Then I can come and visit you in the sky."

Eames smiled again. Arthur wouldn't have thought the moon liked to smile. "I would like that very much," Eames said. "Very much, indeed."

Arthur/Eames

General – Teen and Up

No content Warnings Apply

This fic is a canon AU and will ultimately include the events in Inception.

6. Eames on vacation after inception and stumbling upon Arthur; floppy haired, tanned and just completely the opposite of how Eames has ever seen him before.

Hawaii looked good on him, no better than good...

Arthur/Eames

Teen and Up – Mature

No content warnings apply

7. It’s a follow up story to Cat Person.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11040948

First story summary:

Arthur misses his cat and would very much like to get another. He gets Eames instead.

Arthur/Eames

Teen and Up

No content warnings apply

Set in the Star Trek Universe

8. This is an academia AU! Arthur is a struggling young professor trying to find his niche, Eames is the mysterious colleague he keeps (inadvisedly!) hooking up with at conferences.

Arthur/Eames

Mature

No content warnings apply

9. When Eames first moved to America, he was at a loss for things to cook. He wasn’t used to the supermarkets and ingredients he needed were expensive. So he Googled food bloggers and found Arthur’s blog. The weekly updates keep Eames going in his boring office job. It takes him a few months before he gets the courage to comment but it’s all downhill from there. Eames is lost with Arthur’s sardonic commentary and when Arthur’s next recipe is one Eames requested, he knows he’s in bad.

Arthur/Eames

Teen and Up – Mature

No content warnings apply

10. Arthur is a flight attendant. Eames is a passenger.

Arthur/Eames

Teen and Up – Mature

No content warnings apply

11. Haunted House AU. Arthur’s working at a popular horror maze escape place to make some extra money over the summer. It’s far from his dream job—making minimum wage crouching behind dark trap doors and chasing random couples and tourists—but at least he gets to vent his frustrations about his coworkers (who are, frankly, driving him insane day by day) by literally screaming at customers. Then there’s Eames, who finds haunted houses boring, overrated, and not the least bit frightening, but is willing to humor a friend (Ariadne?) by accompanying her. But an encounter (and some painfully obvious flirting) with the cute guy under the ghoul mask is enough to make him want to come back again, and again, and again—

FEATURING:

- Cobb as the owner/boss and the only guy who actually takes his job seriously. He probably squints a lot because sunlight genuinely hurts his eyes lmao - Mal as his wife, who used to be an actress but left to start a business with Dom. Super sweet and kind of protective of their employees. Plays the main ghost. She’s terrifying. - Yusuf doing their costumes and makeup!!!!

- Arthur getting the job in the first place because his screams are so full of rage (let! him! rest!)

- Eames blowing all his cash on haunted house admission fees so he can flirt with Arthur (who plays different roles on different days, maybe? but Eames can always recognize him, even under the masks/makeup)

- he’s not trying to be creepy, he just wants to ask if he can see him outside of work/get his number—but something always goes wrong before he can

- Arthur being frustrated because Eames is a) distracting, and b) not easily scared, which doesn’t look good for his job. And it annoys him because he has a track record of being able to freak out anyone. He takes it upon himself to make him scream at least once (I haven’t decided how he does, but he does, eventually. Eames probably jokes about screaming with something other than fear, but i am too babey to write any sexytimes)

- maybe??? mild h/c?? Dumbass Drunk College Students coming in all wanting to prove to their friends that they're the Alpha Male, picking a fight and being super violent/rowdy/destructive, + arthur getting hurt/generally kind of shaken up; that’s the first night he lets eames really talk to him outside of the job, maybe even lets him take him home (i dont know if im including this scene for sure but..perhaps)

- Ariadne getting them banned from the haunted house after reflexively slapping Arthur in the face with a rubber snake (Cobb takes the ‘no touching the actors’ rule seriously—especially after what happened^). Eames thinks he’s lost his chance for good, but Arthur finds him outside and finally makes the first move :)

Arthur/Eames

General – Teen and Up

No content warnings apply

12. Arthur is in love with Eames, and he's pretty sure Eames is at least interested in him back. Only problem? Arthur is ace, and not at all sure how Eames is going to react to that. But Arthur's going to talk to him about it, because the alternative is to lose even his friendship with the forger, and that's just not on.

Only the team is also determined to set the two of them up. Will that end up being a wrecking ball to Arthur's fragile attempts at making things work with Eames?

STORY OUTLINE:

Arthur is ace, and no one knows. When Eames invites Arthur to join him for Christmas, Arthur panics and says no - and spends the whole of Christmas regretting it. The team comes back from Christmas break, and everything is awkward. Arthur knows he has to say something or ruin his relationship with Eames forever, and he's going to do that at the New Year's party where Eames will hopefully be in a good enough

But unbeknownst to him, he's not the only one who's realized something needs to happen. Cobb, Ariadne and Yusuf agree that an intervention is in order. And when better to set their two friends up than at New Years? Get them kissing and surely the tension between them will resolve itself.

What could possibly go wrong?

At the New Year's party, Ariadne suggests playing a game of spin the bottle. Arthur is less than enthused, but Cobb and Yusuf both back up the idea. They play a few rounds before it lands on Eames, whom Ariadne dares to make out with Arthur.

There's an awkward beat before Eames moves to do it. Arthur reacts by freezing and shying away physically. Eames takes this a rejection and leaves the room. Arthur sits there, frozen, and then leaves too.

He goes to the bathroom and breaks down, blaming himself for being so stupid and backwards. Eames hears him, and comes in and comforts him. Once Eames realizes what the problem is - that Arthur is ace - he promises Arthur that it doesn't matter to him, he just wants to be close to him. Cue happy end credits.

Arthur/Eames

General

No content warnings apply

13. Arthur learned a long time ago that he was special, and no else could see the strings.

Or, ‘everything is still the same, but Arthur can see Red Strings of Fate’ AU.

There are moments when Arthur thinks he needs to tell Eames about the strings. Owes him the truth, he thinks, Eames deserves to know. Other times – well.

Eames knows enough, and he has secrets of his own. Arthur is allowed this one.

Maybe someday it will come up on Sunday brunch, or something.

“Oh yeah, by the way, I can see red strings that I’m pretty sure are tied up to being literal soulmates and we have one. Get it? Tied up hehe. Anyway, no pressure or anything. Love the sex.”

Yeah, Arthur, that would go lovely.

Arthur/Eames

Teen and Up – Mature

No content warnings apply

Ok folks, the next fics are or may eventually get explicit. Minors, we love you guys! Stay safe. Don’t claim them.

14. Arthur has a goldfish which, long story short, he has convinced himself he only needs to keep alive to prove he is not a hot mess. Except now it’s not looking so good and has a weird sore on its side and he doesn’t know what to do but he can’t just let it DIE. So he takes it to the vet and is scoffed at and told it is a feeder goldfish, they cost less than a dollar, just get a new one.

Two vets later and he’s at the end of his rope when he meets Dr Eames, whose dog is introduced as his PA and goes on all his rounds with him. Dr Eames doesn’t even question it, just starts the exam and tells Arthur to pet the dog and start at the beginning while he works.

Arthur/Eames

Teen and Up – Mature - Explicit

No Content warnings apply*

* Discussions of parental death.

15. Eames is working with Arthur the first time in a long while, only now it seems that he has a huge crush on Arthur. He doesn't know how else to get rid of the crush and he really can't concentrate on the job when he's thinking about Arthur all the time, so he asks Arthur to have sex with him, to get the crush out of his system. Arthur agrees surprisingly easily and sex is great, but afterwards Arthur doesn't seem happy and Eames' crush is worse than ever. The more Eames tries to get rid of his crush, the more it sticks, and the less Arthur is talking to him. After the job, Eames has some time to think and he realises that maybe neither of them really wanted for him to get over Arthur. He goes to see Arthur to talk to him about it, but they end up kissing and stuff as well.

Arthur/Eames

Mature – Explicit

No content warnings apply

16. Summary: Eames hasn't seen Arthur in almost four years.

Pseudo- Winter Soldier AU.

There's no response from Arthur, no recognition in his eyes. No banter, no teasing – a coldness that would leave any lesser man with severe frostbite.

"... Arthur?" The words sound so raw, so gutted in Eames’ mouth. "Are you-" are you alive? Are you dead? Am I dreaming?

He reaches for his poker chip.

But before he can trace the ridges for the familiar grooves, a shot rings out loud like a crack of lightning.

And the last thing that Eames sees is Arthur and how he always remembers him: in his whip-black suit and a smoking gun in his hand.

Bang.

A single bullet tears through Eames' temples, and he is ripped open, pain lighting every nerve in his body like a pinball machine – and he prays to god that this is merely a dream so he can finally wake up.

Arthur/Eames

Mature – Explicit

No content warnings apply

17. “Taxiing an injured delivery boy around the neighbourhood to help him complete his remaining orders had not been a contender on Eames’ list of potential scenarios for the night. Instead of the morose teenager bleeding onto the synthetic leather of the passenger seat, and the short stack of pizza boxes sliding to and fro across the backseat, the Brit had rather imagined his rental car would serve far more nefarious purposes tonight." -- Essentially, Pizza Delivery Porn Guy Crack A/E AU. Aim: comedic tone with bowchikkawowow.

*Arthur isn't the teenager. He is a customer who ordered pizza.

Arthur/Eames

Mature – Explicit

No content warnings apply*

*There is mention of a traffic accident - no detail, but it might not be someone's cup of tea. Also, not yet at the sexual scene so don't know whether I'll stop at M or go to E.

18. In the court of the vampire supreme Saito, ambitious human noblemen Eames and Arthur battle for the coveted position of favorite bestower. Winner takes life everlasting.

Arthur/Saito

Side: Arthur/Eames

Arthur/Dom Cobb

Eames/Saito

Explicit

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Bloodplay, Extreme Sadomasochism. Possible Necrophilia

19. Arthur is an undercover narcotics officer posing as a high school senior. Eames is his teacher, who is taken with Arthur and who feels terrible for lusting after a student. Arthur takes down the bad guys, saves Eames' life, then they smash (after Eames finds out he's a fully grown adult person).

Arthur/Eames

Explicit

No content warnings apply*

*Eames is (shamefully) interested in Arthur, who he thinks is 18 and also his student.

20. Pre-movie: Dom and Mal are a dominant/dominant couple who want to find a sub they can play with together. Arthur is interested in trying to fill that role.

