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miss-andromeda · 9 months

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...But I Just Can't Prove It - Excerpt

So I finally got back to writing! And to celebrate, have a little excerpt of the next chapter of All's Fair, called ...But I Just Can't Prove It 🩷

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As they cut through an alley, Andi's mind was still swimming with questions about Falco and Rockwell's disappearance. "So how do you suppose we're gonna find Rockwell without having any idea of where he could be?" She asked Donnie, who only smiled at her. "Well, maybe we'll know once we take a look at his flash drive."

Andi looked at him confusedly - completely oblivious to the ominous figure jumping across the rooftops like it was hunting for them - but then smiled back as she realized what he was talking about. "Is that what you grabbed while I was talking to him?"

Donnie proudly grinned, displaying the blue flash drive from his belt. "Indeed it is."

Andi nodded, clearly impressed with him. "First the lock-picking device and now this...am I becoming friends with a criminal?" She teased, making Donnie laugh and playfully shake his head.

"Not yet you're not. Though it is worth noting that keeping cool under pressure is one of the cornerstones of-"

He was interrupted by that shadowy figure leaping in front of them - and by the furious growl it emitted, it was not happy to see them.

Andi internally groaned (of course she didn't bring her laser gun when she actually needed it,) but her eyes widened when Donnie put his arm out in front of her to shield her and drew his bo staff, looking as stern as ever. "Don, be careful! You know how dangerous an animal can be - especially a mutated one?!" She told him, her tone panicked.

But Donnie didn't look phased - instead, he glanced at her with a steely, dangerous look in his eye. "That makes two of us then. Get somewhere safe, now."

Her breath hitched at that, her face felt hot (and was probably bright pink,) and her stomach began fluttering - and she didn't realize she was staring until Donnie yelled for her to run, which made her snap out of it and run to the corner of the nearest wall.

Once he was sure she was safe, Donnie started to swing the bo staff around (likely in an attempt to intimidate the monkey,) but it didn't work as the gigantic creature gave a strong kick to his abdomen and sent him flying (and skidding onto his knees) and dropping his staff in the process, which it grabbed and promptly tossed it aside.

Seeing him already bruised and scuffed up made Andi's eyes widen. "Don, let me help you, you can't take this on by yourself!" She protested - and was about to run to his side until Donnie gently pushed her back to the wall. "No, I can handle it, promise." He assured her (though his voice was strained from the damage he had taken,) making her shake her head in disapproval as he jumped back into the fray.

He tried to charge at the monkey, but the latter was faster, jumping onto a fire escape and then proceeding to avoid every attack Donnie tried to throw with skillful dodging. It was like...he could read exactly what moves Donnie was about to perform - and respond with a proper dodge.

Even when Donnie tried to get a strike in with three of his ninja stars, the monkey was still completely untouched - though much angrier. Immediately, he hit Donnie with a flurry of punches, making said recipient yelp in pain as he tried to fight him off to no avail.

And Andi was getting even more scared at this point. Glancing at him from the corner, her heart broke as he started to look even more battered and bruised. She was still more than willing to join him - but she knew exactly what his answer would be.

And he knew that as he stood up weakly to look at her, trying to assure her that he was okay. "I was just figuring out his timing. He is going to regret-"

As if by some type of irony, he was hit with another punch in the abdomen from the monkey, followed by quite a bit more - as well as an uppercut to the chin, all while he was trying to convince Andi that everything was fine...even if it wasn't, obviously. "Ow! That-that too! Ow, and that! Got a lot of regrets, monkey!" Eventually, the monkey had had enough of what appeared to be Donnie's shenanigans and latched onto his face, before kicking him onto his shell.

And when Donnie opened his eyes, his face melted into shock as the monkey leaped into the air, seemingly about to finish him off.

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Okay, now Andi needed to do something.

The monkey was now on top of Donnie and hammering his fists into his head, all while the latter was trying fruitlessly to dodge it and yelling for it to stop. "Hey, come on! Ow!"

And suddenly, an idea hit her.

She remembered reading about this both in school and on her own, and admittedly, had wanted to see if it was as effective as countless movie scenes had shown it to be. Though, that was against humans, not a gigantic, mutated monkey...

Well, couldn't hurt to try.

Taking a breath, she ran behind the monkey and pinched its neck, right below the chin - hard enough to stifle the blood flow to its brain, but not enough to cause any serious nerve damage. And sure enough, the monkey twitched for a moment, then became unconscious as Andi laid him on the ground.

"He should be awake in a few minutes." She mumbled, but her professional attitude wore off quickly and was replaced by fear as she ran over to Donnie, examining all of the damage on his body. She assumed he didn't break an arm or a foot, but he did have a lot of bruising and probably some type of head trauma.

"How did you do that...?" He muttered weakly as she cradled his throbbing head.

Andi held up her other hand, pinching her index finger and thumb together. "Just pinched the vagus nerve and temporarily stopped the blood flow to his brain. It should be effective for a few minutes." She then shook her head to end her rant as he lifted his arm pitifully, making her take his hand to ease some of the stress. "But enough about that. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad does it feel?"

On any other day, Donnie would've been smiling (and probably blushing) at how nurturing and doctor-like she was being. But of course, today was the day he got beaten to a pulp and utterly humiliated himself in front of the girl he was crushing on.

Go figure.

"Er, probably a 9..." Donnie managed, letting out a groan as he tried to sit himself up. "Along with my pride, I think he ruptured some type of internal organ..."

Rolling her eyes fondly at the beginning sentence, Andi helped him up (and was privy to the pained moan he let out.) "I'll treat you when we get back to the lair." She promised him, already starting to walk him back.

This was definitely going to be interesting to explain to the boys.

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Finally, they were walking inside the lair, Andi still propping Donnie up as he now had an arm around her for extra support. "You're almost there, just a few more steps..." She whispered to him. "Then you can rest on the couch and I'll start treating these." She softly added.

If he wasn't in even more pain from walking, he would've been giving her the sweetest smile he could muster for her doing this for him.

Once Mikey caught a glimpse of the two of them, his eyes widened from fear as he gestured for Leo and Raph to follow him, with the red-masked turtle asking once they saw the pair, "Whoa, what happened?"

Andi sighed sadly as Donnie held his head, the intense pain making him think it was the work of an upcoming concussion. "Long story, but the concise version: Don suffered the blunt force of a lab monkey that must've escaped Falco's lab."

The trio exchanged concerned looks as Leo walked over to them, taking the stress off Andi by propping up Donnie himself. "Andi, can you get an ice pack?" He requested, and once Andi nodded and left for the kitchen, he walked Donnie over to the couch so he could rest - but not without the girl calling from the kitchen, "Make sure his legs are above his heart, it's important for the blood flow and reduces the risk of swelling!"

Leo did what she suggested, resting his younger brother's head on a throw pillow and grabbing the other pillow on the couch to rest his legs underneath. And once Donnie was resting as comfortably as possible (well, that wasn't easy considering how much pain he was in,) the leader asked, "Donnie, are you gonna be okay?"

Through his pained groans, Donnie managed out a, "Yeah...yeah, I'll be fine..."

"Then, in that case-"

Almost like it was confirmation, Leo, Raph, and Mikey started laughing - all while Donnie's eyes shrunk from embarrassment. Yes, it was humiliating, but did the others really need to rub it in his face about it?

Through his laughter, Raph decided to ask for confirmation of how absurd the story was. "Y-You got beaten up by a monkey? In front of your girlfriend?!"

Donnie managed a weak scowl at them. "She's not my girlfriend! And that monkey was a vicious mutant!"

Still seeing the humor and absurdity of it all, the boys continued to laugh and joke about it. "Yeah, I'm sure he went bananas!" Leo joked, making all three of them laugh harder. "Oh, no, no, no! He went ape!"

That made Mikey fall onto his shell from laughter while Leo and Raph fell to soft belly laughter - which only stopped as Andi was walking out of the kitchen with an ice pack and a scowl at their behavior. At that, Raph made a 'cut it out' motion with his hand as Andi stared them down, only adding, "No more monkey puns."

She first added another pillow underneath Donnie's legs, then rested his head on her lap as she placed the ice pack directly on his head - the same spot that Donnie was holding as they walked back to the lair. "Joke all you want, guys, but he saved me. If he weren't there, I wouldn't have made it back here alive." She told them seriously, not noticing the admiring smile the purple-masked turtle was giving her.

Beautiful, attentive, and willing to stand up for him...it was moments like these that made Donnie remember why he had such a crush on her in the first place.

But of course, Mikey had to ruin it. "Yeah, but it's just funny that he saved you from a monkey!" He started to laugh again at the circumstances, and when she caught Leo and Raph snickering again, Andi huffed and rolled her eyes. Clearly, they weren't listening to her spiel if that was still what they retained from it.

"You guys are idiots."

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thornofarose01 · 8 months

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The Memories That Haunted Me: Chapter One

Masterlist

Chapter Two

Introduction: Xarene Eilsund, a drow monster hunter dragged into an adventure they could never even dream of. Infected with a tadpole that could turn them into a mind flayer in a matter of days, they set out to find a cure...

Word Count: 2,125

The events aboard the nautiloid were all a blur. Encountering an intellect devourer that appeared helpful, a Githyanki warrior woman, and saving a half-elf named Shadowheart from going down with the ship were all Xarene could put a finger on.

They lay there in the dirt for a moment, catching their breath. They had found themselves amongst the rubble of that ship. And yet, they were relatively unharmed. As if their fall was stopped by magic. It had to be by magic.

A small groan escaped their lips as they stood up, dusting themselves off. "Hells," they muttered as they looked around. Blood slicked the ground, soaking into the sand of the beach. Whether it belonged to the inhabitants of the nautiloid or the poor souls on the coast when it went down, they couldn't tell. It was most likely both. They staggered away from where they were lying.

There they found Shadowheart lying nearby. A strange, multifaceted artifact was sitting in her hand. The artifact that she seemed all too protective about when Xarene asked about it on the ship.

Xarene knelt next to her, gently shaking the half-elf by the shoulders. "Hey. Hey!" They whispered.

Shadowheart awoke with a soft groan before standing up. "You're alive. I'm alive," she muttered in astonishment before looking up at the drow. "How is this possible?"

Xarene shook their head. "I was hoping you might know that," they responded bluntly.

"I remember the ship... I remember falling. Then nothing."

"Well, now what?" they asked, crossing their arms.

Shadowheart looked around before returning her attention to them. "First things first we need supplies, shelter, and most of all, a healer. We might have escaped but we still have these little monsters in our heads."

The mind flayer parasites,Xarene reminded themselves. "We?" They repeated. "You want to stay together?"

"We need each other," she answered sternly. "We both know what's at stake. I can't think of better company."

Xarene nodded and turned to leave but Shadowheart continued. "One thing, before we go. I wanted to thank you again for freeing me. It would've been all too easy for you to run right past my pod, but you didn't. I'll remember that."

Xarene chuckled softly and nodded. "Of course," they said. "Now come on, we should find that gith we were with earlier."

The sand crunched under their feet as the duo walked, their path leading them to a crypt, or into the smoldering wreckage of the Nautiloid.

Just as Xarene turned to enter the wreck, the sound of scuttling drew their attention. A trio of intellect devourers were moving about the rubble. Without a second thought, the drow charged, slamming their sword down upon one with a sickening squelch.

Shadowheart ran to their side, readying her mace and attacking one of the others. Xarene gagged slightly at the noise of the mace meeting the intellect devourer's flesh.

The remaining one swiped at them with its claws but was met with a quickly cast fire bolt from Shadowheart. "You aren't hurt, are you?" she asked, looking Xarene over.

They shook their head. "Little shit got my armor, but not me," they responded, looking at the tear in the fabric of their pant leg. "Come on, let's keep going."

They made their way along a path once more, barely making it a few yards before a voice caught their attention. Ahead of them stood a man, strangely well-dressed, who seemed to be on high alert. A high elf. He looked over at the duo. The first thing Xarene noticed, besides his odd attire, was his red eyes. Then his hair, white curls that, if Xarene had to guess, was quite well maintained. As they continued eyeing him over, they noticed another thing. He was pale, his skin tone almost sickly. He seemed relieved when Xarene approached.

"I've got one of those... brain things... cornered," he stated, motioning to a patch of tall grass nearby. "There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you?"

Xarene nodded. "I suppose I can," they shrugged, grabbing their sword once more. They approached the grass cautiously. The elven man seemed unarmed, so who were they to leave him in harm's way?

A rustle of grass and something darted out. A boar. Xarene started to turn only for the man to put a dagger at their throat. He pulled them to the ground, laying next to them with the blade still a mere inch from their neck. They grit their teeth and tried to squirm away. Before they could say anything, the man shushed them, as if talking to a pet or a small child.

"Not a sound," the man threatened, glaring at them. "Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours." He then glared up at Shadowheart. "And you. Keep your distance. No need for things to get messy."

Returning his attention to Xarene once more, he spoke. "Now, I saw you on the ship, didn't I?" he asked. "Nod."

Xarene growled again and slammed their forehead into his. The man pulled away in pain and surprise. "You son of a," he cut himself off as the two stood. Xarene reached for their sword again, keeping their eyes on the man who was threatening them.

That strange sensation- the parasite squirming behind their eye as it connected to someone else's- flared up again. The man felt it too, judging by the extreme discomfort on his face. A glimpse of a memory from his eyes appeared in their mind. But as soon as it appeared, it was gone.

"What was that? What's going on?" The man lost the threatening demeanor he had before, he seemed nervous.

"Honestly? I have no idea," Xarene spoke, still keeping a watchful eye on him. His dagger was still gripped tightly in his hand.

"It's those tentacled monsters," he responded. "Whatever they did- whatever they put in us- just created a connection." He seemed to relax a bit. "They took you too. I saw it during... whatever just happened." A coy smile etched its way onto his face. "And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies."

"Glad to see we're caught up now," Xarene responded. They relaxed a bit, still keeping their distance from their would-be attacker.

"Indeed we are. Please, allow me to introduce myself," he put a hand to his chest. "My name's Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when those beasts snatched me."

"I'm Xarene. Just a wandering monster hunter. I was in the middle of tracking down another bounty when I was taken," Xarene responded.

Astarion smirked. "My my, you've been busy. Did you learn anything about these worms while wandering the ship?"

They shook their head. "I know we don't want them in our heads, that's for certain."

"These worms are already affecting me," he mumbled. "I can feel it. Now what to do about it..."

"We can start by traveling together. Better odds," Xarene said before looking over to Shadowheart for approval. She nodded slightly in response, but her expression remained skeptical.

"You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea," Astarion nodded. "And anyone that can crash a mind flayer ship and walk away seems like a good person to know. Lead on."

"Let's hope any future acquaintances don't hold a blade to your throat by way of introduction," Shadowheart said as the group continued on their path yet again. Venturing into more of the remains of the nautiloid ship, the trio spied something all too familiar. One of the mind flayers had survived the crash as well, barely. It was pinned under something, most likely what used to be one of the ship walls.

The parasite lurched from inside Xarene's skull, reacting to the mind flayer's presence. They went from feeling annoyance to... pity. Pity?

Xarene shook their head, gritting their teeth and trying to pull away from the mind flayer's influence. It was trying to force them to spare it. A brief lapse in the mind flayer's focus was all it took, and they saw their moment. Slamming their foot down on the creature's skull, they ended its existence in this realm.

The route they were on began to reach a slight incline, Xarene dragging their boot against the stone to get the remnants of mind flayer blood and viscera off. An ancient sigil circle, a purple etching into the rocks lining one side of the path, was ahead of them. But something was... off about it. The magic was unstable, pouring from the sigil in a dark purple haze. Xarene cautiously approached. They reached out to the magic but instantly recoiled, a jolt running through their body.

And then something unexpected happened: a hand emerged from the centermost point in the swirling magic.

"A hand? Anyone?" A voice called out, clearly the owner of the arm. Xarene looked over at the others. Their expression spoke volumes. You guys are seeing this too, right?

They sighed and cracked their knuckles. Planting one foot firmly on the rock, they grabbed the hand and pulled with all their might. After another strong tug, Xarene and the man trapped in that strange magic tumbled to the ground. He got up, dusting himself off. He was a human, potentially the first human to join this group of elves and half-elves, if Xarene played their cards right. He had shoulder-length brown hair that seemed to be graying a bit, fair skin, and a neatly trimmed beard. He was dressed in an extravagant purple robe, just adding to his strange, magical aura.

"Hello," he said with a small smile. "I'm Gale of Waterdeep. Apologies, I'm usually better at this."

"At introductions?" Xarene asked, raising an eyebrow with a small laugh.

"At magic. It's a relief and a pleasure to make your acquaintance," He chuckled. "But I do know you, don't I? In a matter of speaking. You were on the nautiloid as well."

Xarene nodded. "We all were. But how in the hells were you stuck in that rock?"

"I don't know what transpired exactly, but the ship broke into pieces and I suddenly found myself in freefall," Gale explained, adding in a couple of dramatic hand movements. "As I was plummeting to certain death, I spied a glimmer quite near where I estimated my body would impact with less-than-savory propulsion.

"Recognizing this glimmer to be magical in nature, I reached out to it with a Weaving of words and found myself on the other side, as it were. How about you?" He asked. "How did you survive the fall."

"I survived, that's all that matters," Xarene shrugged.

"I quite agree, but I have the unfortunate suspicion your survival is still very much in jeopardy. Back on the ship, you too were on the receiving end of a rather unwelcome insertion in the ocular region, were you not?"

"Couldn't have put it better myself," Xarene smiled slightly.

"No use sugarcoating it, is there?" Gale laughed. "The insertee we speak of. This parasite- are you aware that after a period of excruciating gestation, it will turn us into mind flayers? It's a process known as ceremorphosis, and let me assure you: it is to be avoided."

Xarene grimaced slightly and looked over to their companions. Astarion seemed intrigued. Shadowheart, however, seemed unsettled, maybe even disgusted.

"You don't happen to be a cleric, by any chance, do you? A doctor? Surgeon? Uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?" Gale asked. The last question seemed to be in jest, but still desperate nonetheless.

Xarene looked toward Shadowheart, who spoke up. "You seem to know enough about our condition to realize it is beyond most clerics' skills."

"Most, no doubt. But I find myself hoping to be in the presence of the few. You don't happen to be one of them?" Gale asked.

Xarene shook their head in response.

"We're most certainly going to need a healer, and soon too. How about we lend each other a helping hand once more and look for a healer together?"

"Sounds like a plan," Xarene nodded. "Join us."

"Most excellent! A parasite shared is a parasite halved. Or something to that extent." Gale beamed before seeming to realize something. "But before you think you're about to embark on a journey with most ill-mannered a man: thank you for pulling me out of that stone. It was an act of foresighted kindness, I assure you. I have the feeling ample opportunities will present themselves for me to return the favor."

Just like that, the trio became a group of four. A group of four that still had no idea where to turn to for a cure...

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starl1t-vo1d · 1 year

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Don't scare me like that

Revalink prompt, show me / too close - teen and up rating for mild violence / injury

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This one was fun to write. I don't have much to say this time around. Story under the keep reading more detailed tags on ao3.

"Your teeth are chattering drink another elixir."

Revali's words sounded harsh but Link could read the care that they held. It had taken practice to pick it out but practice was something Link was used to. He nodded and dug through his bag to uncork and chug the bitter potion, sticking his tongue out after at the taste.

"Can't you customize those to a certain degree?" Revali asked from his spot beside Link.

"Maybe, but I don't know enough to risk doing so and them not working." Link shrugged, "They aren't terrible just not great."

Revali scanned the area they were walking through instead of replying. The wind howled loudly, promising a storm later if they weren't careful to get back before dark. They should be, Link and Revali were currently climbing through Hebra Mountains to dispose of a monster camp they caught word of it shouldn't take long at all given their combined skills. Revali, apparently not seeing whatever he was looking for, took to the sky scanning from higher up.

"Wait there a moment!" He called before shooting off to the left of the path they were following.

Link did as told, though he shivered against the wind. He wasn't waiting long though before Revali returned, dropping down next to him with a triumphant grin.

"Here," Revali held out his hand.

Raising a confused eyebrow Link held out his in return. Whatever Link had been expecting it hadn't been the handful of wild berries he was given. Without both hands to properly sign Link fixed Revali with a confused look.

"To get the taste of the elixir out of your mouth?" Revali started walking again spurring Link to follow. "Come on now, was standing there for a moment enough to freeze your thoughts?"

Link smiled, eating a few and then placing the rest away to free his hands. "Thanks."

Revali only shrugged, replying with a noncommittal hum.

Yes, Link thought, if you watched close enough it was easy to see Revali cared.

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It was around noon when they finally spotted the group of bokoblin they were searching for. However, the wind had picked up threatening the storm much sooner now. They would have to make short work of this and then find a cave to camp the night at this rate.

"I'll pick the lookouts off. Be careful drawing them out of their camp though stand back enough for me to light those bomb barrels first."

Link surveyed the camp from behind the group of rocks they were using for cover. "Set them off now, I'll take care of the lookouts so that way I can move in closer sooner."

Revali nodded, "Be mindful of the wind while you aim." He said before launching himself into the air.

Link drew his bow waiting for the sound of explosions before leaving the cover and firing at the two bokoblin lookouts. He missed his first shot but that didn't matter when he aimed and fired faster than the bokoblins did even after having to correct for the wind. He drew his sword and ran forward to meet the bokoblins spilling out of their camp. It was easy work made easier by Revali's help from the sky and soon the camp had been cleared.

Or so they had thought.

Link didn't know how the bokoblin had escaped both of their sights except maybe the snow that had started to fall giving it cover. What mattered now though was it was drawing an arrow to fire up at where Revali was circling the area one last time. Link didn't think before running forward to put himself between the arrow and Revali. Sharp pain blossomed from his shoulder making him let out a cry that caught Revali's attention. The bokoblin in front of him fell backward as an arrow lodged itself into its head. Revali was in front of Link a second later.

"You stupid fool, why did you do that? It's likely that it would have missed! You could have shouted for me to dodge!" Revali pulled his scarf off even as he berated Link, tying it tightly around Link's shoulder to staunch the bleeding. "Don't answer, don't aggravate the wound." Revali crouched in front of him.

It wasn't ideal for Link to ride on Revali's back while the Rito was carrying his bow, which is why they had been walking in the first place. It was less ideal for him to do so without being able to hold on properly. But the wind and snow were roaring now and they couldn't stay here so their options were to hope they could make it back to the village or otherwise find a spot that would be suitable to hide from the storm and hope that Link’s injury wasn't so terrible.

It was the latter that ended up happening, luckily the cave that Revali spotted was deep enough that the wind couldn't reach them. Revali made quick work of starting a fire, being careful it wasn't so big they'd drown in smoke before turning to Link.

"Okay, show me."

Link undid the scarf, setting it aside while Revali rummaged through Link's bag. He passed him another elixir before going back to looking for something. Link pulled the cork with his teeth to drink it then set the bottle aside pulling off his tunic -very painfully- so that his shoulder could be examined.

"Link, I need you to be very serious with me," Revali's voice was quiet and strained. "Why do you carry so little in the way of first aid?"

Link couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, it was hardly the time for it but maybe he could blame it on blood loss. Revali fixed him with a glare.

"To be fair," Link's voice cracked and seemed to surprise Revali but he had said not to aggravate his shoulder. "I don't know how to do much myself so it's a waste of space."

"A waste of-!" Revali trilled high and distressed. "Foolish! Dumb! Absolutely idiotic!"

Revali continued to grumble to himself as he tended to Link's shoulder. Link thought about pointing out that Revali didn't seem to carry any supplies, first aid, or otherwise but thought it unwise to further agitate the Rito. Instead, he bit his lip and tried not to flinch away as Revali worked.

“When did you learn first aid?” Link asked because the tense silence was stifling.

“Young,” Revali’s voice was clipped.

“That’s unexpected.”

“I had to, it wasn’t a choice, count yourself lucky I learned even if I wasn’t.”

“What do you-?” Link hissed as Revali tightened the bandages.

“It’ll do for the night, we’ll have to hope that the storm clears so we can get you to a healer tomorrow.” Revali pulled back, scrutinizing his handiwork.

Link shrugged his tunic back on, it was bloody but even though the cave had warmed up it was still a bad idea to go without the layer for the night. “Thank you,” He signed.

“Now that that's taken care of,” Revali shoved Link’s leg, fresh anger blossoming on his face. “What were you thinking?!”

“It was going to shoot you!” Link had to keep his signs small which was frustrating making him huff in annoyance.

“There were so many other options! Did you not think?”

“No! No, okay I didn’t. Excuse me for caring about you! I acted on instinct!”

“Instinct? The instinct to get yourself killed is more like it! Any more to the right and it would have been your throat! You could have died!”

This was the first time Link had heard Revali raise his voice this loud outside of a fight. Looking closer and Link realized with a frown that there were tears welling in Revali’s eyes.

Oh… Link hadn’t thought that would happen.

Revali blinked hard then dropped his head to hide it in Link’s chest when that didn’t work to clear the tears.

“You’re so stupid and you are going to be the death of me. I am going to die of stress because of you why did Hylia have to curse me so to love someone so reckless.” Revali hiccuped through the words and at this point, Link couldn’t tell if they were tears of anger or tears of relief.

Wait- love?

Link tapped Revali’s shoulder, coaxing the Rito to look at him again. “Love?”

Shock dawned on Revali’s face as his words caught up with him and he buried his face again with a loud groan. “Look at that you even managed to ruin my confession! I didn’t want to say it like that!”

“Sorry sorry,” Link whispered. He ran his hands over Revali’s shoulders trying to soothe him, “For what it’s worth I love you too.”

Revali just groaned again. “You forget this, I never said anything okay? You forget all about this, it was just a pain fever dream. I will do it properly another time.”

Link laughed as Revali finally looked up, scrubbing a wing across his face.

“Forget what? I’ve got no clue what you’re talking about.” Link signed.

“I’m not talking about anything,” Revali draped himself across Link again as though the way to keep Link from getting himself into danger was to hold him down.

He could be persuaded honestly Revali was very warm and his feathers soft.

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four-loose-screws · 1 year

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FE7 Novelization Translation - Chapter 9 Section 3

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Chapter 9: Dragon's Gate (Section 3)

Their battle soon began across the entirety of the Dread Isle.

For Hector, it became the outlet for his anger.

He had seen a retainer he was close to dead before his very eyes, and his blood was boiling.

He trudged straight into the fog, swinging at the enemies lunging at him and trying to catch him off guard.