Arthur/Dom Cobb/Mal Cobb

Mature – Explicit

No content warnings apply*

*BDSM, bondage, dominance/submission, spanking/flogging, roleplay.

#inception #arthur x eames #inception big bang #inception big bang 2019 #inceptiversary

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jpat82 · 5 years

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Pudding

@barneslives requestioned 3, 17, and 19 with Bucky.

3.) did you eat my pudding?

17.) pretty little blade you got there.

19.) I said I'd never leave you, and I never did.

—-

"I'm not leaving you!"

The heels of your boots clicked against the white and taupe speckled tiled floor as you held your head up high. Days like today were hard, the ghosts from the past coming up to haunt you. Ones that refused to remain locked away, far in the back where it didn't make pretending as hard as it was. Yet here you were, the voice of a life time, one that used to make you feel safe and loved ringing in yours ears.

It made you sour, made your day darker then it ever was. You had done everything in your power to put that part of your past as far behind you as humanly possible. You hung up your vest, your boots, and tags. You stowed away your gun, and anything remotely triggering. The sounds of rapid fire echoed through your skull as if you walked through a war zone. The vivid reminders so clear that you could almost feel the resounding chill that used to creep deep down into your core settling into your bones.

The murmured of soft voices as you walked down the hall to the break room set you on edge further.

"Come on, you have to get up! I'm not leaving you behind!"

You took a deep breath as you walked into the small room, blocking out the heavy scent of the roses that filled the area, reminding you of another mission. Another one with the wraith that was coating your mind, everything reminded you of him. From the scent of the flowers, the click of your heels, the feel of the cool silk gliding across your calves. Even the steady drizzle falling from dark grey clouds reminded you of the moments you two had.

“Fall back, fall back!! Y/n, that’s the opposite of fall back!!”

The rooms cheerful robins egg blue walls did nothing to help to you, you walked over to the fridge and opened it, the light spilling out over your mauve dress. You scoured the contents pushing back Tupperware that had been in there months, ones that no one dared to claim. Your snack was missing, and it set you off.

“Alright, where is it?” You asked out loud, slamming the fridge door close. The wicker basket on the top wiggling just a bit as you did, the room falling silent behind you as you turned on your heel.

All of your coworkers look up, each carrying a slight worried look, all knowing the temper that you had. You look from one the next, you knew how to break people with just one look.

“Martha? Was it you?” You asked, click- click your heels echoed as you strode over.

“Y/n, I dont know what your talking about.” She replied calmly, refusing to break eye contact. It was simple act of defiance, one every body tried to, maintain eye contact, and everyone of them seemed to fail.

“Did you eat my pudding?” You snapped, Martha shook her head furiously, soft golden curls whipping back and forth.

“No, I swear, it’s the new guy. He eats everything, especially produce, the man is built like tank.” She rambled under your intense stare, you lifted your eyebrow at her and she cracked even further. “He works down in the basement, he delivers mail and packages, sometimes gets coffee.”

“Thank you.” You replied curtly and turned on your heel, heading straight toward the blonde wood door to the break room. Time to pay the new guy a visit, let him know under no circumstance were you one to be trifled with.

“Pretty little blade you got there, think you can handle it?”

The words flitted through mind, it was the first thing he had said upon meeting you. It was also what started the fight, you weren’t like other women. You didn’t think you could ever stand next to someone like Widow and be call an assassin. She was everything men desired and you were not, so you honed in your fighting skills, making yourself a bigger asset.

They begged you not to leave, pleaded and yet you still did. All because of him. He left, your unlikely partner, you confidant, the man you had realized that you were slowly falling for. One day you had been training, the next, gone.

No word as to why, no reason, just gone, vanished. At first you tried to work through it, but slowly you had become more and more reckless. Eventually you left, changed your name, found a new job, and now here you were stepping in an elevator.

“One day, think you’d give this all up? The fighting, the war, live a quiet little life?”

You shook your head, trying to quell the voice that softly called to you, wanting to pull back in. It was one of the few times you didn’t have a mission, just taking comfort in knowing that each other would be there.

It had been quiet day, a rarity, and it was late spring. The two of you opting to take a hike instead of the usual vigorous work out that the gym had to offer. Bucky had slowed to walk after a long run, and the setting sun lit the clearing of the forest on fire of oranges and soft yellows. He was unusually subdued, looking over the clearing lazily when he turned to face you and continued to walk backwards with out breaking his stride.

His hair was loosely pulled back, and strands of chocolate hair framed his scruffy face. He had the trade mark lopsided smirk on his face as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his navy sweats. The sun gleamed orange off his exposed metal arm, one of the few times he chose not to wear a long sleeve shirt, opting for a heather grey tank.

“You know, days like today, make me wonder what life could of been like.”

“You can still change. Just drop the fighting, and not go back.”

“No, I can’t. I’m made for war. Maybe if Hydra hadn’t intervened, but if they didn’t I would be at the base of that mountain.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“I was bleeding out y/n, but you, you have a chance to start over. Go somewhere, meet someone, start a new life. One where your life isn’t put in the crossfire to save people that will never be grateful.”

“Bucky..”

The elevator dinging brought you back to the present. You walked out, taking a deep breath as you walked down the corridor, life time of memories, pushing them back down as you pushed open the door at the end of the hall.

At the desk was a hulking figure, chocolate hair was cut about ear length. Long but not quite long enough to pull back, muscles strained the fabric of the maroon long sleeve shirt. He had his back to you, head bent slightly down as he worked on whatever was in front of him.

“Excuse me, but it seems that you have an issue eating other people’s food in the break room.” You spoke clearly, he didn’t seem to notice, or give any indication that he heard you. “Items are clearly labeled and you seem to not understand that they aren’t yours, now I could take this hr but I’d rather not.”

He didn’t move, didn’t speak which only began to anger you even more.

“Excuse me!” You spoke up, walking over next to him.

As you rounded his side, silver fingertips cause your heart to skip and your hands to shake. A five o clock shadow that was etched into your memory from years of fighting side by side, the one you would never forget, made pulse go into hyper drive. Crystal blue eyes slowly raised to meet yours making your breath catch in the back of your throat.

“Hey doll.” His smooth deep voice stated as you look down at him.

“Bucky? What are you, how did you?” You stammered as he rose from the chair to his full height.

“I said I'd never leave you, and I never did.” He replied, raising his hand and brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

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momestuck · 5 years

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Epilogues: Meat ch 28-32 [Epilogue 5]

So now we’re in different hands.

chapter 28

We return to John, this time with alt-Calliope narrating about his alarmingly blunt teeth. Also on further thought I have no more reason to use ‘she’ pronouns for alt-Calliope than proper Calliope (alt-Calliope does not even seem to use the name Calliope in narration, just things like ‘the dead cherub’), so I will use they pronouns, and will edit the previous post to reflect that.

alt-Calliope declares that they are not going to be ‘inserting thoughts into peoples’ heads’, though they will be ‘truthfully’ reporting those thoughts with more clarity than the subject of narration is necessarily prepared to acknowledge.

john would be mortified with human embarrassment if he could understand the clarity and precision with which i am willing to telegraph his thoughts. but his embarrassment is irrelevant to me. as always, the truth is paramount.

This mortifying description of how John thinks of Terezi includes a reference to “gap moe”, because of f u c k i n g course it does.

John worries if this makes him like a creepy weeb who collects body pillows, but in dialogue dismisses this as something that would only make sense to a human. Unfortunately, Tegiri exists to disprove that sentiment!

Despite alt-Calliope’s avowed dedication to ‘truth’, there is obviously more to this than not contradicting the ‘truth’ of events or thoughts... she is deciding how to present the ‘true’ information, what to state and what to leave implicit and what to brush over. a story also concerns what’s ‘relevant’ and ‘essential’, as Rose said so long ago.

chapter 29

Jane, it seems, has been using the trickster-mode lollipop during her campaign. This leads to an argument with the narration about whether or not it’s “problematic” - neither Jane nor alt-Calliope think so, though neither can be considered someone presented in a 100% positive light at this point...

(Jane mostly argues in the in-universe political campaign situation, when of course the argument about ‘trickster mode’ was the whole ‘caucasian’ shitshow)

Anyway, despite her prior statements, alt-Calliope is not above interfering in the narration if it’s for the sake of cherub artefacts.

jane rubs her eyes under her glasses and groans. trickster mode is also quite exhausting. what a strange quirk of human biology that excess euphoria must necessarily be followed by crippling despair. she carelessly tosses the lollipop on the floor, lurches toward her desk...

no.

she turns around promptly, her body jolted by the surprise of her sudden reversal. she bends over, cradles the lollipop reverentially, and situates it carefully in a place signifying respect: atop the mantle, after clearing space for it by shoving several brittle, worthless objects to the floor.

alt-Calliope narrates that she’s totally got Dirk’s number - “he probably thinks he’s a very clever boy, my brother did too” - as Dirk works on a long red rifle in between other tasks designed to distract.

Jane wonders about trying to blackmail Jake by revealing that he’s been having sex with trolls. Dirk challenges this as xenophobic. There’s an odd exchange...

JANE: What ISN’T xenophobic?

DIRK: Well, for one thing, what you just said there?

DIRK: Probably also xenophobic.

JANE: WHAT?

DIRK: Sorry, that’s just how it is.

DIRK: You either gotta roll with the woke shit, or decide to commit laborious, symbolic, melodramatic suicide in the process of utterly giving up.

This may be referring to his suicide in the other branch, I guess? idefk what this is trying to say ><

chapter 30

Karkat and Dave are attempting to win over Jake. This involves a lot of jokes about “neoliberal austerity measures”, super pacs, and so on... and the two of them playing off each other. Dave has been presenting “visionary”, “avant-garde” campaign ads based on SBAHJ.

alt-Calliope notes that Jake has now been freed from Dirk’s indirect narrative control, able to make his own decisions. In tiny text, Dirk grumbles about this. Without his control, he declares, Jake is a purely reactive ‘dead bug’; with it, Jake is like an ant controlled by Cordyceps towards a “greater purpose” (i.e., reproducing Cordyceps ¬¬)

Anyway, Karkat ultimately makes a speech: he doesn’t say he’ll be the best president, but that whichever one wins, it will set a precedent on the matter of troll reproductive rights that will last for a very long time. Jane is, necessarily, far more concerned with nice appearances than doing right:

KARKAT: NO MATTER HOW NICE SHE WAS WHEN YOU WERE KIDS, HER DEDICATION TO THE APPEARANCE OF THAT “NICENESS” HAS ALREADY LED HER DOWN A PATH OF CORRUPTION AND DUPLICITY.

KARKAT: BECAUSE WHEN YOU LIVE INSIDE A SKIN THAT’S A LIE, YOU’LL EITHER GROW TO FIT IT, OR COLLAPSE UNDER THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF YOUR OWN SHIT-SPEWING COGNITIVE DISSONANCE.

KARKAT: TRUST ME, I FUCKING KNOW, BECAUSE I USED TO SPEW AN UNTOLD AMOUNT OF SHIT.

I think this is well put. I think it gets to the heart of a lot of things, that this story is talking about, apart from the free will/alternate possibilities stuff...

Anyway, that wins Jake over to their side.

chapter 31

Back to Terezi eating weird things in space. (Nice!)

Do god tiers need to eat? ...come to think of it, Terezi never actually went god tier.

Anyway, Terezi and John have a heart to heart. About the doomed timeline... and about Vriska. Terezi refers to the Remem8er flash, where she found a connection with the Terezi from the Game Over timeline.

TEREZI: TH4TS WHY 1M OUT H3R3

TEREZI: YOU S33...

TEREZI: TH4T DOOM3D T3R3Z1 M1SS3D VR1SK4 *SO* MUCH, 1T W4S L1K3 4 HOL3 1N H3R H34RT

TEREZI: 1 R3M3MB3R TH3 W4Y SH3 F3LT, B3C4US3 ON3 T1M3, 4LL H3R M3MOR13S C4M3 FLOOD1NG B4CK

TEREZI: 1 3V3N GOT TO S33 WH4T H4PP3N3D WH3N SH3 D13D

TEREZI: SH3 4ND 4NOTH3R VR1SK4 GHOST F1N4LLY FOUND 34CH OTH3R

TEREZI: 1T M4D3 M3 SO H4PPY G3TT1NG TO F33L TH4T, 4S 1F 1T W4S ON3 OF MY OWN M3MOR13S

TEREZI: 1T JUST R31NFORC3D TH3 F33L1NG TH4T TH3R3 W4S SOM3TH1NG SP3C14L B3TW33N US

TEREZI: 4ND 1 JUST K3PT H4NG1NG ON TO TH4T B3L13F, R1GHT UP UNT1L...

TEREZI: OH, 1 DONT KNOW

TEREZI: NOW???

TEREZI: 1V3 PR4CT1C4LLY D3VOT3D MY L1F3 TO C3RT41N M3MOR13S, TO TH3 1D34 TH4T TWO P3OPL3 C4N B3 M34NT TO B3 W1TH 34CH OTH3R ON SOM3 COSM1C L3V3L, 3V3N 1F TH3Y 4LW4YS S33M TO G3T 34CH OTH3R 1NTO TROUBL3

TEREZI: 4LL TH4T 1NV3STM3NT, 4LL TH4T S34RCH1NG...

TEREZI: 4ND FOR *WH4T*?

TEREZI: OV3R 4 SW33P TOG3TH3R, 4ND SH3 JUST D1S4PP34RS 1NTO THE VO1D 4G41N?!

TEREZI: WH4T 4 HUG3 B1TCH

T_T

Anyway, this gets to the crux of the matter: Earth C may supposedly be paradise, but it doesn’t feel like it for either of them. To quote a certain book series, “perhaps some people just don’t have the knack of being happy”.

Anyway, Terezi can’t bear to part with John just yet - so she offers to take a look at his tooth wound. There’s a very funny moment where alt-Calliope narrates the blade drawing in a way so as to personally antagonise Dirk, who is pissed.

Terezi removes the poisonous tooth and then dresses John’s wound - I’ll be interested to hear from @drc4ble if her wound care is up to snuff. Then they have post-surgery makeouts.

Literally any even slightly intimate moment lol (or even a fight)... I miss feeling able to be that affectionate with people.

Although this is a het scene, it actually feels surprisingly... not het. idk. Not sure how to clarify that.

alt-Calliope, I guess, hasn’t lost her obsession with shipping and intimacy from when she was small. She claims she’s merely allowing John to perceive his “true” thoughts - and that’s why he’s being so bold. But that involves a decision, right, about which of his thoughts are “true”?

chapter 32

Apparently “proximity to a black hole”, a proxy for void, renders Roxy’s internal monologue perceptible to alt-Calliope, even though it wouldn’t normally be for those “on a higher textual plane”.

as for alt-Calliope, narrated as Jade:

looking beyond the wall she faces, and beyond everything past it, through the very fabric of narrative itself. they scan the ciliary veins of pacing, motivation, foreshadowing, irony—a continuum that has been upended by the prince’s interference.

Dirk and alt-Calliope are back to arguing in the narration - about how diverse the crowds are, for example. Dirk dismisses alt-Calliope’s narration as “fake-woke”.

Anyway, despite Dirk’s needling in the narration, Roxy and Dave have a well-observed conversation about like, figuring out your gay/trans/nb/etc, coming out and so forth. Dave talks about like, various stages of more-or-less-ironic self-denial. Dirk gets increasingly irate at the discussion of gender and sexuality that doesn’t lead straightforwardly into like, clear-cut relationships.

Also he’s preparing to assassinate Jake. Unable to force his thoughts into narration, he just speaks out loud, and I guess alt-Calliope reports his words.

Dirk starts climbing the bell tower. Alt-Calliope tries various means to stop him: narrating that his feet feel heavy - he monologues that he has determination to get past this - dropping a bell on him - he monologues that he’s destroying the bell with his sword. Then they just dismiss him as boring...

Alt-Calliope resorts to warning Dave of the assassination attempt. This is turning into Death Note here... “ah, but what you didn’t realise is...” type shit stacking on top of each other. Dave stands in front of Jake, which would be a Heroic death, something Dirk isn’t willing to expose him to. But Dirk’s gun isn’t loaded with bullets, but with... tranq darts. But moreover, he was misleading us as to his intentions.

He wasn’t going to shoot Jake at all. He was going to shoot alt-Calliope/Jade... giving him back control over the narration!

That was interesting though. Cherubs are fuckin’ weird, I’ll totally concede. Still not sure what makes them tick. What they idealize, what they really want. It all comes across to me as a little cloying. Perfection to them is a sweetness beyond comprehension. Sugar so potent it’s poison to us. To our bodies, to our souls. Like the place she was operating from was a realm of self-construction. A bubble of pure, phantasmal confection.

Well, I for one have had enough of that goddamn toothache. I’m back in the protein saddle, motherfuckers. I’m clacking my tongs, and the charcoal is hot.

Now who’s hungry for meat?

Epilogue 5, in toto

So this is just a ludicrously meta version of Death Note now? ok, ok...

Dirk has essentially taken the role of Caliborn, in terms of representing one of two poles of what Homestuck is “about”. Where Caliborn was about tedious masculinity and over the top carnage, Dirk seems to want plots: plans unfolding, some kind of big elegant modernist [that may be incorrect] construction where everything is “in its proper place” according to an artistic vision.

alt-Calliope now seems to want to tell a story about the personal, about complex but ultimately happy relationships, and of course to let these characters fulfil ‘their own will’, somehow...

#momestuck

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evilispretty-dead · 5 years

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She's coming home , 3a

Part 2 part 1

Clint walked over to natasha looking at the baby's in her arms “ she still not sleeping?” Clint asked as he goes to take the baby from natasha but she pulls her closer to her body “ I got it” natasha said as she looks at Clint as he tries to get a read on her then he pulled a “o” face as he gets why natasha dont want to let go of her daughter in her arms “ tash I promise you that I won't let this family be hurt” tash looks behind him to see copper hawk teddy “copper cant sleep without hawk” she looks back at him “ that is true but he felt that it would help cj with her nightmares” a puzzle look was on natasha face as she moved to their bed room to lay lila down “and who is cj” she asked over her shoulder “tasha I had came up with something as I didn't want to call her catya when copper was in the room” he said as he followed her over to the cot to lay the baby down for her nap “ I will say this once and that it, few more weeks then when we are home she can come home with us but if she gives me one reason at all that she will hurt this family .... I will take her out” natasha stands back up to her full high looking back at him “ what what tasha that will be good for her” Clint smiled at his wife as now he really understands why she didn't want to let their children go the days that they had been home , she was worried that her past was going to take her further away from her “ tash she won't , look we are back to work tomorrow why don't you come train with us” .

The first thing Clint did when getting to base was to go find cj and give her the teddy and he found her asleep in Phil office , as he creeped in “well I was hope she would be awake” Clint smiled as Phil looked up from his desk “she not been a sleep to long so it been a long night” Phil got up and walked over to his coffee pot grabbing two cups pouring them both a drink “so is that your new partner” Phil glanced back at Clint looking at the teddy in his hand making Clint scratch that back of his head “Haha yeah well” Clint looked down at the teddy “well copper thought the cj would want it” Phil smiled “ oh how sweet of him” Phil walked over to him passing him a cup making his way over to his desk “Phil I have something to ask a favour” Clint asked a he put the teddy at cjs side looking back at Phil “she going to need some civilian clothes and move her out of the cell” Phil looked at him “ me and tash spoken and she willing to let her come home but she wants you , Lauren and herself to know how to ground cj if she like she going to blackout” Clint smiled as he said this as this meant that she could have a try at a normal life “ I will see what I can do about the clothes and yes I would like to know as well just in case you are on a mission” Clint smiled at him “ well I got train the new recruits and then we can go over cj training” he gulped down his coffee in one then was gone leaving Phil smiling in to his cup as it was looking like this girl that was now asleep in his office had made her way into Clint's heart and soon she would make her way in to natasha's .

It was late afternoon when Phil and cj made their way to the training rooms “ come agent Coulson tell me why I need civilian clothes” she jog to keep up with him Phil slowed a little to let her catch up with “ I guess you needed some else to wear against your workout clothes” he said as they stepped in and she was still grilling him but stop as she sensed someone else in the room with Clint and she snapped into her mask showing no signs of the girl that had never had chocolate fudge cake until about a hour ago.