The sight of him rampaging and swinging Wolf Beil around looked like a violent tempest.

“Wherever you are, come and get me!!” He shouted at the enemies hiding within the fog.

Then suddenly, he heard a sound come from behind him. He turned around in a panic, and saw an enemy’s corpse, collapsed on the ground with his neck sliced open. The moment he had tried to attack Hector from behind, someone else killed him. It was none other than…

“Young Lord! I’m back!”

“Matthew! You’ve finished already? There’s no need for you to push yourself and fight…”

“What are you saying?! A creepy place like this, thick with fog, is my time to shine, you know!”

“But still…”

Hector tried to say more, but Matthew cut him off. “And… If Leila knew that I was slacking off on the job, she wouldn’t let me get away with it! I’m fine. I need to work twice as hard for House Ostia in her place.”

“...I understand. Then I’m counting on you!”

“Leave it to me!” He replied and slammed his fist into his chest, then said within his heart to his beloved,

‘Hey, Leila… This is what you think is best, isn’t it? I won’t… stand down. I won’t grieve, nor feel sorrow… not now. I will only complete my mission. So… you can rest in peace. Alright?’

The fog floating around them, combined with the thick growth of the trees, made it difficult to ascertain where Uhai was.

And Uhai’s arrows, whizzing through the gaps between the trees, were dealing significant damage to Eliwood and his army.

Despite being within a forest full of obstacles, Uhai was able to expertly maneuver his horse, appearing at the most unexpected moments before them like a phantom. Since they were focusing their attention solely on him, they were completely overlooking the attacks from the other members of the Black Fang.

Eliwood turned towards his allies, who looked like they were about to start fleeing, and shouted, "Everyone, gather in one place! Make a circular formation!!"

If they didn't know where he was going to appear from, their best strategy was to have eyes open in every direction. Eliwood’s thinking was simple, but with everyone having someone watching their back, they were able to fight back against Uhai’s army and this strategy to send them spiraling into chaos.

The plan worked perfectly.

Their fear of arrows shooting them from behind vanished, and they were able to concentrate on the enemies appearing in front of them and push them further and further back.

Yet their leader Uhai kept up his assault of arrows even as his allies were being defeated.

The moment an arrow flew between the trees…

“Now, Erk! Cast as many Fire spells as you can!”

At Eliwood’s order, Erk turned towards the direction the arrow came from, and shot an array of burning fireballs in rapid succession. Though none of the spells hit Uhai, instead, they caught fire to the trees and underbrush around him.

The intensity of the smoke and fire caused Uhai’s horse to run around against his rider’s wishes.

Eliwood, not letting the opportunity escape, unsheathed his rapier. But before the tip of the blade could reach his chest, he drew the sword at his waist and jumped up. This started a fierce sword fight at close range, but Eliwood slowly began to put pressure on Uhai.

He was more skilled with his bow than he was with his sword, and his horse was so scared by the intense fire around them that the mount would not move as he wished. He could not gain any distance to wield his bow from.

And Eliwood would not do something so foolish as allow Uhai to utilize his specialty, assaulting him with a relentless flurry of attacks.

Eliwood parried Uhai’s sword with the tip of his rapier and pushed Uhai’s sword to the side, causing Uhai to stumble.

Eliwood did not let the opportunity go to waste, putting his entire body into a thrust of his rapier that stabbed straight through Uhai’s heart.

“Guh… wh-what a magnificent fight… You are stronger… than I thought…” Uhai collapsed and fell from atop his horse.

He mustered up his last remaining bit of strength to speak as blood trickled from his mouth. “To show my respect for your strength… I shall give you this as my final gift. From here, head south… turn west at the large, rotting tree… then keep going. That is the path to the Drag…”

At that point, Uhai’s words were cut short.

He had been a proud man of the plains until the very moment of his death.

“Uhai… I wish we had been able to meet you not as an enemy…”

Eliwood expressed his honest feelings, then Hector asked him, “...Do you trust him?”

“He was from the plains of Sacae… With that pride on the line, he would never tell a lie. …Or so I believe, at the very least.”

At Lyn’s words, all of their other allies nodded in agreement.

He was the kind of man to state that he would choose to challenge them to a fair fight, despite having successfully captured a hostage. Even if he was not a nomad of Sacae, those words alone would likely have been enough to believe him.

Eliwood and his allies began to march through the foggy forest once more.

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Ninian was lost.

She didn't know what she could do to regain her memory…

She wanted to remember where she was born and grew up, and how she met Lyn and Eliwood.

But at the same time, she knew she had forgotten something terrifying. If her memory returned, then she suspected she would remember that fear, and be crushed by her anxiety and despair…

'What… should I do…?'

Should she regain her lost memory, or live on without any of it at all? Ninian's heart wavered at the choice.

"...nian. Ninian."

She heard someone calling her name, and snapped back to reality.

"What's the matter, Ninian? Your face is pale…"

"...It's nothing… Lord Eliwood…" Ninian answered while staring down at her feet.

Her response only made him all the more worried. "That's good… But if there's ever anything wrong, tell me. No matter how you look at it, we're in enemy territory now. We don't know when the Black Fang is going to attack."

"Huh…?" Ninian looked all around her.

When she did so, a strange sight stretched before her eyes.

It was a building clearly not constructed by humans, but some other being. It was abandoned long ago, and had been waiting for hundreds of years for its owners' return.

An ancient ruin meant not for humans, but something overwhelmingly giant...

While she had been lost in her thoughts, they seem to have arrived at the Dragon’s Gate.

But the moment her eyes laid upon this ruin, she remembered running, and her whole body started shaking. She felt the fear from within her lost memories glaring at her tenaciously like a snake.

"What's wrong, Ninian?" Eliwood asked.

Ninian answered in a fearful voice, "...This place is very scary. I sense… a great power…"

Seeing how Ninian was feeling, Lyn had a hunch about what exactly was wrong. "With your special power?"

"What's that?" Eliwood asked.

"Ninian has the ability to sense danger just before it happens. Though she’s lost her memory, it seems that her power is as strong as ever.”

Her power had also helped them during their battle with Uhai, though in that case, it had not kept Lyn from being captured by Uhai.

“What are you sensing, Ninian?”

Eliwood asked, but Ninian did not answer. Instead screaming as if she was possessed, “...I… I should not have come here. If I am here, something bad will happen… Ahhhhh!!”

“Ninian?! Hold yourself together!”

Eliwood shook her by her shoulders, trying to snap her out of her sudden breakdown and back to sanity. But Ninian only continued to repeat words similar to what she had just said, and showed no sign that she was returning to her normal self.

“I can’t snap her out of it! For now, we should just get out of here!"

But the moment Eliwood made that decision, a voice they had never heard before echoed in the air.

“...I cannot let you do that.” A man appeared before them from within a teleportation circle. His eyes stopped on Ninian, and a long, cold smile crept across his face. “You’ve escaped twice from this little isle, and returned again… You will not escape this time.”

“Who are you?!”

At Hector’s question, the man bowed politely and answered, “So we finally meet. I am but an insignificant being named Ephidel. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“So you’re Ephidel?! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!” Hector howled.

He was the man who had orchestrated the rebellion in Lycia from behind the scenes, and possibly killed Leila.

A terrifying, violent smile spread across Hector’s face, that would make anyone more timid flee, but the sight of it did not change Ephidel’s expression even a little.

“...How bold of you to say. I know who all of you are, of course. You are Lord Hector, younger brother of Marquess Ostia. And this is Lady Lyndis, next-in-line of House Caelin.”

Ephidel’s eyes shifted from Hector, then to Lyn, before he continued on, “Oh, that’s right, I left you a present in the forest… Was it to your liking? The corpse of that red-haired, dirty little vixen…”

“Damn you! Don’t you come any closer, or I’ll kill you with my bare hands!!”

“I see, so she was an Ostian spy? There is no need for you to worry. Her death was not a painful one. …Her life was ended with just a single blow.”

Ephidel’s words made Hector’s anger all the more explosive.

“Eat this!!” Hector swung Wolf Beil with all of his might, aiming to bring it down on Ephidel’s head.

However, the moment the attack was supposed to land, Ephidel vanished completely.

“He disappeared?!”

Everyone present pulled out their weapons and became wary of their surroundings.

In a show of utter mockery, Ephidel appeared right next to his target. “This girl is necessary for my master’s ceremony.”

“Ninian!!”

“Lord Eliwood! No, let me go!”

Eliwood gripped his rapier and ran over her in a desperate attempt to save her.

However, when he had just a little further to go, Ephidel vanished once more. And Ninian along with him…

“She’s gone…!”

“Dammit!!”

Lyn muttered in shock, and Hector shouted in frustration.

But neither of their emotions were anything like the regret Eliwood experienced.

‘I couldn’t protect you, Ninian…!’

She was a person he had promised to protect. And he couldn’t do it, leaving him feeling entirely powerless.

A gigantic gate was located in front of one of the rooms within the shrine.

Darin’s voice was echoing throughout it. “Lord Ephidel! Has the girl returned?!”

Like fish gathering around a piece of bait, Darin rushed over to Ephidel.

“She has indeed…” Ephidel glared down condescendingly at Ninian in his arms. Because she had been resisting so strongly, he used his magic to render her unconscious.

“Ah! Now the ceremony can finally begin!!”

“You are correct. However, the mice are on their way here… They will most likely invade this room any minute. Can I ask you… to take care of them before the ceremony?”

“But of course! Who do you think I am?! I am Marquess Darin of Laus! The man who will rule this entire world!!” Darin nodded calmly, now truly considering himself the king of the world, a thought which fully restored his confidence.

“Then I shall leave them to you.”

“My world… Feh ha ha ha ha ha…” Darin exited the room, lost deep within his dream.

“...Humans are such frail, easy to manipulate creatures.” Ephidel muttered without even a hint of guilt.

Just then, Nergal appeared from a teleportation circle, together with Elbert, whose hands were bound together.

“Well done, Ephidel. Now then, shall we prepare for the ceremony?”

“Nergal…!!” Elbert willed his tired body to move, and stood up with his anger burning like a fire in his eyes.

Nergal watched him struggle with a deep, throaty laugh. “Are you angry, Marquess Pherae? Oh, but fate has long since been decided. No matter how much you struggle, it will all be in vain, and this girl will always return to me.”

“...My son… What happened to Eliwood?!”

“He is still alive, though it is only a matter of time before he falls to the Black Fang.”

The moment Nergal let his guard down to laugh, Elbert made his move.

“...Nergal! Get ready to die!!” In just the blink of an eye, he loosened the rope around his wrists, and used it as a weapon to try and hit Nergal.

However, his attack missed.

And that was because… a man slipped in between them, and stopped it from happening.

That man was Jaffar, the person responsible for sending Leila to her grave.

“Guh… Guh… ah…!!”

Jaffar’s fist punched deep into Elbert’s abdomen, causing him to collapse on the ground.

“...That was surprising. When did you loosen your bonds?" Nergal cackled. "Keh keh keh, you should listen carefully to the warnings others give you, Marquess Pherae. You cannot oppose fate. It would be wise of you to stop your futile attempts to do so."

“...Guh… Gah...”

Nergal looked down to see Elbert groaning at his feet. He smiled, satisfied, then looked at Jaffar. “Jaffar, take Marquess Pherae and the girl inside. I will begin the preparations for the ceremony.”

“...Understood.”

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yennasun · 2 years

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August 10th, 2011. The escape.

Rooney was anxious, incredibly so AND rightfully so.

The commission had all but taken over their lives in the past few years, but that isn't why he was anxious.

He had a plan in motion that was years in the making.

That tear in their files, they could get out of here...he could escape, both of them.

No doubt the commission would be after them with fire and vigor, Rooney made MT into the fighter he is and MT was their biggest draw.

Without one, the other couldn't function.

The only difficult part was that the commission had the entire PC locked down at all times, they had goons everywhere that loomed around like living shadows.

And getting MT out of his prison room would be especially tricky, but Rooney had spent the last 20 years of his life sneaking around...that was enough time to pick up a few tricks.

His thoughts were briefly interrupted by the sound of screaming, something that became so familiar to him that it chilled him to the bone.

The commission could be especially cruel where slaves bound sticks were concerned, creator even more so.

But tonight was the night, he managed to open the tear big enough to where he could fit someone through but it would soon close for good...PC updates and all that.

As for the branding on his left forearm...he found a way around it, they can't track it if it's covered by something - even a piece of clothing would suffice.

Night fell, and creator and most of the commission's goons fell asleep save for the few that were on night duty.

Rooney crept out of his room and began making his way towards MT's room, lowering his head as he noticed the lone guard trying to stare him down.

No going back now

This poor guard wasn't aware that it wasn't creator who taught MT the art of intimidation....

It was him.

He drew close to the guard, not taking his eyes off him at all. He lowered his head and looked the man dead in the eyes until he saw the split second of his pupil looking away.

Got you

It was the perfect distraction for Rooney to sneak a big punch in that caught him clean on the chin, knocking him spark out.

"Heh, still got it" he mumbled to himself.

He opened the door to see an unusually healthy looking MT, they must've went easy on him today.

He looked at Rooney with those uncanny, unhinged eyes that made his stomach turn.

"Don't worry kid, it ends today. We're getting out of here" he whispered as he untied him.

MT stood to tower over him, before breathing a heavy sigh.