Cj looked between Clint and natasha as she was trying to get a read on them but she couldn't , Clint had a little smile on his face but natasha looked like she was pissed with that cj started to walk backwards keeping her eyes on natasha but Phil stop her so she could run kneeling so he could whisper to her “ we are here to learn what you and Clint have been working on” she looked at him biting her lip then nodding her head “ok” she whispered out as she made her way over to the mats with Clint and natasha as Phil walked up behind cj .

“ kiddo dont worry we are doing what we do every time” Clint grind throwing her gloves at her ‘then bow work’ he signed to her making her relax ‘yeah yeah I know’ she signed back

Putting her gloves on she smiled at Clint sweetie ‘ready’ she asked him with her hands as he nodded at her then spoke in Russian with the code words that trigger her to be the weapon that she was made to be .

Natasha watched everything that they was doing watching how the girl moved as he smiled as she ran at Clint jumping so that her legs was round his head pulling her body back so that she could flip Clint over , cj smiled at him as she hopped on her feet waiting for him to come back at her “ good good” clint said as he got up from the floor taking his gloves off and cj did the same .

After some time they had moved on to working with the bow and cj hands had stop shaking and and now was calm all traces of the black widow gone and standing there was a little girl sticking her tongue out as she takes aim at the target, Clint had his hand in the middle of her back steading her shoulders as she pulled the bow string back “breath” spoke so only cj would hear her “now let go” with that the arrow ripped through the air and inbred it self in the target “well done” Clint smiled at her as she looked over her shoulder at him putting the bow down ‘ thank you’ she signed her eyes went over to natasha as she made her way over to them .

Clint looked at cj signing to her to go get changed with that she jog off in to the locker room , Clint put the stuff away as natasha moved back over to him be this time with Phil “ we got it down to just bow work will ground her” Phil nodded “she getting better with the bow” “ yes she is” Clint huffed out “I feel a but coming” natasha glanced at Clint as he leaned back on the table “ I have worked this so it works from me and cj so it will work with you a Phil but Lauren can't fight her but am hoping archery will work” Clint looked to natasha as he went to speak again cj walked back into the room with her bag over she shoulder, all of the adults looked at the 10 year old as she tried to tie her hair back grumbling to herself “give me a knife so I can cut it ” her held her hand out as she got closer them .

Clint and Phil laughed at this as natasha moved to her side “ no you well not .... so let me and maybe we can go get it cut” cj looked at her as natasha ran her fingers through fiery red hair as she pulled it up into a high ponytail taking the hair tie from her hand and tied her hair up , cj stiffen up as natasha did this but she didn't pull away from her keeping her eyes on natasha hands “their done” natasha glanced up at Clint as he tried to hide his smile but it showed in his eyes at seeing his wife and child together ‘thank you’ cj signed to tasha.

End of flashback

“By The sound of that you still didn't want her home so what really changed your mind” Tony asked as he sat down looking natasha “ she had been home with about 9 months and we was still live at are safe house in new York” natasha closed her eyes as she leans back listening to the children whipper “she save my family” she open her eyes so that she could look Tony in the eye .

Flashback

Cj had been living with them at safe house for 9 month and yes they had little meltdowns with her but that was in the first few months now she was like a normal as can be 11 year old with her past , she help out and was loving to her siblings every Clint could of wanted for her natasha still had her guard up with cj but cj was winning her over ever so slowly.

Cj was helping Lauren bring the shopping in to the safe house as she ran back down the stairs to help with some more she noticed 3 men in black suit taking to Lauren and she looked to be confused at what they was saying, cj read Lauren lips ‘I not had the call saying we will be pick up by different agents’ Lauren looked back at the door as the taller man said something she stepped back from then as the other man grabbed her , cj watch as they pulled her away as more men got out of the three black SUV packed over the road “cj run” Lauren screamed out as the men tried to pull her to the SUVs.

With that cj took of running back up the stairs making her way back to the flat behind her she could hear the door behind kicked in and people coming in , she looked over the banister seeing men with masks and guns coming up with that she moved fast soon coming to her floor running down the hallway making her way to the front door, she bolted through it slamming it shut behind her and locking it “cooper cooper” she called out as she made her way over to lila playpen scooping her up in to her arms she looked around for cooper finding him coming out his bedroom cj jogged up to him “cj “ he had a confused look on his face as she grab his arm and pull in to her bedroom “ no time to explain just get to the safe room” they walked in to her bed room as the front door was kicked in making both of them jump both of them looked at each other as the move fast and in to her closet cj looked at lila then to cooper “take lila and go” cooper held lila as he got in to the crawl space “” what you going to do?” He wiped out “da's laptop in the living room and I can't let that be taken” cooper nodded as he got in to the delivery shoot that would take him down to training room panic room in the flat under theirs “ok but you promise you will come back right” cj bite her lip worrying it between her teeth , she was uneaten that she could make it back but she know she had to so that she could keep them safe “I promise I will meet you in the panic room” she said as she pulled the hatch down so it would take them down.

Cj slowly and quietly made her way out of her closet back into her room keeping low as she heard footsteps getting closer to her bedroom as she came to her door a man with a gun stepped in to her bedroom room her had not looked her way yet so with that she drop toe hold him making him fall and smack his chin on the foot locker at the end of her bed she looked at him as he laid there not moving .

With that she made her way down the hall to the kitchen she saw two men in the living room “look look in the kitchen “ one said to the other one with that cj baseball slides behind the kitchen island as the man move in to the kitchen slowly make is way round to where cj was hidden making her move round so he wouldn't see her , her plan way to take them out quietly and get the laptop and get to the panic room so with that she wait for the right moment to knock him out .

Cj crawled round the island to see the man in the living room step out onto the balcony so with that she took her chance to knock the one in the kitchen to the floor jumping over his back and taking hole of the strap of the gun she pulling it round his neck to knock him out , the one from the balcony came back in so cj laid over the back of the men on the floor keeping the strap round his neck making sure she would not be seen .

Looking round the kitchen for something hard to hit this guy over the head she saw one of the heavy ashtray, cj grabbed it of the countertop and waiting for him to walk passed so she could jump up and hit him over the head with glass ashtray , he walked passed with that she jumped up onto the countertop and smashed the tray in to his jaw dropping him to the floor cj watch as the blood dripped from his mouth as she jumped down making her way over to the laptop and picked it up “home run” she whispered to herself .

As she stands back up to make a run back to her room someone behind her shouted in Russian that she was here , cj jumped then ran as she ran pain ripped through her shoulder as she jumped over the breakfast table she cried out in pain as she scrambling to the body in the kitchen taking the gun that was strapped to his leg , she could hear more people coming to the flat “oh God oh god” she muttered in Russian hearing a man take to some one she moved round the island in the middle of the kitchen so she could see where they where .

#she's coming home #clintxnatasha #clint barton #fanfiction #au clintasha #clintasha

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vethyourhalflingmother · 6 years

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whenever you have free time: can you explain your opinions on what houses vox machina and the mighty nein are in? i 100% agree w gryffindor nott btw

I’d just like to start by clarifying that altho I do feel strongly about some of these opinions (& ive joked about them being unchangeable - which is not true, to be serious), that doesnt mean I don’t wanna hear y’all’s - do you agree w/ me on some & not the others? completely disagree? completely agree for different reasons? tell me (politely pls) & give me some of ur reasons! i think part of the intrigue of sorting our fav characters into hogwarts houses is that it tells us what we value in them & what traits of theirs stand out to us the most - and that subsequently makes it…. fairly subjective (also doesn’t help that the standards for each house are kind of……vague lol)

I expect all of ur essays on this v important question on my desk by 8 am monday morning

now onto answering the actual ask:

The Mighty Nein

Caleb - Ravenclaw; aside from the fact that he obviously values books & advancement of his own magical knowledge, he also seems to think through important decisions in a logical manner (ex. he spent a lot of time thinking about whether he & nott should stay w/ the rest of the mighty nein)

Fjord - Ravenclaw; again, besides the obvious, his interest in studying at the Soltryce Academy, he’s also really observant & intent on learning from those around him, given all the questions he’s asked Caleb & the way he keeps an eye on Jester’s divine magic

Molly - Hufflepuff; altho initially i had some mixed feelings about this, after giving it some thought, im actually most convinced of this one: as many have pointed out, he’s shaping up to be the Mom Friend & taliesin also says he has a moral code that he sticks to - i think being steadfast in the way youre gonna put good into the world (& in how u treat the evils & injustices) is very Hufflepuff

Yasha - Slytherin; though I say this tentatively bc we haven’t seen a lot of her yet - she doesn’t seem like a traditional slytherin in a highly ambitions sense, but she does seem like to stick to her guns & prioritise herself when necessary (“I run into the woods”)

Beau - Gryffindor; she strikes me as fight first, ask questions later kinda gal & going in guns blazing seems very Gryffindor to me - in addition, she also saved nott from that manticore, which struck me as reckless bravery consistent w/ gryffindors

Nott - Gryffindor; i spent some time thinking about this one after @matt-the-blind-cinnamon-roll gave some of their reasons for slotting nott as a hufflepuff - ultimately, I think nott’s a gryffindor despite the fact that she doesn’t consider herself brave is bc her actions speak louder than her words (“I cover Caleb’s body with my own” & “I kill the baby manticore”); the willingness to put urself at risk for the people u care about over and over even at ur own expense strikes me as a gryffindor trait (for better or worse, I might add - see my thoughts on Vax’ildammit)

Jester - look I……………………………..honestly don’t fuckin know. Hufflepuff? Slytherin? Idk ask me again in fifty episodes

Vox Machina

Percy - Ravenclaw; initially i had percy as a Slytherin but i think once he got over the whole demon revenge thing he actually turned out to be pretty Ravenclaw - I mean, he does invent things, and he’s not interested at all in being in charge of Whitestone (also what kind of fuckin nerd learns Celestial for the fun of it lmao)

Vex - Slytherin; Lady Vex’ahlia, Baroness of the Third House of Whitestone and Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt - she cares about the title & the money & with very good reason, i think - her ability to obtain what she wants & persevere through the tough times puts her in Slytherin (also - with trinket’s origin story - i think it takes some real fucking grit & confidence to dig urself out of that kind of situation on ur own)

Vax - Gryffindor; this one is a lot to unpack. @swiftbell & i have been arguing about this one on & off for awhile; she thinks Vax is a Hufflepuff (& she has good reason to). there’s a lot of debate about whether hogwarts house are based on who u are vs who u want to be/strive to be & while i think arguments based on the latter r fine, i tend to base mine on the former in this list bc its easier to see actions than try to parse out thought

so that being said, i think Vax is a gryffindor bc while he cares deeply about his found family, he doesn’t exactly place a high price on his own safety; he goes in first, he goes in stupidly, he almost gets himself killed a lot - that kind of drive toward self sacrifice, to me, falls under the reckless bravery of a gryffindor

(as I said to steph: a hufflepuff would die for their loved ones if they absolutely had to, but a gryffindor tends to look at it as one of their first choices - also vax reminds me a lot of sirius black but im gonna stop right here to avoid turning this post into a vax character analysis)

Grog - Gryffindor; grog doesn’t do much thinking, he just does (& im not saying all gryffindors don’t think - obviously many do (@ hermione granger)- but i do they’re the types of people most prone to falling into the trap of not thinking things thru) it’s almost like the opposite of vax’s problem except we’re not talking about vax anymore bc this isnt a vax character study

Keyleth - Gryffindor; i feel like im beating a dead horse here but kiki also doesn’t always think things through & is very prone to action; the difference between her brand of gryffindor as opposed to vax’s & grog’s is that her outcomes are a little more mixed bag

Pike - Hufflepuff; i think pike is a hufflepuff for a lot of the same reasons i think molly is… which is a little surprising so just bear with me a second; she’s very devoted to Sarenrae, which sets up her (mostly) clear perspective of the world and how she should exist & treat people in it; she’s less of a mom friend (altho she still has some of those qualities), and she’s as loyal to her own causes as she is to Vox Machina; she also tends to be very kind & fun-loving w/out being a pushover

Scanlan - im a huge fan of scanlan, which probably means i should have some momentous opinion here…………….but I don’t, I really don’t know - i think once i get to some key points in scanlan’s character development (which i think are coming up in the next like 15 episodes or something), i’ll have a clearer thought

Tiberius - im not sure i remember tiberius well enough to make a full judgment, but I would say Ravenclaw probably if i had to bc of his constant interest in intelligence & learning to be a better sorcerer

Tary - ive heard of him but i dont know him yet so tbd

#idkimoutofideas #i'm sure this was more than u all wanted to know but here you go #i'm a slytherin myself btw #the mighty nein #vox machina #critical role #harry potter au #hogwarts houses #text #asks #answers #long post

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call-signtracer · 6 years

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Talon's Claws Part 1A

This will be a little long so it will be cut into parts. I'm still writing the rest but though I should share what has happened so far. hope you enjoy and all that jazz.

@runephoenix6769 Special thanks to Runepheonix here for helping me actually go through with writing a fic and being there as my first audience as well as to bounce ideas off of.

Lena couldn't remember much about what happened that day. One moment she was zipping along the field, pistols blazing, and the next she was knocked in the dirt and everything went black. Groaning Lena sat up and found herself unable to see or move her arms and hands above her waist. Sitting still she began to think, but the only thing that came to mind was she wasn't on the battle field anymore. The distinct noise of medical equipment beeped and whirred in the background; the opposite of the screams of the terrified bystanders and the injured, the pops and bangs of guns firing as she whirred by, a flash of blue among sparks of orange and puffs of grey smoke. Was she back in Angie's lab? But if so, why the need to bind her hands or the blindfold? Did she get hurt worse than she thought? All of these questions bounced around in her head before Lena finally voiced her concerns.

"Eh, Ello... if there's someone here could they maybe tell me what's going on?" She chirped, when no one responded she sighed, "Roight, so now what Lena?"

Swinging her legs to where she hoped the floor was they made contact with a solid surface and she managed to stand. Wobbling slightly she padded forward and found herself running into a counter top. Using her bound hands she felt along the edge until she found the corner moving along so she wouldn't run into it. She forced herself to move slower, cautiously feeling her way. Letting go of the counter when she reached the end she found herself in open space. Taking small baby steps she worked her way across the floor thankfully not hitting anything else. That is until she heard the sound of a door sliding open and she walked straight into someone.

"Oye watch where!" Lena managed to bark out before the other spoke.

"Oh ho ho, so you're awake now are you? Well good. I was told to get you out of here before you break something. Come on Spikes, let's go."

Lena froze as the familiar voice washed over her. No. No no no no no no no! That was the bloody hackers voice! Where was she that Sombra was here to retrieve her? Bristling Lena opened her mouth to object but Sombra was not having it, the woman reached out and grabbed the collar of her jacket and tugged her forward.

"Vamos chica! I dont have all day!" Sombra laughed tugging the Brit out the door. "And don't even think about blinking, or zapping, or flipping through time whatever you call it. That part of your doodad has been temporarily disabled."

Lena let out a disagreeing grunt but quickly fell into step beside the hacker so she didn't fall flat on her face. Silently fuming Lena was led down corridor after corridor, the many twists and turns quickly making Lena lose any sort of map she had of the place in her head. A few minutes later she heard the tell tale taps of Sombra's talons tapping away at a screen and a door slid open that Lena was quickly shoved through. Stumbling Lena fought for balance and managed to catch herself before hitting the floor. Straightening up she turned only to feel a hand clamp down on her shoulder and push her back down towards the floor.

"Sit. Stay. Good Spikes." Sombra chuckled patting the spikey hair before flopping into her chair and typing wildly on her screens.

"Where am I? What do you want?" Lena snapped, shifting into a more comfortable position sitting cross legged.

"Shhhh Spikes, I'm in the middle of something. And where do you think? You really think Overwatch would let me waltz around their base?"

Lena froze as this sunk in, okay so this was some sort of Talon base. No biggie, she would just need to get to an unlocked computer or her com and she could send word for backup. First she would need to get away from Sombra. And second... okay she wasn't sure what she would do afterwards but she could get to that later. Scooting along the floor Lena made her way over towards the door only to feel a yank on her jacket.

"Aww, come on Spikes where are you going? I thought we were having fun!" A gleeful chuckle teased, "Do I have to tie you to my desk?"

"I was just taking a stroll, after all you said you were working wouldn't want to be a bother. So I'll just nip out if you would be so kind as to point me towards the exit." Lena replied flippantly, rolling her eyes under the blindfold.

"Come on now, don't be like that. Do you know how annoying it was to get you out of there without anyone noticing? It takes a lot of effort to expand my camouflage to cover someone else."

Lena was dragged back towards Sombra's work station and true to her word, she produce a rope and anchored it to her desk the other end looping around Lena's waist. She sat there a moment before working her way to her feet and walking to the end of her rope. It gave her about 3 feet of leeway, okay she could work with this. Making her way back towards the tapping sounds Lena sat down on top of the desk, enjoying Sombra's annoyed exhale.

"So, Sombrero. Is this usually how you handle captive agents? You tie them to your desk?"

"Keep quiet or I'll add a gag to your ensemble of gear."

"Hmmph, I'm just making conversation. You're in charge after all. Does it look like I'm going anywhere like this?" Lena held up her bound arms as high as she could to illustrate her point

Sombra snorted and turned back to her screens when one fizzled out of her reach and she whirled around finding that bumbling time twerp laying on top of her desk. It took a moment for her to figure out what was happening before she shouted.

"What do you think you're doing mujer loca?!"

"What? I'm staying put!"

"Off off off! Do you have any idea how expensive these things are?!"

Sombra grabbed a magazine she had lying around and rolled it up swatting the Brit over her head until she sat up. Fuming Sombra hooked the panels back together and huffed running her fingers through her hair before tapping the screens again bringing up where she was at before. Lena came up behind the hacker and spoke.

"Oye! Are you sure I can't help in some way? I hate to just stand around leaving all the work to you."

"Aye! Chica I swear if you don't be quiet and stay out of my way... are... are you singing?"

Lena smirked at the talon operative and continued to belt out God Save the Queen as off key as she could before dissolving into snickers at Sombra's indignant squawking.

"Wha? You sound stressed, you really need to get out more. Being a shut in can't be good for you. Why don't I take you down to the town, there's this amazing pub on the corner, well that's if you lot haven't blown it off the map yet. I gah!"

Lena yelped, as the rolled magazine found her head again and again. Ducking she moved out of the way laughing as she dodged Sombra's fury, taking satisfaction in the swear laden rant that followed. Her laughter was short lived when she came to a halt forgetting about the rope around her waist cutting her retreat short and back in arms length of Sombra. The magazine fell a few more times before the woman stalked off untying the rope from the desk. She took it and grabbed Lena by the straps of her accelerator and began dragging her out the door. They travelled down various hallways Sombra cutting off every sentence Lena started with harsh words she couldn't understand. The spunky Brit registered the sound of heavy footsteps passing by them followed by whispers but she wasn't given a chance to respond until another door opened and she was pulled through.

With a shove Lena fell back onto something soft, she wriggled sitting up and felt the rope Sombra had looping around her upper body before being tied off somewhere to her side.

"There! Now you're going to stay here puta and I swear if you touch anything!" Sombra let out a few exasperated grunts before breathing in deeply through her nose. "Let's see what she thinks of her gift. See you around, maybe."

With that Sombra left the room leaving Lena alone to wonder if that had been a mistake and who or what awaited her now. Tugging at her bonds she found the knots were secure so she let herself relax on what she was assuming was a bed. Minutes or even hours passed she wasn't sure how long it took but at some point she had fallen asleep. It wasn't until she heard the scraping of the sliding door open that she stirred with a new sense of unease. The door slid shut again and Lena could tell by the way the blindfold lit up near the edges that someone had turned the lights on. Boots clicked ominously along the linoleum floor making Lena shrink down into the bed as the noise came to an end next to her. She winced as the blindfold was ripped from her head along with some of her hair. Her eyes snapped shut at the sudden flood of light and she looked to the floor. Slowly she opened her eyes and was met with the sight of familiar heeled boots. Swallowing hard she lifted her head eyes taking in the shapely legs clad in tight purple spandex, climbing up to full hips where the suit began to split open near her stomach. Knowing what was coming but unable to stop her eyes continued over the pale purple skin, up the half covered breasts she tried not to stare at, and finally resting on the neutral face with piercing yellow eyes.

"I uh, h-hiyah Luv..." Lena smiled sheepishly, sinking farther into the bed under that cold stare.

Widowmaker continued to stare at the trussed up girl on her bed, her eyes gliding over the rudimentary but secure knots and she clicked her tongue hissing a single word. "Sombra."