"We can't leave...you know this" MT responded flatly

"I found a way, just follow me!" He led MT out of his room and into the desktop.

After knocking out 2 other guards, they made their way into their PCs files.

MT looked apprehensively at the large, red tear.

"Is that the way out?" He asked, not looking away from it

"Yeah, but it closes later tonight so we gotta do this now."

"They'll find me Mack, they always will."

"Not if you cover it up, you got a jacket or something with you?" Rooney asked, earning a simple "no" in response.

Rooney took off his grey and white jacket and offered it to him, he took it and put it on.

To both their surprise, it fit him despite how much bigger he'd gotten.

They were about to run to freedom until they heard voices right behind them.

"They're over here!" Of the goons yelled before getting blasted by Rooney.

Soon they'd all be here, and then neither of them would he able to escape.

"Shit...change of plans kid, go!" MT shook his head.

Footsteps could be heard approaching

"Listen kid, if we both go neither of us will escape. But if I stick around and keep them away at least you can get out!" MT shook his head even more vigorously

He put his hands on MTs shoulders

"Please kid...don't throw this away for me. I came here on my own terms but you didn't deserve any of this, if not for you then do it for me"

Rooney saw a tear going down his face and wiped it away.

"It'll be okay, there's nothing he can do that'll scare me anymore. Just lay low and keep that brand hidden...I love you kiddo" he pulled MT in for one last hug.

MT turned towards the tear, but turned his head to ask one last question.

"Will I ever see you again?" He half whispered

"I don't know kid, I don't know. But I hope so."

MT walked towards it, but stopped when he heard the last words he'd ever hear Rooney say to him.

"Keep it together kid, I know i won't be there for you but you can help yourself. I belive in you, now go!"

He ran towards the tear and was telephoned out with a flash and woke up in a familiar, but not whomsomly so, ghetto neighborhood.

He was in the dark web and he needed to get out fast.

He could already hear gunshots and yelling nearby and knew this wasn't a safe place for him.

He ran as fast as he could through the dilapidated streets, taking care not to trip over the garbage and the homeless alike.

He made it to the gate and was let through by tör.

Within 15 minutes of being in the better part of stickcity he was ushered back by police, the excuse being that "you don't belong here" And before he knew it, he was back in the muck and filth.

This was his new home now, and he wanted to scream because of it.

After a half hour the gunshots and yelling subsided and he was left alone with just his thoughts, trying to comprehend what just happened in the past hour.

He soon found himself enraged at his own decision to not fight alongside Rooney, with both of them they could've taken them all on and won.

The more he thought about it, the more he hated himself. After all Rooney had done for him this is how he was repayed.

Who knows what would happen to him.

Tears were already running down his face before he even noticed, it was all so unfair!

As he walked the dark streets he heard whispers telling him how badly he let Rooney down, conjuring the worst scenarios he could possibly imagine and calling him a coward and a failure.

They got so loud, he tripped over something and the hit to his head actually cleared it a bit.

Huh, I guess that works

He turned back and saw a corpse staring back at him.

It caught him off guard and he scampered backwards.

He must've been one of the victims of the gunshots earlier.

MT saw something in his hand and remembered the movies he used to watch with Rooney when creator wasn't around.

It was a small revolver.

He picked it up and inspected it only to find that the gun had not been fired and had all Six bullets loaded.

He put it in his pocket just in case.

In this world, showing powers was like challenging someone to a street fight.

Everyone wants to fight, no one wants to get shot.

He continued walking through the dimly lit streets, looking over his shoulder incase the guys who got away came back. He sure didn't want to get caught in a crossfire.

He began to get tired, it'd been an eventful day and he needed rest. But where?

He had nothing to go come back to, no house no apartment...nothing.

He had the whole city in front of him and yet... he had no idea what to do.

Continuing down some of the back roads and dodging some shady looking characters, he came across an open bench.

He decided it was safe and quiet enough rest here for the night, he had to tuck his legs in a bit but otherwise it wasn't that bad.

After all, he had a jacket and sweatpants to shield him from the frigid nighttime air.

He kept his hand on his newly acquired "tool" until he finally fell asleep.

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Sorry about the wait, I had alot going on in life but felt obligated to put something out.

I'm not entirely proud of this chapter and I will most likely be editing it later on until I'm happy with it.

From here on out, this story is gonna focus way less on action and way more on MTs lifestyle and mental state so it will get a bit darker from this point forward.

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #avm king orange #avm mt #animator vs animation #avm mango #au #ava #usfc #tw gun #tw torture #tw paranoia

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cassandrajoybellbittner · 3 months

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Burn For Me - Chapter 13a

*Warning Adult Content*

Teagan Bateman

"And lift your arms up... and reach them high in the sky... and breathe deeply."

I was stuck in some kind of serenity class, where you sat on mats and did ridiculous stretches and poses.

Cyrus had said it was a good thing for me to try... so I could clear my mind and have some peace.

I snickered... how was a bunch of nimble women and men... going to bring me peace?

"Now... step your feet back... and plant those hands... and lift your tail bone."

I watched everyone obey the soft spoken woman's words.

"This brings us into... the downward facing dog."

If I could muster up anything close to a laugh I would have from all this.

I've been going to this 'yoga practice' for a few weeks now and I haven't the slightest idea what I'm doing here.

'My peace,' Cyrus spoke of... hasn't come.

"And now... just lay there in the corpse pose... and let our breath return to normal."

This I did... as I shifted my body from it's crossed legged position.

I haven't moved a muscle, from where I was on the mat, this whole practice but for some reason, I felt like doing this one.

I laid my head back... staring up at the ceiling... and sighed.

"Good Teagan... that's it," the woman said to me.

"Let it all go..." her voice, soft and light.

I rolled my eyes... before closing them again... letting the silence sink in... my body relaxed just a bit.

It was hard surrounded by all these wolves but I did my best.

Then thoughts from the other day came storming it's way into my head.

The feel of Connor's razor-sharp teeth sinking into my flesh.

My eyes shot open, as fire spread through my veins, at the memory.

I stood up slowly, trying to breathe deeply... I stepped over body, after body.

When I finally reached the door, I rushed out and made my way outside quickly.

The snow was falling but each flake melted the moment it hit my skin.

It was such a raging fire... I didn't understand what I was supposed to do.

Something in me kept screaming over and over again to take him.

'Take him... take him.'

I cupped my head in my hands, suppressing the urge to scream, staggering behind the house and sliding down the wall.

'Take him,' it whispered, of ecstasy and possession but what did I know of those.

'Be whole,' it said.

"It's some sort of trap," I said aloud.... it had to be.

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I had to practice with Connor again.

It's been a week since our first match and I refused to go, so Cyrus has been filling in for me, with Connor.

But he wouldn't do it for me anymore so I had to face it and come.

I had gained my composure before entering the sparing room.

Connor stood in the middle of the room stretching and I froze.

It was like he put some sort of spell on me that made me lose all my control.

Cyrus came up to me.

"Alright you two... play nice."

With that he walked back to the place he was last time and sat down.

We faced each other but I noticed that he wouldn't look me in the eyes.

I felt a sick satisfaction with this knowledge.

He was anxious around me... I could feel it and I smiled.

Without any warning, Connor charged me catching me by surprise but I was fast on the uptake.

The moment his feet left the ground, I caught him in midair and around the waist, throwing him into the wall.

For some reason, the moment I saw him hit the wall, my body cramped up in pain, at hurting him.

The screaming in my head grew louder.

I pushed the warnings back and took his wrist in my hands and locked them above his head.

I felt him kick my shin but I ignored it as I was too distracted.

As I restrained him against the wall, the softest of scents, drifted to my nose.

The comforting smell of fresh dew and salt, bombarded my senses.

Like the ocean air and it was coming from Connor.

Unable to stop myself, I lowered my head into his neck, ignoring his struggle to escape me and immersed myself into his intoxicating scent.

I drew my nose, along the column of his neck, as I tried to figure out that it was that was coming off him in waves.

The ocean and something sweet, I couldn't name mixed together.

My body was raging at me and Connor stilled suddenly.

I glanced up at him, the fire in my blood worse than this morning.

I noticed he was out of breath, as we stared at each other inquisitively.

I tilted my head to the side and became aware of my own breath, coming in short.

Some sort of shock was caressing every part of my body, as I closed in closer to him, unable to stop.

'Take him, take him, take him,' the voice screamed, over and over, until my body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Teagan?" he questioned in such and odd tone I looked back down at him and saw his brows drawn in.

He looked sad... for me?

"What is this?" I asked gruffly, as I didn't understand what was happening.

Connor worked his wrist out of one of my sudden weak hold.

His hand came down in my hair and tangled his fingers in the loose strands.

"It's the mating call," he whispered softly in my ear and my eyes practically rolled back.

I dropped his remaining wrist and wrapped my arm around his waist pulling him flush against me, answering my body's call to him.

"Mating call?" even as I asked, I buried my face in his neck taking in his unique scent again, unable to stop my questing tongue from slipping out and tasting.

I flattened my tongue against his racing pulse and caress it along the skin up to his ear.

His body shivered against me and the scent intensified causing me catch my breath in abruptly and my head to swirl.

"Ahh," he moaned in my ear, his hands holding my head close, as if he didn't want me to stop.

I was panting trying to regulate my breathing but nothing was working I just pulled him closer.

I gazed into his heavy-lidded eyes.

'Such an amazing green,' I thought, as I stared though his beautiful messy blonde fringe.

'TAKE HIM.'

With a deep growl I pressed him flat up against the wall once again and took his mouth roughly.

I was going off instinct and it was yelling at me to take what was mine.

Connor groaned, wrapping his legs around my hips, as I pulled away to reached out and rip at his shirt, opening his chest up to me.

He took the tie out of my hair, as he gripped the strands tightly in his hands and brought my face up and smashed our lips together, once more.

Our tongues touched and I snarled at the taste of him.

My skin crawled with goose bumps, every hair standing on end, as I yanked at his belted pants.

'Take him.'

I felt my teeth wanting to lengthen as my mouth, traveled closer towards where his neck and shoulder met.

"Yes," he cried out, as I touched my sharpened canines to his shoulder and felt his body buck hard in my arms.

'Take him,' and I did... sinking me teeth into him just as he had did me.

The moment his blood touched my tongue everything in me screamed.

'No.' I pushed Connor away from me causing him to fall on his ass.

'This isn't me,' I screeched.

Stumbling back as I shut my eyes tightly, my hands flying up to my hair and gripping painfully hard.

"No." Without looking back I ran out of the room.

"Teagan," I heard Connors distant voice calling after me but I didn't listen.

'He did this. This was his fault.'

And all I could do was run... run as far as I could.

But I didn't make it far when the most excruciating pain exploded in my head causing me to reach up and hold my skull as I tripped to the ground curling into the fetal position and screamed, till everything went black.

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fpmbp · 6 months

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One way too big post for all the stuff I forgot to post

Would like to start things off by saying the only reason I haven't posted much of the development for my game is because I was off a lot and had to essentially speed run it to get to an actual playable game. So many original ideas had to be scrapped because of this.

Story/Plot: For this one, I'll give you a before and an after of what it was and now is.

Before: Before I had to scrap the idea and speed run my project, the game would have been a music based first person platformer. It would have been a set of trials with different sound cues telling you what you had to do. For example, a drum noise would mean jump. There was supposed to be progressively more difficult levels, some with sequences you had to remember.

After: A trial where you have to essentially do a Roman entertainment fight only this time you have a pan flute gun and the enemies have bongo hats and are cubes.

Objective: I don't think my game really has an objective. The original objective was to escape the king (Mr Tambourine) and get home. Unfortunately, this couldn't be achieved. I guess wipe out all the enemies as fast as possible?

Genre: Now my game is a first person shooter but before it was supposed to be a first person platformer.

Other games that inspired me: There wasn't really any other games that inspired me. I came up with the idea when I was told about the project. Other games I looked at just didn't really contain what I wanted. The colosseum was sorta inspired by the movie Gladiator but also just a regular Roman one.

Art style: The art style I used is voxels using Magica Voxel. This is because I find it easier to design things using pixels. Nothing has to be too detailed, it can be just a block with a face and an instrument hat like I did for both the king and the enemies.

My actual project:

This part is for all the things I did in my project.

The Gun:

This is the gun I use in my game. It's a basic 15 pipe pan flute that makes pan flute noises when you fire it.

It fires a custom projectile that looks like this:

In the projectile code, there is the hitting enemies code.

What this does is it checks if the thing the projectile is hitting has a specific tag called "Enemy". If it does it will see how much health the enemy has and take 50 away from it, destroying the actor if its health is equal to or below 0.

The assets of the game itself:

Now we move on to the actual assets I created for the game.

The colosseum:

A basic circle shape in the middle with a much larger circle around it. I used an incredibly helpful website in order to create the circles.

It's meant for Minecraft but you can input any numbers you like and it will give you a pixel grid of it. I then built a "throne" for the king. It's more of just a platform with a red carpet on it.

The king himself/Mr Tambourine:

The king's face was totally random. I drew random circle-ish shapes and coloured them in. The Tambourine on top of his head was made with the circle generator that I used for the colosseum, I then added the little symbol things.

The Enemies:

The enemies are all the same, the king but recoloured and with bongos instead of a tambourine. Mostly self explanatory.

Sound:

I have no idea what to say for some of this. I can say that what it does is it will see if you pressed the left mouse button and if you did it will then check if you have the rifle. If you have the rifle it will then play a random pan flute sound and fires the projectile. I don't know what the location and the rotation bit does.

Now we get to the part that I can't put down as I couldn't get any screenshots of it. I couldn't change the gun to begin with, it ended up being the same mesh but the wrong way up, not my pan flute. Eventually it was fixed and works now. That's about all there was for my game. None of the code was really changed.

#unreal engine #art #pixels #research

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hekatosmistart · 3 years

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Happy Valentine's Day!

This is my finished piece for @tppvalentinesexchange! I worked from the prompt “Hyperion Kids” and drew Juno, Mick and Sasha hanging out in Oldtown (pls don’t question why fire escapes look the same on Mars lol). It was super fun to work on, and I really hope you like it, Andy!

Thank you to the mods for hosting this bang! 💖🌌💖

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#the penumbra podcast #tpp fanart #juno steel #mick mercury #sasha wire #hyperion city #juno steel fanart #oldtown #digital art #fanart #podcast fanart #the penumbra podcast fanart #own art #i drew the fire escape and then didn't know where to put them #so i stole a renaissance triangle shape and tried to fit them to it #and i think it works tbh?#tpp valentines #TPP Vday

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the-bau-quinjet · 2 years

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Summary: What will you do when Bucky figures out your biggest secret?

Warnings: self inflicted wounds/suicide (see notes at end for more information if you'd like to know more before reading!), drunk driver, aliens that are like bees

Word Count: 8964

a/n: AHHH I've been writing this for forever! Every time I thought it was the end, I realized I had more to say lol. Another fic where we pretend everyone is alive and living happily together 🤷🏻‍♀️ Also, please ignore all the fake shit I made up about these freaking aliens and bees and the like... it just kind of happened. I tried to stick to the comics and it really just snowballed.

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"Hey, Y/N," Sam greeted you as you boarded the jet. "You ready for this one?"

"Shouldn't be any different from the last five," you quipped back having grown used to the team of four. You, Sam, Steve, and Wanda had gone on five consecutive missions together, getting in and getting things done quickly. Sam eyed you curiously, seemingly confused. "What?"

"Steve isn't the only super soldier coming on this one," Wanda cut in. "Bucky is too."

"Oh," you stilled in your movements, the shock of Bucky going on a mission with you throwing you off. He's been with the team for a little over a year, going on missions for the last three months of that time. In those three months, you are the only one he has never gone on a mission with. "Should be fun."

Sam and Wanda both looked like they wanted to say more, but just then Steve and Bucky boarded the jet. Steve glanced around, verifying everyone was present, before closing the hatch.

You barely listened as he explained the mission. Your eyes kept flitting between the file in your hands and Bucky sitting next to Steve, distracting you. Bucky has been sort of an enigma to you since he joined the team.

After all the time and research you put in to find the Winter Soldier, you definitely admired Bucky. You read through countless files about what he'd been through in your efforts to pinpoint his location, learning way more about the pain and torture he'd endured than you ever thought you would.

When you tuned back into the current conversation, Steve was wrapping up the mission details. Thankfully, you were already familiar with the file. It was a simple op. Get in, download the files, get out. Sam would provide air support while the rest of you split into two teams, downloading files from two separate computers on opposite sides of the facility.

In hindsight, it made sense to have a fifth person on the mission. You should have seen it coming. Still, even if you had seen it coming, you wouldn't have expected it to be Bucky, not with how he steadfastly avoids you at all costs.

Shaking off the weird feeling, you focused on going over your plan for infiltration. You and Steve were paired, likely because Bucky refused to work with you. Again, you shook it off. His feelings made no sense to you, but now was not the time to figure it out.

"Everyone ready?" Steve asked, preparing to open the hatch now that the jet had landed. With nods from the team, he pressed the button and everyone took off.

"Shit!" you yelped as you dodged another spray of bullets, the thumb drive with the files you needed secured in your pocket.

"Bucky, Wanda, what's your status?" Steve called into the comms, using his shield to deflect the bullets back toward your assailants.

"Files secured," Wanda shouted back. She sounded just as out of breath as you, clearly in the middle of something. A few seconds later, Bucky chimed in.

"Wilson just took out the last of them on our side," he said cooly. His voice was completely level, no sign of exhaustion present. "On route back to the jet."

"Swing by the west side, we're surrounded," Steve asked, still trying to figure out a way out. Thankfully, it didn't take long for them to get to you.

Their arrival drew some of the fire, giving you and Steve the opportunity you needed to escape the corner you'd been backed into. You were sprinting through an open area when you noticed a lone sniper aiming for Wanda.

"Wanda, duck!" you screamed, jumping in front of her just as he fired the gun. You fired your own weapon, hitting the agent square between the eyes as you dropped to the ground. "Mother fucker," you grunted, hand already reaching for the wound in you leg. The sheer amount of blood told you all you needed to know. You didn't have long.

"Y/N!" The rest of the team was suddenly at your side, their faces portraying various panicked expressions. You barely registered the pain on Bucky's face as the whole world faded to black.

The first time you died you were 16.

Your friend Cheryl had just gotten her license, and despite your parents rules about not riding in the car if any of your friends were driving, you went with her to the mall. You were only six minutes from your house when a drunk driver swerved into your lane, sending you and Cheryl careening off the road and into a tree.

You would've both been fine if another car didn't follow your path off the road, crash into your car, and send you flying into the lake. The last thing you remember was desperately trying to remove your seatbelt as water filled your lungs.

Next thing you know, you were back in the parking lot of the mall with Cheryl as if you hadn't left yet- the one key difference being your inability to breath properly. Your sporadic coughing fit caught her attention as the two of you buckled up to leave.

"You good?" she questioned, eyeing you with worry. Your coughs tapered out, confusion riddling your own expression.

"I don't... yeah. I'm fine," you answered, shaking off the sense of deja vu as she pulled out of the parking lot. Your lungs were still burning when the same crash happened again. You were six minutes from your house, once again desperately trying to free yourself and Cheryl from the car and then, bam. You were back in the parking lot.

"What the fuck?" you mumbled, through the coughing fit.

"Are you okay?" Cheryl asked, patting your back in an effort to help.

"Fine," you grumbled, still confused by what was happening. "Can we stop at CVS for some cough drops?"

"Sure thing," she answered as she pulled out of the parking spot. You ran into CVS quickly, getting back in the car and making your way home. Six minutes from your house, you saw the car that crashed into you.

"Stop!" you abruptly yelled, practically jumping out of the car when you noticed the car crashed into the tree where you and Cheryl should've been, the car that swerved into your lane crashed into a light pole on the other side of the street. "Call 911!" you shouted at Cheryl as you ran to check on the people in the car.

It wasn't long before the police and ambulances arrived, calling your parents to pick you up from the scene. From what you could tell, everyone involved would make a full recovery, especially since no cars were sent into the lake.

Your parents were quick to lecture you about riding in the car with Cheryl, but your mind was a million miles away.

"Y/N! Are you even listening? That could've been you!" your mom shouted, maybe a bit out of anger for you ignoring her rules, but mostly out of fear. Little did she know how close it was.

"Swing by the west side, we're surrounded," Steve's voice sounded from next to you, cluing you back into your surroundings. You leaned slightly, favoring your right leg as the feeling of a bullet tearing through your left thigh lingered.

Once again, it didn't take long for your backup to arrive. Sam, Bucky, and Wanda gave you the chance you needed to move back toward the jet. This time, when the opportunity came, you took out the sniper before he could even aim the gun in Wanda's direction.

Before long, all five of you were safe and sound in the confines of the jet, treating minor scrapes instead of bullet wounds.

"Nice work," Steve said to everyone. "Y/N, I don't know how you noticed that sniper so quickly." He shook his head as he spoke. Despite years of working together, the team was always impressed with your quick thinking. Or at least, what they thought was quick thinking.

"Luck was on my side, I guess," you shrugged off the compliment, still slightly favoring your right leg as you shifted in your seat. Bucky stared at you as if he could see right through you, but when you met his eye he looked away.

It seems like this mission wouldn't do anything to change Bucky's avoidance of you.

The third time you died was in college. You had chalked your high school experience up to trauma, and moved on. It took a few years, but you figured you were remembering it wrong or something. It just wasn't logical to assume you drowned and then came back to life only to relive it.

In fact, you chose not to think about the experience ever again. Until, one day, on your way to class you noticed a little boy playing with a bouncy ball while walking with his parents. The ball must've hit a crack, because instead of bouncing back up into his hand, it flew into the street. Without a thought, he chased after the ball. It wouldn't have been a problem if not for the truck coming down the street at that exact moment.

It was an easy decision for you to try to save the child. You pushed him out of the way of the vehicle, taking the hit yourself. Pain coursed through your body as multiple bones cracked and the world slowly faded to black amidst the sound of sirens and screaming.

You woke up fifteen minutes before it happened, walking down the street as if you had just left for class. Your body ached as the injuries lingered. You felt that familiar deja vu as you came upon the child and his parents once again.

It felt like everything was happening in slow motion as you watched the boy bounce the ball. You sped up your walking, just barely catching the ball before the kid could decide to walk into the street. Instead of being hit by the truck, you simply felt the wind on your face as it sped by.

You quickly gave the child the ball, practically running to your lecture hall so you could freak out in the privacy of the bathroom. Even in a world where people like Captain America exist, you never thought you would actually have some sort of super power.

So, you ignored it. For as long as you could, you pretended it didn't exist. You didn't tell a single soul about what happened. Either time. You just continued on with college, trying to study for your tests and live your life like a normal person.

Then, the battle of New York happened, and ignoring it no longer seemed possible.

It felt like any other day in New York. Of course, you'd heard about the attack in Germany, but it seemed like an isolated incident. From what the news was showing, the threat had been handled. It wasn't until aliens burst out of the sky in New York that anyone outside of government intelligence really knew anything serious was happening.

Now, living in New York City has its pros and cons. You just never thought dealing with an alien invasion would make the list. At first, it was only slightly out of the ordinary. It certainly wasn't unusual for bright lights and loud noises to emanate from Stark Tower. Afterall, everyone knows who Iron Man is.

Tony Stark falling through the sky without the suit, though? Not exactly your typical day in the city. Of course, today of all days was the first time in months your friends had managed to convince you to go to brunch with them rather than making it at home. New York was expensive enough. You didn't need to add exorbitant meals out on the town to your list of expenses.

Even more of a coincidence was the location of the chosen restaurant: one block east of Stark Tower. So, when the aliens came pouring out of that hole in the sky, you were there. When the explosions started and people panicked, you were there. When Steve Rogers started calling out instructions, you were there.

"Ma'am, civilian extraction is happening through the subway," the Captain called after you, seeing as you were running the wrong direction. Honestly, by the time he spoke to you, you had already died. Twice. Once by explosion and once by alien weaponry.

"Extraction isn't what I was going for, and you don't seem to be in the position of turning down volunteers," you replied, grabbing a discarded alien gun and taking aim. Surprising yourself and the Captain, you managed to hit a few stray aliens. "Y/N L/N, nice to meet you."

"Steve Rogers," he nodded in your direction, accepting the help despite his better judgement. "Just don't die."

"You got it, Captain."

And that's how you managed to join the Avengers. Unbeknownst to Steve, you weren't able to follow his one instruction. During the Battle of New York, you died three more times. Of course, each time you came back you managed to save the people around you.

By the time you finished, you felt like you could sleep for a year. Each death brought with it the residual pain of being stabbed, beaten, and bruised. Your lungs felt full of smoke, and your entire body was in pain. Still, you were able to help at least a little bit.

After that, you started actually training to fight. It seems Shield was impressed with your ability to survive - ha, jokes on them- throughout the fight. Before long, you were going on missions with the team, none of them the wiser about your hidden ability.

You settled into a new normal. Training, missions, living in the tower. Just when you were finally getting the hang of things, everything went to shit. Again.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

Everything seemed to freeze for Steve. In the short time you've known Steve Rogers, you've never seen him freeze during a fight. He's always prepared for the next attack. Seeing him completely stop fighting was enough for you to second guess yourself as well.

Nat and Sam were not so easily swayed. Sam attacked first, catching the man off guard. Just as he was about to shoot Steve, Nat launched a grenade to throw him off. His shot ended up off target, but still struck someone.

You felt the bullet rip through your abdomen, the sensation still causing you immense pain despite the numerous times you've died via gunshot wound.

"Shit," you cursed, the blood already seeping through your clothes and spreading.

"Y/N!" Steve ran to you, putting pressure on the wound. You could feel the world fading, the familiar feeling of dying beginning to take over. Nat and Sam surrounded you, paying no attention to the various cars full of Hydra agents coming to collect them. "I- I'm sorry," he mumbled, eyes tearing up.

It never got easier for you to watch your friends when they think you're dying. A part of you wanted to just tell them, but another part thought they wouldn't believe you. Even with all of the crazy things they've seen, how can you prove to them you can't die? They won't realize it ever happened since you seem to travel back in time.

The first time it happened, you tried to explain it. A mission went bad, the intel too outdated. Steve and Nat were by your side as you bled out. You explained as much as you could in the little time you had left, but when you woke up fifteen minutes earlier they had no recollection of the conversation. It was easier if they didn’t know.

"Steve, I'll be right back." You had just enough time to see the confusion on his face before you were suddenly waking.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

This time, you were prepared for the stray bullet. You ducked out of the way just before the bullet went flying through the place you just stood.