She lifted her hand, a finger wavering over the comm in her ear before she thought better of it. Dropping her hand she instead crossed over to the bathroom and entered. Once inside she stared into the mirror trying to make sense of what was happening. One half of her was purring like a satisfied panther that had cornered its prey, but the other weaker half of herself was stirring up feelings of concern for the girl. Scowling to herself she banished those thoughts from her mind and went about her buisness. Slipping from the suit with practised ease she stepped into the boiling waters of the shower feeling nothing. Knowing she would have to go out there sooner or later she still took the time to towel off and brush out her hair. Clad in nothing but a large white towel she exited back into the main room towards the dresser set into the wall. She knew those sappy brown eyes were on her the moment she entered, with good reason half of her purred. The girl had seen it time and again before being forced back down onto sheets that were not Widowmaker's. Foolish girl, letting the assassin into her home, her bed; submitting to her will, letting the monster take the reins to do as she pleased. Widowmaker shook her head to clear it, it was always that damned girl's fault. She never felt indecision any hint of anything until that girl came waltzing in and mucked it up. Dropping the towel and stepping away Widowmaker leisurely rifled through the drawers pulling out underwear and a bra, followed by a plain shirt and form fitting yoga pants. Once dressed she knew it was time to deal with this new development. Sidling back over to the bed she lifted one manicured brow in expectation, enjoying how the brown haired girl squirmed under the strength of her gaze.

Lena couldn't help but stare, her face heating up as Widowmaker dropped the towel and got dressed. Once again that calculated golden stare was on her and she felt like she would drown in it as she fumbled for her words.

"Look Ameli..." Lena started but cut off with a sharp glare from Widowmaker, "R-right, Widowmaker. I'm just as confused as you are. I kinda... woke up. Like this."

She finished lamely wishing she could disappear into the covers. With a soft snort Widowmaker turned away in thought. Rolling her eyes she moved to the headboard and tugged the rope loose tossing it aside. A devilish smile reached her lips as she straddled the young Brit, eliciting a surprised squeak before a well placed look silenced her. Leaning over her she reached underneath the pillow closest to the bed's edge and drew out a slender blade, twirling it between her fingers thoughtfully as she felt Lena stir beneath her.

Tutting to herself Widowmaker slid the thin steel under a section of rope and with a quick flick of her wrist sliced through the thin straps. "My my, it seems this little fly is intent on being caught in every sort of web. Shall we see about cutting you loose?"

The sultry purr in her voice made Lena swallow hard, instinct making her body shy away from the deadly knife so close to her skin but her heart tried to reason that Widowmaker. No. Amelie wouldn't hurt her. At least, that's what she hoped. Widowmaker took her time, analyzing each knot and strap as she sliced through them, rolling her eyes at the little bow that had been added in over the chronal accelerator attached to the girl's chest. Sombra was always one for unnecessary flare. Bits and pieces of rope were tossed aside as Widow worked, slowly making her way up Lena's sides and working her way towards her chest. She tapped the knife's point along the clunky metal of her anchor in time before sliding it under the last strap.

As the last bit of rope fell away Lena took a deep breath arching slightly off the bed and moving her arms and wrists to stimulate blood flow back into the aching muscles there. Unable to avoid it any longer she looked up and locked eyes with the sultry siren atop her. Settling back down on the bed Lena racked her brain for something to break the silence as it grew thicker with each passing moment.

"Thanks Luv, that was getting a little uncomfortable."

Widowmaker's grin turned predatory as she watched Lena stretch. "Hmm, but of course. The only ropes you should be tied up in are mine."

Lena's eyes grew wide as her face quickly turned several shades of red her ears burning with embarrassment. She sputtered unable to come up with a witty response before Widowmaker swung to the side getting off of her and replacing the knife under the pillow. Sitting up Lena scrubbed her hands over her face in a vain attempt to remove the color forming there and she risked a glance over at Widowmaker who had moved to the desk across the room and was scrolling through various light screens. Swinging her legs off the bed Lena sat there her hands nervously smoothing the blanket as she watched Widowmaker. Taking a deep breath she took a small jump off the bed and joined Widowmaker on the other side of the room. Lena could tell by the way the assassin's chair shifted slightly towards her that Widow was aware of her presence but her face never left the screen.

"So um, whatcha doin?"

Widowmaker let her eyes wander and give Lena a blank stare before turning back towards the screen. Giving up on conversation Lena slid down on the ground leaning back against the desk.

"Report."

Lena perked up at the single terse word tossed in her general direction but it was progress.

"Okay, what on? I was never good at writing up my own reports but I could totally help if you..."

Widowmaker looked down and lifted a brow giving Lena a look she interpreted as, do you really want to know what I just finished doing? A sinking feeling in her stomach, Lena pulled her knees up to her chest and set her head on it. She had felt a small bubble of hope seeing Widowmaker again, they had a past more than Widow could remember, and she thought that maybe the woman would help her. But it seems any sort of comradery they had developed would not show itself inside the serpent's nest. It had become easier over time to draw that blasted woman from her shell when they met on the field, every time she found Widowmaker grappling through her window at some god forsaken hour late at night, but in here she might as well be a stone wall. Swallowing back frustration and hopelessness Lena rested her forehead against her knees burying her face in her thighs. Her arms wrapped around the underside of her legs as she curled in on herself trying to work a way out of this mess.

Widowmaker stared at the screen, mechanically detailing everything she had done and seen on her mission the dull work helping distract her from her intrusive thoughts for a time. Once the report was done, she found herself simply scrolling through the database to avoid the girl at her feet but her mind wouldn't let her.

"Come now, she's already here let's have some fun! We've been dying to break into that little Snips apartment anyhow, and now she's been hand delivered!" Widowmaker argued in her head.

At that Amelie railed, "How could you even think that? She's been brought here against her will and been tied for God knows how long...!"

"She likes being tied up!" Widow thundered before sneering, "Or don't you remember?"

Amelie was quiet before her voice came out softly, "Just look at her. She's been kidnapped, she's scared, and no doubt that is the farthest thing from her mind."

Widowmaker's gaze snapped down to the pitiful curled up ball of orange and brown next to her desk. Her inner voices quieted leaving Widowmaker blessedly alone inside her head. Rubbing her temples to ease the headache she always found after those two argued in her head; she continued to watch Tracer letting her eyes exam every inch of her noting the scuffs and rips on bits of her clothing. She drank in the helpless vulnerable position the Brit was in, there would be nothing she could do if Widow decided to grab her by the throat and end everything but something held her back. Shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it, she reached down and carded her fingers through those ridiculous spikes she insisted on perfecting every morning.

It took a moment to process what was going on but when she did her head snapped up and she stared wide eyed at Widowmaker delicately poised in her chair and continuing to run her fingers through Lena's brunette hair. The soothing feel helped ease Lean's frantic thoughts and she leaned into the hand as her eyes closed with a sigh. Inside Widowmaker snarled and Amelie let out a sigh of relief before the two were banished once more to the back of her mind. The two of them sat there in relative silence as Lena slowly began to uncoil and relax at Widow's attention. A low gurgle broke their silence and Lena sheepishly wrapped an arm around her stomach.

"You guys wouldn't happen to have a mess hall around here, would yah?"

Widowmaker snorted softly, "Oui, though I do not go down there often."

"Don't suppose you could show me the way?"

Rolling her eyes Widowmaker stood and gestured for Lena to as well. Quickly getting her feet under her Lena fell into step behind Widowmaker only to find herself led into the bathroom. She turned a questioning look to Widowmaker.

"You're filthy. Food will be brought later but right now you need to shower."

"Wha! I am not!" Lena objected, but the thought of a hot shower was incredibly tempting.

"Says the miscreant covered in rubble, blood, and sweat?"

Right. Lena had almost forgotten what she had been doing before she ended up here.

"Strip." When she saw Lena open her mouth to object she crossed over and gripped her jaw firmly digging her nails in. "That was not a request. Leave your clothes outside the door, I will get you new ones."

And with that Widowmaker left leaving Lena rubbing her jawline where the others nails had left indents. Christ fine, she thought as she slid out of her jacket and carefully set the chronal accelerator in a safe place before taking the rest of her clothes off. Folding them haphazardly she set them outside the door and hurried into the shower. Biting back a moan of relief as the hot water cascaded over her sore muscles Lena stood there a moment before reaching for the shampoo bottle. Curious she sniffed it before shrugging and lathering up, it smelled like Amelie so she was fine with it. She made sure to scrub herself down completely and spent the next 10 minutes simply soaking in the hot water and relaxing. In the mean time she had heard the door open and close again, so either Widowmaker was out there waiting for her or she dropped off some clothes. Lena hoped it was the latter, she was too overwhelmed for Widowmaker's games. Turning off the water she slipped out of the shower and found the stack of clothes on the sink. Hurriedly tugging them on she found them a little too long in the legs and arms but she could live with it. Strapping on the accelerator she edited the bathroom and found herself alone. The thought of escaping crossed her mind but the sheer improbability of success kept her there. Shrugging Lena scooped up the bits of rope that had been cut from her and made a neat little pile on the desk. Crossing over to the only chair in the room she sat and waited. Widow reappeared not too long afterward followed by an Omnic plastered with the Talon insignia carrying a tray. Setting the tray down on the desk he then began taking the bedding and replaced it with a fresh set Widow provided, after which he left.

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ff15trashgoldenslumbers · 7 years

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Hey can I request for an s/o who is from Niflheim, how would the chocobros react? Are they a spy? Generic citizen? Migrated from Lucis since its education system is better?

This has got to be the hardest one yet, I absolutely suck at politics in Eos, and went through like 4 scenarios with Noctis, but I think they came out okay. (Squints at Noctis’ story suspiciously) ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

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Noctis

“Y/n did you get hit in today’s hunt?” Noctis called standing behind you.

You flinched, your hair was pulled into a ponytail as it was so humid that you couldn’t do anything with that friz of a mess. Yet it left your neck exposed, and he must have seen it.

“No, that’s old.”

Prompto tilted his head, “I don’t recall ever seeing it.”

“I normally wear collars, or my hair down. Let’s just stop talking about it.” You muttered, glancing away from the others to stare into the fire.

“It looks…”

You jumped from your chair as you felt Noctis’ fingers brush against the wound on the back of your neck. Knocking it over as you back away from the man, almost into the fire, if both Ignis and Gladiolus didn’t grab a hold of you in time.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Noctis asked.