That was your first interaction with the Winter Soldier, but definitely not your last. The two of you fought while trying to take down the helicarriers. Being in charge of air support was definitely made more difficult by the Winter Soldier. Every craft you had was either shot down or prevented from even taking off.

"Bucky, right?" you called to him, figuring you could at least try to distract him from making things harder for Steve. He didn't reply, merely taking out another gun and aiming it at you. You relied on your training to guide you through the fight, doing your best to disarm him with each new weapon drawn.

"Seriously?" you muttered when he took out a fifth gun. You were just barely too slow to stop him, a bullet flying straight through your head.

"Bucky, right?"

The words escaped without a thought, restarting the few minutes you managed to stay alive. Your head pounded with the residual pain from the bullet, but you didn't have time to waste. You went through the fight again, this time dodging the fifth gun and kicking it out of his hand.

"Out of guns?" you quipped, more hopeful than joking. As if on cue, he pulled a knife from the side of his tactical suit. "Of course." You dodged his first strike, doing your best to avoid the blade. His attack was relentless, never letting up even as you grew more and more fatigued.

Eventually, the knife connected. The pain radiated through you, only growing when he twisted the knife. You couldn't hold in the scream that escaped you, the voices in your ear unable to help.

"Y/N, status?" Sam called, having just deactivated the second helicarrier.

You didn't have time to reply as the world once again faded to black.

"Bucky, right?"

It was more of a groan than anything this time around, your head still pounding and your side on fire. Still, you fought as hard as you could to prevent him from getting to Steve.

You made it past the guns, shivering at the sight of the all too familiar knife. It was easier to predict his moves this time, having grown more and more familiar with his fighting style with each iteration. Somehow, you managed to rid him of the knife, purely fighting hand to hand.

"Y/N, status?" Sam once again asked, his task complete.

"A little busy at the moment," you yelled, crouching at just the right moment to avoid a metal fist to the face. Your attempt to turn out of his grip was blocked, trapping you between him and a wall.

"Bucky, you don't have to do this," you nearly begged trying to figure out a way to just stay alive. There was no recognition in his eyes as he choked the life out of you, ignoring your desperate pleas for your life.

"Bucky, right?"

Your throat screamed at you as you coughed out the words, earning the slightest look of confusion from him before he once again aimed his gun.

It may have been your own exhaustion, but it almost felt as though he was fighting with more determination than before. It sort of seemed like he was feeling the deja vu you've grown so familiar with.

"Y/N, status?" Sam's voice in your ear drew you back to the present.

"A little busy at the moment," you yelled, crouching and spinning the opposite way from your previous fight. The escape worked, allowing you a few seconds reprieve. It was enough time for Sam to join you in the fight.

Unfortunately, the Winter Soldier seemed prepared for his arrival, using a seemingly specialized tool to rid Sam of his wings. It wasn't long before he had the two of you thrown across the air strip, giving him enough time to get away.

"Fuck," you winced. "He's coming for you Steve." You barely made it through the sentence before you were collapsing on the ground.

"On your left," Steve's voice garnered your attention. Looking to your left, you noticed Steve in a hospital bed next to you, Sam sitting in a chair between you.

"Look at that, you're both up." Sam smirked, although you could see the joy behind the expression.

"What happened to you?" Steve asked, his voice showing the concern his face was too beat up to express.

"Oh, you know. Got into it with a guy with a metal arm. Hard fight to win," you joked. You were still recovering from the trauma of dying three times in a row like that. Even with the Battle of New York you managed to spread them out more. "We gonna find him?"

Steve wasted no time in admitting the truth you and Sam were already expecting. "We're going to try."

And try you did, until you found him. It took months and months of research, tracking down leads that got you nowhere, and many late nights. There were even a few times you were certain he had been in the location, and you missed him by days, maybe even hours.

Still, after nearly a year and a half of searching, you found him. There are very few moments in your life that can compare to the joy on Steve Roger's face as you finally found his best friend.

Of course, Bucky fought you on it. It was nothing like the last time you fought, leaning more verbal than physical. Bucky didn't know how long he'd be free. All they need to do was say the words and he'd be forced back into that life. Running seemed easier.

"I might be able to help with that," you piped in. It was the first thing you said during the whole conversation, surprising the men. Bucky looked at you like he'd seen a ghost, but you brushed it off.

You went on to explain how during your research into the Winter Soldier, you got into contact with some new people. The same people who helped you track Bucky down, actually. "I may have anticipated this exact problem, and I know someone who could help you."

Eventually, you convinced them all to go with you to Wakanda. The world still thought of Wakanda as a third world country, but you knew better. Their resources and technology are unmatched. During the flight, you explained as much as you could about the country.

When you landed, T'Challa and Shuri were more than welcoming. Shuri even seemed excited about the idea of helping Bucky, glad to show off her skills to someone new. She had already started on an algorithm to remove the trigger words from his mind and restore his memory, but there would be some trial and error along the way.

"You sure, Buck?" Steve asked, knowing Bucky needed this, but still desperate to just have his friend back.

"I can't trust my own mind," Bucky lamented, confirming his decision.

"We'll be here for you when you're ready," Steve promised, hugging him before letting him go. Bucky merely nodded at you, still unsure about the lingering feeling he had that he knew you.

Several months later, you watched as Steve took a phone call, the look of joy on his rivaling the only other time you'd seen anyone so happy. You knew what it was about instantly. You were ready to fly back to Wakanda before he even hung up the call.

You thought it would be easy enough to befriend Bucky now that he would be joining the team, but things couldn't be further from the truth.

"Steve, please!" you begged, desperate for anything. "Just send me somewhere, I can't keep doing this."

"Y/N, you can't avoid your problems and hope they solve themselves," he reprimanded. Steve was just as hopeful as you were about you befriending Bucky.

"I'm not avoiding my problem!" you glared, muttering under your breath. "My problem is avoiding me."

Ever since Bucky joined the team, he has said all of two words to you. You'd only ever been on one mission with the man. Despite your many attempts to even just say hi, the two of you could barely be considered colleagues, let alone friends.

Just before Steve could respond, both of your phones chimed. Steve rolled his eyes at your excitement, but you both started off toward the quinjet after reading about the emergency mission. Upon arrival, you realized Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Bucky had also been called for the mission.

It's been a while since any single mission required this much man power, so your nerves were instantly on edge. Not to mention, the way Bucky steadfastly avoided any and all interactions with you certainly didn't help.

"What have we got?" Steve asked, turning to Fury.

"A nest of Brood have been discovered in Texas. Intel says they will continue to consume any and all resources they can find unless they're stopped." Fury glared as he spoke, nearly seeming uninterested.

"How do we stop them?" Steve questioned, eyes scanning the file folder for information.

"Find the queen," you answered, already having read through the file. "They're like bees, can't survive without a queen. Only, it's instantaneous." Fury's grim nod was enough confirmation for everyone to get moving. You all boarded the jet, going over the files to learn as much as possible about the newly discovered alien species.

"They enjoy the suffering they cause?" Clint questioned, his grimace quickly being mirrored by the rest of the team.

"This is so highly disturbing," you muttered, more so to yourself than anyone in particular. "Giant fucking bees, dead set on killing you." Still, everyone hummed in agreement.

Before long, Steve was laying out his plan. Sam and Clint will take the high ground, warning of any surprises. He and Wanda are going to cause a diversion while you and Bucky search for the queen, using a specially designed weapon to kill it. Taking out the queen will send the rest of the Brood into chaos, effectively shutting down the entire nest.

You glared at Steve when he paired you with Bucky, but it wasn't hard to understand his decision. Maybe working with Bucky will help the two of you get past whatever it is that's causing the awkwardness. Plus, with his stealth skills and your, albeit unknown, ability to not die, it made the most sense for the two of you to tackle that part of the mission.

"Status?" Steve asked through the comms, wanting everyone to check in now that the team had split up. Thermal satellite images showed the building that contained the most Brood, signalling where the center of your attack would take place

"The nest seems confined to this block for now," Sam checked in first having completed his initial aerial surveillance. "Clint's in position to the northwest."

"Copy," Steve muttered in between hits to the stragglers he and Wanda had come across.

"I think we found the eggs, but they don't look normal" you muttered. Even through the comms it was easy to hear the disgust in your voice. You and Bucky had made it a few floors up in the building. "There must be thousands in here."

"We seem to be collecting a crowd out here," Wanda chimed in. You could hear the faint sounds of her attacking the aliens as they came up to her.

"The queen must be near the eggs, keep us updated," Steve instructed, effectively cutting off the conversation for now.

You and Bucky traversed through the eggs, doing your best to avoid crushing any. You'd already made that mistake, and the smell was foul. As you scanned the room for any sign of where to find the queen, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. Eventually, the thoughts were too loud to keep inside.

"Why do you always avoid me?" you asked bluntly, eyes widening when you realized you said it out loud. Thankfully, you didn't have to look at his reaction, pretending to be too focused on searching the eggs.

"I don't avoid you," Bucky muttered unconvincingly. Despite your best interest, you turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. He rolled his eyes, about to say something else when you noticed a door on the other side of the room. You could just barely make out movement through the small glass windowpane.

"There," you pointed. "There's... something in there." You and Bucky were instantly focused back on the mission, approaching the door in an eerie silence.

He looked in first, signalling for you to do the same. The room was filled with even more eggs, but you could spot a few full fledged aliens as well. It seemed they were all focused on something in the corner to the left of the door, just out of your view.

You moved to either side of the door, trying to come up with a plan. If you couldn't confirm the queen was in the room, it would blow the surprise you currently had. Steve and Wanda's distraction would only hold if you found the queen on your first shot.

It seemed you were at an impasse, needing to know what was in the room, but not able to check.

"I'll go in," you told him confidently, hoping he wouldn't question you. "You stay here." Apparently, you caught him off guard because you were two steps into the room before he started protesting.

The room was much larger than you anticipated, but the queen was definitely inside. She seemed to be fertilizing the eggs, whatever the Brood equivalent of male drone bees was helping her. Only, the fertilization process was nothing like that of bees. The eggs weren't eggs at all, but embryos.

Each embryo needed a host, some other living creature. All of the ones you’d passed in the hall were rotting because they didn’t have a host. There was a variety of animals throughout the room, all seemingly under control of the embryos that were infecting them. They all seemed to be in different stages of the reproduction process, morphing into Brood but still half resembling the creatures they were before. It was easily the most horrifying thing you'd ever seen.

You were quick to draw the attention of the Brood, but that's what you were expecting. You pushed Bucky back into the hall as they surrounded you, leaving him with no choice but to start beating down the door.

You fought them as they approached, but it was too many for you to handle. They were quick to overtake you, except they didn't kill you outright. No, they wanted to use you as a host for the parasitic reproduction process.

You screamed as they latched onto your limbs, holding you still for the queen to implant an embryo in your neck. You did everything in your power to escape their hold, thrashing and kicking more and more as you felt an agonizing pain in your neck. They simply fed on your fear, genuinely enjoying the activity just as the file said.

Just as the embryo was implanted, Bucky burst through the door. You were screaming, an absolute agony spreading through your body as you felt the foreign parasite start infecting you. It leached through your blood, only causing more and more pain as it spread. You could feel your control slipping away, but if this plan was going to work you needed to die.

You made eye contact with Bucky as the Brood switched focus. The distraction was all you needed to pull your gun and shoot yourself in the head, Bucky's panicked expression the last thing you saw.

"I don't avoid you." You once again heard Bucky mutter the words, but you could barely focus on him. You paid no attention to the confusion lingering in his voice this time around. You paid no attention to the way he looked at the door behind him and then back at you. You paid him no attention at all.

You could still feel the poison flowing through your veins, an unbearable fire burning through you as you tried to come down from your latest death. The pounding headache from the bullet felt like a paper cut compared to the lingering pain from the Brood.

"Y/N?" Bucky approached you slowly, concern etched in every feature on his face. His lips turned down in a frown, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes showcasing emotion so deep you could dive into them and never reach the bottom.

You desperately looked around the room, trying to find something to remind you that you were indeed alive. Your hands desperately scratched at your neck, feeling for any sign of the embryo being implanted. Your skittish movements slowed when you couldn't find the slightest of bumps, but your breathing was still labored.

Bucky made it to you, reaching out a hand to ground you in reality. Once your breathing slowed a bit, he gently helped you to your feet. With one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, and the other holding your own to his chest, he helped you follow his own breathing pattern. In and out, in and out.

You couldn't say how long you stood together like that, but soon enough Steve was in your ear asking for another update.

"We found the queen," you supplied, voice strained ever so slightly. You expected Bucky to look confused, but he merely nodded in response.

"Starting phase two now," Bucky added when he realized you were done talking.

Once again, Steve asked for you to keep him posted, but you barely understood the words in your ear. Why was Bucky acting like he knew where the queen was? He shouldn't remember that...

"We'll go through this wall," he gestured further down the room. "I'll aim the sensor, when it locks you can shoot, okay?"

You barely managed a nod. Not wanting to screw up the mission, you followed Bucky's lead. It was easier to ignore the confusion anyway- to just pretend like his behavior made sense even if it seemed impossible. Because you knew the exact location of the queen, you could pinpoint which Brood to hit. Bucky aimed the target, counting you down to when it would lock.