You fidget with your hands, glancing toward Noctis before looking away, before sighing heavily, “No, it’s about time I told you.” You muttered, as you turned your back to Noctis, lifting your shirt to show the large burn upon your back leading to the black mark on your neck, using your shirt to wipe away the make up, revealing a Niflhiem brand.

“I was…I was originally sent to you as a spy, when I rejected to harm your family, I was made an example of. I’m a trader to my home.” You stated head lowered, waiting for the others reaction.

“When did this happen?” Prompto asked.

“I was a kid.” You shook your head pulling back down your shirt, before turning to look to Noctis, lowering yourself to your knees, before lowering your head, “I do not have a home and I can no longer ask for you to turn a blind eye,” You moved your ponytail off your neck. “Noct,” You quickly corrected yourself, “Noctis, I’ll never be able to apologize enough, and I’m willing to take whatever punishment you see fit.”

Moments passed, yet the Prince did not move, only to do so, as you summoned a knife, bringing it to your neck. Only to have it fly from your hand by a swift slash of Noctis’ sword.

“Noctis, please!” You begged, “Allow me to die with some honor!”

“You gave your life to me.”

You froze, the night you finished your KingGlavie training, you made a promise to the man before you, that your life would forever be his. No matter what future they would come against, bringing your hands to your face, you couldn’t help but cry. “Noctis.”

A warm hand rested on your head, as Noctis knelt before you, “It’s fine.”

“Thank you…”

Prompto

“I hate this place.” You muttered, rubbing your hands on your shirt. “Everything always felt so heavy.”

“Right, your Dad is from Niflheim.” Prompto stated, as you maneuver the group through old battle worn streets, avoiding MTs by moving out the marching zones. “You’re pretty good at this.”

“Had to be.” You called over your shoulder, ducking in an alleyway, “How else did you think I got out?”

“You escaped?” Ignis inquired, as you nodded.

You braced your back against a building glancing around, before smiling, “Gladio, mind giving me a lift?” You called, as the large man gave you a boost up to a fire escape, lowering the ladder for the others to climb after you.

“Are you sure this is the best way to get through the city?” Noctis asked, as you pulled the ladder up behind Ignis.

“Only way without getting shot by MTs and having them call in reinforcements.” You explained, as you turned to the window of the fire escape you were on. Pressing your face against the glass, seeing the place abandoned. “And since this is a border town, we need to be as careful as possible, I’m still registered under my birth Father’s name, so if I get caught I’m screwed. Stand back.”

Summoning one of Prompto’s guns, you slammed the butt of the pistol against the window, creating a small enough hole to reach our hand in to unlock the window, before sliding it up as you crawled in.

“Dude, your girlfriend’s so much cooler than you.” Noctis chuckled, to Prompto, as you opened the Fire escape door.

“I know.” Prompto cooed, as they all entered the dark building flashlights coming on.

“What is this place?” Gladiolus asked, as you by passed a couple of desks.

“It was a car factory, but they closed it down, when they shut down the town. We’re going to head down to the basement and use the underground tunnels to escape. MTs, at least the defective ones around here dont fair well in water, makes them slow, and rusty. We can get to the base that has your Dad’s car that way.” You explain leading them through the dark hallways of the building by your flashlights.

“Any idea of how long that will take?” Noctis asked.

“No idea,” You replied, “The base they took the Regelia to is about 2 hours south from where I left. I traveled at night in the back of a truck to get here, and then hightailed it across the border.”

“Would this place have any blueprints?” Prompto asked.

You puckered your lips, “Maybe…They’d be in the basement if anything.” You reply opening a staircase, stating you were all on the 3rd floor, as your group managed getting to the basement door, finding it locked.

“We could break it down.” You replied, kneeling before the lock.

“What if there’s an alarm on the other side?” Noctis asked, no one really wanted to fight MTs in a basement of a old car factory.

Prompto placed a hand on your shoulder, “Why don’t you just pick the lock, sweetie.”

You flushed, “Because I didn’t want them to know that I can do that.” You muttered, as you removed a bobby pin from your hair.

“Have to state, a lot of your unsavory skills have come in a pinch today.” Ignis replied.

“Thanks?” You question, hearing the click of the door.

“Is everyone in Niflheim trained in this kind of stuff?” Noctis asked, as you all descended the stairs into the basement of the factory.

“I’m the only one, I know of.” You shrugged, glancing around, before pointing to a draining hole cover. “We get in there and we’re as good as gone.”

Everyone jumped as they heard what could only be MT footsteps echoing on the floor above you, and they appeared to be going toward the stairs.

“Looks like we’re going in blind.” Noctis replied, as Gladiolus removed the cover easily, before being lowered in by the shield. Quickly followed by Ignis, than Prompto, who had called out to you to hurry up, as you ran over shutting the door, and busting the lock before rushing back over to Gladiolus, who lowered you down with the others.

“What did you do?” Prompto asked, as you all begun to looked around trying to get your bearings Gladiolus jumped down after you.

“Broke the lock.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Gladiolus chuckled as he rubbed your head, “We should have had you tag along from the get go, you’re full of surprises. Where you been hiding this one Prompto?”

“Dude can you not.” Prompto groaned, taking your hand.

“What can I say, I hate Niflheim.” You laughed.

Gladiolus

“Big sis!” Iris called, as she stepped around the MT, breaking it’s arm, before slamming into its back, while you rushed forward, slamming a fist into the husk of an android chest .

“Got ya!” You called, as Iris leapt off the magic soldier, you grabbed her hand, spinning her around, to kick at the other soldier attempting to attack you from behind, snapping its neck, as you tossed the younger sibling in the air, before delivering a well placed kick into its chest, as Iris landed beside you.

“Awesome!” Iris and you cheered , as you both double fived each other.

“You two want to save something for the rest of us?” Gladiolus chuckled.

“Ladies first, baby.” You wink to Gladiolus, only to gasp, as you quickly grabbed Iris, before throwing her to Gladiolus, shrieking as a bullet from a downed MT struck you through the chest.

“Y/N!” Gladiolus and Iris called, rushing over to you, as Prompto shot through the creature.

“Babe are you okay?”

You grunt, as you tried setting up to see where the bullet hit you only to collapse back to the ground, “Fuck, Gladdy which side?”

“Your right.”

“Bitch!” You barked, “Shoulder, Rib? My entire arm is numb on that half.”

“Upper shoulder.” Gladiolus stated, as he pulled out a potion, only for you to wave it away.

“Big sis, I’m sorry” Iris cried, as you reached up with your left hand, pushing her hair from her face.

“I’m fine, Iris, I promise.” You smiled, only for your right hand to seize up, as you grunted heavily. “I hate when that happens. Gladiolus, can you get Ignis, I’m going to need one of his daggers.”

As the others crowded around you, you hissed as you allowed Gladiolus to help you up to a sitting position, realizing that the bullet didn’t go through your shoulder as you removed your jacket. Wrapping your arms around Gladiolus’ shoulders, crawling into his lap to use a base while Ignis stood behind you. Reaching out to Iris, as you held the younger siblings hands tightly.

“I do apologize if I cause more discomfort.”

“You’re sweet to worry, Ignis, but it’s fine.” You replied, as you stared into Iris’ eyes. “Iris, don’t worry, I told you I’m fine.” Only to flinch as you felt Ignis remove the bullet, “That never stops hurting.”

“Babe, you’re not bleeding.” Gladiolus replied.

“That’s good, it means it didn’t hit a nerve, and we don’t have to waste a potion.” You replied, as you released Iris’s hands, reaching for Ignis dagger. “You mind lighting it?”

“Lighting?”

“I need to fry the wires and close the holes before I get dirt or water in it.” You respond.

“Wires?”

You gave a soft huff, “I didn’t really want this known, but my shoulder is made of MT parts.” You explained.

“MT parts?” Prompto inquired, as you took the flaming dagger from Ignis.

A grunt of pain escaped as you burned the flesh close with the tip of the knife before repeating to the area Ignis had dug the bullet out, “That never gets easier, thanks.” you call to Ignis, your attention turning back to Gladiolus as he turned you to face him.

“Y/N, explain.”

“I…what’s the best way to explain this, when I was a little kid, I was abducted by Niflheim, as a kid with limited family, I was the perfect candidate to be used as a MT with a human base. We were suppose to be used as spies within the kingdom, but unfortunately for them it didn’t work, many of us were killed, the few of us that did escape, are stuck with these messed up parts.” You explained, as you rolled your shoulder, only to gasp as you felt Iris jump into your lap.

“Big sis! Are you sure that you’re okay?”

“I promise you, I’m fine, lucky it hit my shoulder and nothing else.” Only to gasp, as you ended up being stuck in an Amicitia bear hug. “Gladdy, Iris.”

“How much of your body is MT?” Noctis asked, as you peeked around the siblings.

“Only my shoulder. It shouldn’t cause any troubles since I closed it.” You replied, “I shouldn’t have kept it a secret, but people don’t really react to me stating that I have MT in me all too well. People can be harsh about it.”

“Y/n we would never think that, right Gladdy?” Iris cried looking up toward your boyfriend, as he turned you to him.

“Never.” He called, as he pressed his lips against yours.

Ignis

“An airship? Really!” Prompto groaned, as the large aircraft landed before your group.

“Does it appear larger than normal?” Noctis called.

“Should we regroup and try to…Oh and they’re going head on.” You muttered, watching as the others rushed onto the field. Giving a sigh as you summoned a lance, following after them. Only to stop as you stared at the make and model of the MT. “Ignis!”

“Yes?”

“These aren’t normal MT, they’re an order model remade with higher specs, so they’re going to be tougher to break through.” You call, as you vaulted over Gladiolus to strike an MT down. Only for everyone to gasp looking up to see a Hurricane above.

“This is the last thing we need.” Gladiolus groaned, as the large creature swept down, knocking quite a few of the MT out the way. Yet more still came from the airship.

“Everyone regroup!” Ignis called, as everyone quickly circled around each other.

“What’s the plan Specs?” Noctis asked, as the MT’s begun picking themselves off the ground.

“We’re out numbered, and that Hurricane is not taking likely to us being so close to it’s nest.” You stated, glancing around.

“Y/N is right, should we focus on only one enemy, we’re bound to leave ourselves open to the other. We need a diversion to escape the Hurricane’s area.” Ignis stated.

You guys glanced toward one of the MT’s that had gotten knocked over, its helmet missing, a you saw the serial number. “I can get us out of this.”