"3... 2... 1, shoot!" Bucky yelled over the noise of the machine, startling you back into action. You pressed the button, a fairly simple task, and watched as the miniscule weapon fired through the wall and into the queen.

The sensor allowed you and Bucky to watch as the queen convulsed. The body spasmed as the weapon took effect, destroying the queen from the inside. Eventually, the movements stopped and everything was eerily quiet for a moment. You waited with bated breath, expecting something else to go wrong.

"I take it you got the queen?" Steve questioned, continuing when there was no immediate response. "Every Brood out here just collapsed."

"Yeah, we got the queen..." you muttered, still reeling from everything that just happened.

"We'll meet you back at the jet," Bucky once again picked up where you left off. Neither of you said anything as he lead you outside of the building and back toward the jet. You both boarded in silence, barely even glancing at everyone else as you sat down. Bucky sat on the opposite side of the jet, his eyes flickering over to you every few seconds.

"That was the nastiest thing I've ever seen," Sam groaned, shivering as if it would clear his mind of the memories of the Brood.

Wanda nodded, getting read to reply when she froze, eyes focusing on you. Sam followed her line of sight, quickly understanding what had her so concerned.

"You okay, Y/N? You look pretty freaked out," Sam asked, concerned over your blank stare.

"I-I, um..." you stuttered, twitching slightly. You were still recovering from the feeling of the queen implanting an embryo under your skin. "I'm fine."

Of course, nobody believed you. They could see the fear in your eyes, the pain lingering under the surface. Your stuttering only increased their concern. Even in the most dire of situations, you've never been anything but confident. It comes with the territory of knowing you won't die.

"I killed you," Bucky whispered, the words bursting out of him as realization dawned. His mouth hung open slightly, jaw slack with surprise. Steve had just come to sit with the group after setting the coordinates for autopilot, hearing Bucky but not understanding.

"What?" Steve looked at Bucky, confusion lacing his features. It seems Clint, Wanda, and Sam were too focused on you to hear Bucky's mumbled whisper, but Steve caught it. Bucky merely stared at you, his heart breaking as he came to actually understand the gravity of what he just saw.

Steve looked between you and Bucky, trying to figure out what happened. You both seemed frozen, a million emotions playing across your faces.

"I killed you," Bucky repeated, louder now that he understood what he was saying. Your eyes met his, and you could feel your heart breaking from the pain in his eyes. Immediately, you started shaking your head.

"No, Bucky. No. It wasn't you." Bucky jolted, surprised by the conviction in your voice when you could barely whisper a few minutes ago. The rest of the team looked between you, confused and distraught.

"I thought they were nightmares... I thought it was my own mind punishing me for wanting something good. But it really happened... I really killed you." Bucky's voice broke, emotion overflowing with each word. Tears pooled in his eyes, his jaw still slack with surprise. He was so focused on you, on the pain he must have caused you.

"Bucky, no. I'm fine!" You struggled to remove your seatbelt, hands shaking. You barely had the capacity to comprehend what his words meant, your heart only aching more with the thoughts. When you finally got free, you quickly moved to kneel in front of him. You held his face in your hands, your own tears pooling as you tried to explain. "You didn't hurt me."

"I did," he whispered, voice utterly broken. The rest of the team had retreated, still trying to follow the conversation, but too clueless to make any sense of it. "You can feel the pain. I don't know how, but you can feel the pain after you come back. I just saw it."

You desperately tried to wipe the few tears as they fell, shaking your head in disagreement. Your own tears blurred your vision, but you refused to let go of him.

"You felt everything I did to you,” he choked out. After months of convincing himself to work up the courage to even talk to you, Bucky was ready. After this mission, he was going to change things. He was going to be "stronger than the nightmares" in Steve's words. But now? Every time he looks at you, he hears you begging for your life while he chokes the last breath from your lungs.

"Bucky, I-” You were at a loss for words. Nobody else had ever figured out your power before. Even after you explained it to them, nobody else remembered. It wasn’t a conversation you ever saw yourself having. You had no idea how to help him. Eventually, you just started talking, desperately saying anything that could soothe him.

“This time was different. It's not normally so... traumatic. I'm not normally so afraid. The Brood- when I went in there, I thought they would kill me. I thought it was the only way, and then we would know where the queen was. I didn't think they'd... do that. That's why it hurt so bad this time. Whatever they did made it hurt. I swear, it fades away really quickly." You were gearing up to keep explaining when Bucky's voice drew you out of your own head.

"How many times?" he asked, his grief turning to worry.

"What?" you countered, not following his train of thought.

"How many times have you died?" His question hung in the air, everyone on the jet seemingly holding their breath.

"Bucky, I don't-" you shook your head, not seeing how that information could help.

"Please?" he pleaded, voice breaking. "How many times?"

"23," you whispered. Your hands fell from his face as you thought about each time you've died. You retreated into yourself, still kneeling on the floor. "The first time was when I was 16."

You had closed your eyes when you answered him, the feeling of sharing the one thing you'd never told anyone too overwhelming. You were surprised when Bucky reached out to help you up, not even realizing he had moved from his seat.

He looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, before pulling you into a hug. He held you to him tightly, one hand across your back and the other buried in your hair. You clung to him just as tightly, drawing comfort but trying to provide it as well.

"It's not your fault," you whispered in an attempt to convince him. "You have to know it wasn't you." You felt him nod against you. You wanted to hear him say it, but a nod would suffice for now.

Suddenly, the jet was touching down at the compound. The slight jolt was enough for you and Bucky to separate. The rest of the team was still staring at you, nobody making a move to exit. You jumped when the hatch opened, Nat and Tony popping in with concerned expressions.

Nat looked between you and Bucky, one eyebrow lifted at your close proximity. Tony didn't seem to notice. He was too busy wondering why nobody had gotten off the jet yet.

"I heard the mission was successful. Why the long faces?" he joked, unaware of the tension. It didn't take him long to catch on.

It was as if his words shocked Bucky into motion. In the blink of an eye, he was out of the jet and in the elevator. You stared after him, mouth agape and eyes watering once again.

"Y/N?" Tony asked, concerned over your wellbeing. Suddenly, everyone was looking at you again. "What happened?"

You sputtered out a few syllables in response, unable to form anything coherent. Your mind was moving too fast for you to understand anything you were feeling. Random thoughts were running through your brain, eventually providing one that could answer Tony's question.

"I shot myself in the head."

Once again, the jet was silent. Nobody knew how to respond to a statement like that. Tony was especially confused, having missed the previous conversation.

"You what?" he balked, frantically looking you over for any wounds. "But... you're fine?"

"We needed to find the queen..." you whispered. Your fingers brushed over your neck as your entire body began shivering with the memories of the Brood. "The embryo..."

"Hey, why don't we go inside?" Steve asked, leading you off the jet without waiting for an answer. He finally overcame the confusion and shock of the previous conversation, recognizing the panic in your eyes.

"Bucky..." you mumbled, still reliving the story. "Bucky saved me."

He lead you to the med bay, facing no resistance from you. Everyone else followed behind, Sam, Clint, and Wanda filling in Nat and Tony. You didn't hear any of their conversation. The only thing you could hear was Bucky's voice when he realized it was all real. By the time you reached Bruce and Helen, you were catatonic.

"What happened?" Bruce asked, his concern revolving around the potential for an unknown alien illness. Once again, Sam, Clint, and Wanda explained the conversation from the jet. Bruce's worry shifted, his concern now revolving around the trauma and pain you've endured alone.

Eventually, your lack of physical injury lead to the team of doctors deciding to give you a sedative. You needed rest before anything else could be done. You didn't protest as you they laid you down in a hospital bed and started an IV.

Bucky was panicking. He couldn't get the look on your face as you died over and over again out of his head. He didn't detour as he left the jet, heading straight for the gym. Maybe it wasn't the best coping mechanism, but punching things is something he's good at. Every time he heard your screams, he pushed himself harder.

That is where Steve found him a couple hours later. He made it through four punching bags in that time, hanging a new one when Steve stopped him.

"You gonna spend the rest of your life in here?" Steve asked, trying to lighten the mood. Bucky glared at him, but set the punching bag aside nonetheless. Steve decided on the age old approach for helping Bucky. "Buck, it wasn't you."

"Easy for you to say. You don't have the image of her dying ingrained in your memory." Bucky replied, fingers twitching, itching for something to hit.

"How do you remember?" he asked, trying to circumvent the topic until Bucky was more willing to talk about it.

"Whatever Shuri did to fix my memory, it made it better. I remember everything. All four times." He could barely get the words out. "I- I thought it was a nightmare. I mean, it felt so real, but it didn't make any sense. How could I have killed her if she was standing right in front of me?" he scoffed. "Now I know."

"You wanna know what I said to her the day we met?" Steve questioned, trying to say anything that would get Bucky to stop blaming himself. Bucky merely raised an eyebrow in his direction. "It was the Battle of New York. She came to help, despite no real training. Said we weren't in the position of turning away volunteers. I told her not to die," he scoffed at himself. "Can't help but think she didn't listen. If I had known, I never would have let her-"

"You didn't know. It's not your fault she's just as self-sacrificing as you. She wouldn't want you to blame yourself," Bucky cut in, his fervent need to protect Steve kicking in. The lingering silence let him realize what his own words implied about himself when Steve grinned. "Punk."

"Jerk." Steve's grinned widened. "Don't let this set you back. You've been living with the nightmares for long enough. I know the reality of it all is hard to come to terms with, but you can't let it take over your life. Be grateful."

"For what?" Bucky balked, completely thrown off by Steve's new approach. He sounded more like Sam than himself.

"That she came back," he shrugged. Bucky stared into the distance, thinking over what Steve said. The conversation was not anything like he thought it would be.

"You been talking to Sam?" he finally asked, a small grin on his lips.

"Maybe," Steve smirked.

"He's pretty smart for a birdbrain," Bucky relented. "Where is she?"

Steve walked with Bucky back to the med bay, still trying to talk to him about everything on the way. He wasn't delusional enough to think one conversation would fix everything, but he was hopeful it was enough for Bucky to talk to you. Even just in the brief conversation on the jet, Steve could see the way you helped each other.

“Are you sure she’ll want to see me?” you heard Bucky's voice ask, your eyelids feeling heavy as you tried to look around.

"I'm sure." Steve replied. “The only coherent thing she said was your name and how you saved her.” The memories of your mission and the conversations that followed came hurtling back.

"I didn't save her,” Bucky protested. “I-”

"Yes, you did,” you spoke up, finding your voice after finally being able to open your eyes. You slowly sat up, taking a sip from the cup of water on the table next to you. Bucky stopped talking, merely staring at you. “You saved me when you broke down the door and distracted the aliens, but you also saved me after…”

Steve quietly slipped from the room as you and Bucky stared at each other, a million emotions floating between you. Bucky moved to stand by your bed, stopping just out of reach.

“Y/N , I didn’t-” he shook his head, still denying your claims

“Yes. You did. Bucky,” you took a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves as you thought about what happened. "I was losing control When you broke through the door… any later and I would've been gone... Still alive, but not really there. You saved me.”

"You shot yourself in the head,” he whispered. He was still reliving his own memories, watching you die, but also reliving the times he killed you.

"I had to," you whispered. “I had to die so we could start over, back in the hallway, away from them. When I came back, I panicked. I could... I could still feel it. Whatever they tried to do to me, I could still feel it. The poison burning through my veins.” you shivered. “The only reason I made it out of there is you.”

Silence settled over the room, Bucky seemingly at a loss for words following your speech. You stared at each other, both trying to find anything to say to break the silence. After a few minutes, Bucky dropped your gaze.

He ran a hand through his hair, a deep, fortifying breath rattling through his lungs. "But, I killed you.”

'"No, you didn't." Before even finishing the short sentence, you could tell he was gearing up to argue with you. “Am I still alive?" you glared.

"Technically, but-"

"Yes or no. Am I alive?” you asked again, cutting off whatever argument he was going to start. He hesitated, trying to find a way to get his point across. You merely raised an eyebrow while you waited.

"Yes,” he relented with another deep sigh.

"Then you didn't kill me. Death is final, not temporary.” You knew what his next argument would be before he opened his mouth. "Sure, maybe it hurt, but it's nothing worse than what happened to Nat or Sam or Steve. And, besides it wasn't you. You're not the Winter Soldier. Nothing you did under that persona was your choice. It's not who you are. I know you, James Bucky Barnes. You would never hurt me.”

"How do you know?” he whispered, feeling too many things to put any additional volume behind the words. "How can you be so sure?"

You reached for his hands, gently pulling him closer to you. You waited for him to meet your eye before answering. “Because you’re a good man, Bucky. It's that simple. I could give you a list of reasons a mile long, but it all boils down to you being a good man. You care about people. I mean, you didn't even hesitate when it came to joining the Avengers. You could've been done with this world. You could’ve healed and moved on, but the thought didn't even cross your mind."

You heaved a breath as you finished your speech. You were still looking into his eyes, growing more embarrassed by the minute as he stared back with his mouth agape.

"Um. Yeah, that's why I'm sure. You're a good man and you care about people. Even if you put off a grumpy facade," you mumbled, trying to break the silence. You dipped your eyes, getting ready to pull your hands away when he suddenly squeezed them. You're head snapped up, relief flooding you when you saw his smile.