“How?”Prompto muttered.

“We’ll have 20 minutes to gain distances but that’s if this works.” You stated stepping away from the group as all the MT’s eyes went to you. “Commander override, hostile airborne, protect. Over ride 1-2-2-4-Alpha. Hostiles are retreating south, southwest ”

The red eyes of the creatures, staring at you before all saluting, as they all turned about face and ran off in the opposite direction your group was headed.

“Let’s go.” You call, your eyes locking with Ignis before you glanced away, too ashamed to look at any of them.

To keep everyone safe for the night, you all found a motel to crash in, you had opted to stay within the room to shower, while the others went to find something to eat in town. Only to be brought from your thoughts as you heard the door open, yet not the familiar noise of everyone.

“Ignis, I…”

“You don’t need to explain to me what happened.”

You sighed heavily, “I do, I was, how to put this, learnt, brainwashed, forcibly educated to become a commander for the MTs as my parents did. Top of my class, two years early. On my first mission, I…I froze, I called off the attack, self destructed my units. I became a disgrace, I didn’t know what to do, so I changed my last name and moved to the outskirts of Insomnia, I slowly attempted to forget my old life, but I guess…that was too much to wish for.”

You waited for Ignis to say something, yet instead found the man, moving to sit beside you on the bed, placing a hand over your own.

“Your past does not define who you are, my love, I love who I’ve met, and know.”

You moved closer to the man, resting your head against his shoulder, as his arm wrapped around you.

#ffxv headcanons #ff15 #ffxv #ff15 headcanons #ffxv text post #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 headcanons #final fantasy 15 text post #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x reader #prompto argentum #prompto x reader #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus x reader #iris amicitia #makes a guest appearence #ignis scientia #ignis x reader

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queenieskamander · 7 years

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Killjoys, make some noise -Ch.2

Gang/post-apo!AU (requested)

Member: Jimin (mention of other members)

Genre: Fluff. Smut, a little bit of everything…

Sumarry: This AU is based around the lives of the “Killjoys”, a group of rebellious rogues living in a post-apocalyptic Seoul. The Killjoys are a group of outlaws who are fighting against the evil corporation Better Living Industries (BL/ind.) and its various “Draculoids” and executors, such as Korse.

Prologue Ch.1

It is a time to start a new life

Jimin’s p.o.v

I was awakened by a loud noise, something like a school bell. After a while I heard a very familiar female voice. -Hey, wake up! You have one hour to get ready. Your first class is in the hall downstairs. Come one!!- She said briskly I opened my eyes, muttering something. I got up slowly, looking around me. My room wasn’t very big, but bright and clean. Just enough space for two people. Jungkook dragged himself from his bed, tiresomely opening his suitcase and taking some clothes from it. -Im going first to the bathroom, ok?- He wasn’t really waiting for me to answer. I brushed my hair with my fingers, making even bigger mess on my head. I went to the window, pulling the blinds. I opened the balcony door and I went outside. I felt dry and crispy air. I leaned against the railing, looking at view in front of me. Maybe we were on the desert, but there were a lot of plants (trees, flowers, shrubs, grass). My eyes caught disputes pool and sunbeds,tables with chairs, large stone grill around it. However, there was a designated area for volleyball and football. It felt like a holiday resort by the sea. On the left and on the right side stretched balconies. Tae and Y/N had a room on the right side from us. -Jimin, we must go now. We still need to eat something.- My brother said with a big smile on his face. Its not like I need to go to bathroom too… It is a Time to start a new life All ‘students’ were standing next to a big doors. We hoped that we came to the right place. Nobody here was eager to explain anything to us . Exactly when the clock struck nine, the door opened. We saw a well known blond lady, she was wearing bright pink t-shirt and ripped, skinny jeans. -Hello, you can come inside- She said happily as she went straight to her desk- First of all, you have to choose a partner with whom you will be sit- she continued- BUT, You cant sit with you room-mate- class became quite again- Stop looking at me like than, you need know each other better. Come one, I do not have all day- I looked around me How Im going to choose a partner when I dont know people here… -Jungkook… -Tea…- Great, even my brother found partner. Wait…How could I forgot about Taehyung and his sister? -Hey Jimin, do you want to be my partner?- That voice…so beautiful… It took me a while to realized that was Y/N. -Yeah…Sure- Just dont do anything stupid -Great- did she just smirked at me? -Hello everybody- Stella said to us, again…- My name is Toxic Poison- Everybody were surprised, including me- And no, this is not my real name. This is a nickname- no shit Sherlock- You need to choose a nickname for you. You must forget you real name- She looked at us sternly. No one dared to speak. She wasn’t joking. -For your safety, and for safety of you family -How forgetting our name is going to help?- The girl with dark-red hair asked shyly. From what I associate, her name was Minji. Shit. We have to forget our names -Better Living is dangerous place, but government is even more dangerous- Toxic Poison explained, walking around us.Everybody were looking at her- If they will find out your identity,they might arrest your families or…even kill them- She stopped for a second- Thats why you need your nicknames. Something short and catchy, easy to remember. Understood? - Everybody were quite, listening her carefully- I asked about something. Understood? -Yes!!- Everybody said at the same time. 90% of people here, looked like a typical punks. Born to fight against government. -Good…tomorrow, you have to come in with you new name-She looked around the room with warmer look that before.-And now, please tell me…How do you understand words ‘Art is weapon’?- Art is weapon? I thought. Suddenly I remembered that I saw this slogan over the main entrance. I raised my hand shyly, feeling the startled eyes of Stella and a few other people. -Yes?- -I think…word 'weapon’ is a…a metaphor.- I said slowly- Better living have their 'perfect system’, exactly how they want. Everything is monotonous. Even their uniforms are the same. They are white without any dirt on it. Art is an opposite of it. Expressing of your feelings, using your imagination, do not caring about the opinion of others…- I shrugged my shoulders- It might be use an a weapon against BL. At least I think so. - Toxic smiled and me widely -Thats right Jimin- I looked at her with a surprise- What? You should believe in yourself more- She laughed- Coming back to the art, thats why we asked you to bring with you things related to arts…Please develop your skills in your free time. You have to have a lot of imagination to fight against the Better Living. -So we are going to fight?- Boy with green hair asked, narrowing his eyes -Some of you…yes- Toxic said looking at all of us- We will selecting you according to your your results, performance and behavior. I should take couple of weeks. Exercises, theoretical lessons, practical lessons…- We all straightened up, hearing about the “practical lessons.” The girl with dark blue hair raised her hand -Yes?- -why were we chosen?- that was a good question. I was thinking about it couple of times-First of all, we were looking for teenagers which could come here without arousing suspicion- Toxic immediately explained. I think she was ready to give an answer to every question- But we could take everybody. I know i might sound weird, but we know about you more that you can expect- She smiled mysteriously and I felt anxiety.- We looked also at your assessment and behaviour, but in the school they have a different appreciation than here. We need a rebellious people who want to re-build the old system and who are not afraid of danger. -Apparently we will have here a normal lessons here- said the blue haired boy, probably Brandon. - If I will have insufficient assessment of maths, you are going to punish me by making me to write 100 times 'I will be a better student’?- he mocked. Toxic did not seem to be surprise about his comment. -No, it would be a waste of time. You wont write a single word. - she said, smiling at him- The punishment for unacceptable behaviour, or very bad academic results will be, for example…-she wondered- Taking away a laser gun, ban on driving, ban going out on a mission…- She began to exchange. All were silent, looking at her. Her coral lips twitched into a smile again. -Before I will let you go, I want to raise another topic concerning art. Jimin come here.- She looked in my direction. Surprised, I got up from the place and went to her, standing in front of all gathered.- This clothes- She pointed at my black clothes- Are unaccepted -Excuse me?- I asked, slightly confused. Why she is doing this to me… -'Art is a weapon’, Jimin- She said slowly and distinctly, later bursting into laughter.- You have to be dressed colourfully. I hope this is note a problem for you-We all looked at each other smiling foolishly-We have a few types of hair dyes, some different materials, sewing machines. You will find something for you. The basics are explained, the rest of the day you have free. If you have questions, come to me. In the meantime, look around the centre. Of course you can enjoy all the attractions: swimming, volleyball, football, everything what you will find. The whole area is at your disposal. You can go now.- People started to get up from their places- I’ll see you tomorrow, in front of the main entrance, also at nine. Your homework is to work on the style and come up with a nickname- She smiled at us widely- Have a nice day, Killjoys.-What do you think about all of it?- Y/N asked few hours later, when we were all sitting in the canteen, lazily taking food out of cans. BL controlled even what we were eating. Idiots.- These guns sound … wow. Amazing…- She said appreciatively. Some hair agreed with her, nodding. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs. -I don’t know..- I said doubtfully- Guns … I do not think they give us real guns…- - And why not?- Brandon asked, looking at me like an idiot.- We have to fight with them. We are not going to beat them by showing them our drawing or playing guitar- He laughed -Stop- I snapped- You would be able to kill a man? -Draculoids are not people, and you know that- Tae said- But I agree with you, it is easy to kill anyone. -It sounds to me more and more like a fucking, suicide mission- I heard Kookie who was sitting next to Taehyung- The longer im here, the more I gain certainty that he would never return home. -You are right…- Minji murmured- Better Living probably soon will know all about us and…they might kill us…Thats got it will end- She throw her legs on the table- But I’m staying here anyway- She said with determined voice- I have no home to go back. They killed my family… -Minji…- Y/N spoke gently, after a while of silence. -Shhhh, I just want you to know that Better Living kills people- She looked at us seriously and then he stared at me- So yes, Jimin, I think I’d be able to kill Draculoid -If you put it that way…-I murmured -YESSS!!!- Eunji scream with Joohyun- We will Destroy Better Living, they have no chance with us!! Will kill Korse? -YESS!!!- Everybody were busy screaming some random slogan. Only me and Y/N we quiet.

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How much info does a third party insurance company need?

"How much info does a third party insurance company need?

I was asked to clear out an office a few weeks ago for the company that I work for. I got given a transit van and drove into London no problems. On the way back while parking up at work I hit another persons car and tore the bumper off. I found out who it was and told her straight away, she wasnt happy but I explained that Im covered by the company. She has started to claim though her insurance and our faculties department has done the same. I have told my insurance company aswell. The faculties department has asked for my insurance details for my private car insurance? Im not happy about giving them these details, can I refuse?

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