"'You're incredible, doll,' he whispered, one hand moving to up to hold your cheek. "I'm not good with words, but even I could spend hours listing all the things there is to love about you. You are stronger than anyone I've ever met, going through this completely on your own. You have done so much to help all of us, and we didn't even have a clue as to what was actually happening.”

It was as if there was a magnet pulling you toward each other. You were so captivated by each other, the sounds of the rest of the team piling into the med bay couldn't stop you. Bucky pulled you into a mind blowing kiss, holding you close even after you needed to break apart for air.

"Friday said she was awake!" Tony practically yelled as he pushed through the door. Before he could even see you, he was asking questions. "You've died 23 times? And you never told any of us?” He finally turned the corner, the rest of the team hot on his heels. “Why didn’t - oh.”

Tony froze when he saw you and Bucky holding each other close. Your foreheads were pressed together, cheesy smiles spread across both your faces. The rest of the team froze behind him, everyone wearing matching smirks.

"Let's go Tony. You can quiz Y/N over dinner.” Steve sighed when the billionaire didn't move. "Let's go,” he said again, this time louder. Eventually, he decided to just drag Tony from the room, knowing his barrage of questions would start as soon as the surprise faded.

You giggled when you were once again alone in the room with Bucky, sporadically pressing feather light kisses to his lips. He reciprocated your actions, smiling wider than you've ever seen.

"You're going to be interrogated at dinner, doll.” Bucky smirked.

"Not if we go out to eat," you grinned back.

“Are you asking me out?” he asked, smiling somehow widening.

"Well, good men deserve to be asked out," you replied cheekily.

He looked at you lovingly, a blush spreading across his face. “If you say so.”

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Notes: The trigger warning and warnings at the beginning are because technically the reader shoots herself, but she can't die so it's just to escape the situation not to actually die. I didn't want to not include the warnings, because I know it can be difficult to read about even in this scenario.

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Chemistry Part 1

FlirtyFuckboy!Gojo x VirginLabPartner!Reader

I have the fattest crush on this idiot. This is mostly me fantasizing about interacting with him in college. I'm obsessed.

Probably going to keep this going. Maybe get Suguru involved later.

18+ Content: sexual scenarios and strong language, sexual harassment?, exhibitionism, teasing, dirty talk, dubcon, fingering

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(swoon - beach weather)

"Gojo, please. We have to focus." you plead with him, exhausted, as he plays around on his phone. The stick of his lollipop rolls around to the other side of his mouth. He shoots you a sideways glance over those trendy shades and smirks.

"Do you have a mouse in your pocket?" his eyes track down the scrolling screen in his hands.

"What?" you furrow your brow in confusion. You don't have the energy for his games right now. What is he on about?

"You said WE need to focus," he leans the chair back onto two legs, kicking his feet up on the table, "who is we? You and the mouse?" his nose wrinkles as he snickers to himself. His snarky grin is giving you a headache.

You huff and fix your glasses back on your nose.

This is absolutely pointless.

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When your chemistry professor pulled you aside after class, you expected to chat about your senior thesis. Instead, he all but got down on his knees and begged you to work with Gojo on the midterm lab.

"I have no one else for him." You groaned and turned away.

"That's not my headache." You stuffed books into your bag, ready to leave this conversation.

"Listen, I know he's a bit troublesome but if you just-"

"Troublesome? A bit troublesome? Really, professor?" he sighed at the look you gave him.

"Y/N, can you please just do me this favor? You owe me for pushing that late submission through last trimester." he's still holding that over your head?

"Oh come on! That's nowhere close to a fair trade." You have too much going on right now to have Satoru Gojo dropped onto your plate.

He crossed his arms, "I've already paired everyone up."

You scowled at him and threw your bag over your shoulder.

"He's yours."

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You look at your watch. 8:30pm. Jesus.

"That's it." You drop your pen into the spine of your textbook. He raises his eyebrows as you push back your chair and stand up.

"Wai-wait, where are you going?" He watches you let your hair fall out of the bun on top of your head and you walk out of the library study room without another word.

You run your fingers through your hair and sigh, releasing your frustration. You have a long list of problems in your life and he will not be making that list tonight.

"Not so fast tiger" he strides up beside you out of nowhere. You roll your eyes and keep walking.

"Where we goin'?"

"I need coffee."

"Oh, when did this become a date?" he straightens the collar of his button-down and puffs out his chest.

'Insufferable' you keep your mouth shut. You refuse to react, turning the corner towards the library cafe.

"Slow down babe" he pops the sucker out of his mouth and takes a couple big steps with those freakishly long legs to catch up to you.

"Not your babe." Your face feels hot.

"You could be.." he leans forward and flashes you a flirty grin as you walk side by side up to the counter.

"Ugh" you scoff and shoo him away, stepping up to order. He clears his throat and nudges in front of you.

"Yes! Good evening, I'll have a large hot chocolate with extra whip," he gestures to you, "and for the pretty lady?" you glare at him.

"...macchiatto, double shot, please." You turn and spit fire at him, "this is not a date, jackass."

He smugly whips his card from his wallet, "And yet, I'm paying for your coffee.." The wink he throws at you is lethal.

There's no way he isn't pleased by the blush in your cheeks. You try to convince yourself that it's the rage...

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You just cannot stand him. Always disrupting class with stupid jokes. Erupting into obnoxious laughter out of nowhere in the back with his buddies. His whole devil-may-care attitude might pull other girls, but there's no way you have any feelings for this idiot other than irritation.

You've seen him in action all over campus. Tickling some little freshman under the chin outside the dining hall, making her giggle and flip her hair. Another poor clueless girl falling headfirst into his trap. You roll your eyes and go about your business. You don’t need any of that from him. You have purposely kept your distance for the last 3 years, doing your best to stay off his radar.

That didn't stop him from trying to peek under your skirt last week in lab. You were leaning over the table, reaching up for a beaker. You didn't notice him tilting back in his chair to lift the fabric with his finger until Suguru snorted out a squashed laugh. You whipped around and swatted at his hand. He shook his fingers and sucked his teeth,

"Ouch..I was just lookin’ honey..wasn't gonna touch.." that nasty little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"GOJO. GETO. Knock it off!" Your professor barked from his desk, hearing the laughter.

"Sorry teach! She just looks so cute in this skirt today." He called out with absolutely no shame, eyes trained on your flustered face,

"GOJO! That's enough."

“really fuckin’ cute..” he added under his breath, rolling his lollipop on his tongue.

You'd never been so embarrassed. You flipped back around and snatched the beaker, holding the back of your skirt down, before rushing to the other side of the lab bench. Your cheeks burned through the rest of class. You will not be wearing that skirt to lab again.

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He stares after you. Your hair sways back and forth as you strut down the hall away from him. It brushes just shy of your belt loop. He bites down on his lollipop watching the way your hips swing.

You’re so fucking hot when you're mad...

He hums a groan under his breath and jogs to catch up.

"Okay stop.." He grabs your icy shoulder to try and slow your roll. You sip your coffee and shrug his hand off, you don’t even look at him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I know I tease you too much.” You’re not buying it. Gojo is many things, but sincere isn’t one of them.

“Hey! I was just messing with you, you don’t have to be so-“ he trips a few steps past you when you stop dead, leaving him to spin back around.

“SO WHAT? So serious? So mean? Do you think I’m a bitch? How would you like me to act Gojo? HUH? What would please you? I’m not a little freshman play toy. I’ve had ENOUGH of your bullshit! We need to get back and get this fucking midterm done because I will NOT let you drag my grade down! Is that clear?!”

Your shoulders heave and your hands feel shaky from the cathartic release. That felt good. You’ve never raised your voice at someone like that. You tend to avoid confrontation, but he just brings the fire out of you. You glare at the open-mouthed dumbstruck look on his face.

Silence fills the hallway. He’s stunned. You’ve never seen him so still, or quiet. He finally shuts his mouth and you see his eyes flick to your left.

He moves toward you with a stern look on his face. Your stomach flips.

Is he mad? He’s never mad.

“Come with me.” He takes your arm.

“No, why?” You yank away and furrow your brows. He takes his hand off you and raises both in surrender. He lets out a heavy sigh, walks over, and opens the door to your left.

“Just come on.”

You stay put and examine him, weary of his change in demeanor. It’s not anger. Almost smells like defeat. You relent and pass through the doorway.

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(drew barrymore - bryce vine)

You look around to find yourself in an unfamiliar, dimly lit area of the stacks. The school library is a labyrinth and you’ve never been in through this door before. The nearest light sits on a desk by the windows about 6 or 7 rows down.

You turn to see him placing his coffee cup in a gap on the shelf. You swallow hard, suddenly nervous and regretting the way you shouted at him. He doesn’t seem like himself. He steps forward and you step back, maintaining distance. You try to step back again but the shelves block you. You clutch your coffee as he gets closer than you’d like him to be.

“I’ve never heard you swear before.” His remark surprises you. He takes the cup from your hands and sets it on a shelf. His voice is hushed and you're not sure you like the way he's looking at you.

“Well you were pissing me off..” he’s in your personal space and you’re suddenly conscious of your breathing.

“Mm, that’s fair. Just didn’t know you used those kinds of words.” He gently teases you again and your face grows hot. You roll your eyes at him for the millionth time, trying to shake off this weird tension between you.

“Gojo, what are we doing in here?”

“You were making a scene.”

“I wasn’t, you just wouldn’t-“

“Have you ever been fucked?”

Your heart dives into your stomach.

His eyes flick down to your lips.

“I bet you haven’t.”

Is he messing with you again? This is outrageous.

“That’s none of your business.”

He clicks his tongue and drops his chin, leaning forward just a little more.

“Nah, I can tell. No one’s ever touched you.”

You hold your breath as his fingers ghost over the goosebumps on your arm. Sparks fly off your skin and your heart races around in your chest. His words tie a dirty little knot into your guts.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

You huff at his audacity. Now he’s just being rude. He hums back and lightly bumps his hips into yours. You bump back into the stacks.

“Mhm, I bet you do it all the time. Does it make you feel good?”

Your eyes dart away to escape the intensity of his eye contact. He really has no shame. You see his grin widen out of the corner of your eye.

"D'you make yourself cum?"

Heat surges up into your face and down between your legs in the same instant. You try to hide it but you're completely flustered. He can see it all over your face. His cock throbs against his zipper, picturing you touching your own body.

His hand comes up by your head and he leans against the shelves, caging you in.

“Wonder what kind of pretty sounds you can make.” He just keeps going, you shift your weight, and flinch when his hand lands on your waist.

“What d'you think about with your fingers in your cunt?” Your eyes jump back to him at the vulgar words. He squeezes your waist and the little knot twists again. You pull a quick breath when he leans in next to your ear.

“D'you think about me?” He whispers too close, it triggers a wash of chills over your skin. Your walls tighten inside you. His hand starts sliding up the curve of your waist and slips under your shirt. Your exhale catches his ear as he cups your bra.

“Is that a yes?” He squeezes and his other hand moves to skate around your shoulder and under your hair. He blindly unclasps your bra through your shirt like he’s done it a thousand times. His fingers then quickly find their way to your nipples and start to play.

You bite hard into your lip to stifle your moan but he hears it in your throat. He smirks. This is your first time and it fucking shows.

“Your imagination ain’t enough, is it?”

His impish sneer wrinkles his nose and he bites down on the stick of his sucker before pulling it out of his mouth. Your mouth falls open with a sigh when he pinches a little harder and he drops it on your tongue. It’s cherry-flavored and you don’t think twice as you fold your lips around it.

Gojo likes what he sees.

“Pretty girl, I can think of so many things to do with that mouth.”

His knee nudges between your thighs and pushes up against your heat. You hum and your tongue curls around the lollipop. His hands leave your breasts to squeeze your hips and rock you on his thigh. You crunch down on the candy and grasp at his shirt at the sudden friction. Your breath comes out hot and you look up at him with big puppy eyes.

“You like that, hm?”

You nod automatically. Waves of pleasure radiate from your clit, and tug on the knot in your core. You drop your weight down onto him against your will.

What has gotten into you?

"D'you want me to play with you? Want me to show you how good this can feel?"

"Hng..ah.." he pushes into you, pressing you against the stacks. You paw at his shoulders to steady yourself as he adds even more pressure between your legs.

"There we go.." he sweeps your hair off your neck and his lips hit your skin. Electricity hums through your nerves.

"Ohh.." a hushed little moan rolls off your tongue. His hands slide back up under your shirt and continue groping your breasts.

"Such a frustrated little virgin.."

"Mmmh.." that moan came out a little louder, your whole body feels like it's resonating. He drags his tongue up your neck.

"I can fix that.."

It's just too much. Your head thumps back into the books.

"Oh my god.."

You've never felt anything this hot. It's similar to the times you've laid in bed exploring your own body, but this just feels so much better. You don't even care that it's him.

Maybe it's better because it is.

Gojo can’t believe the sounds you’re making for him. He’s finally caught his mouse and you aren’t even putting up a fight.

Little do you know, he's been simping over you since freshman year.

There’s something about you. The sweet innocence is there, but you also have this sharp little attitude that he just can't resist. The combination has always intrigued him.

And you don’t even realize what you do to him. You don't know how much you turn him on. He can't stand it when you walk into class wearing those overall shorts that hug your ass just right. That headband you wear is ridiculously sexy. And you’re so damn smart.

He daydreams in class about fucking you on every surface in the lab.

You’ve deflected every one of his advances, yet you always storm off with a flush in your cheeks. You’re the one thing he’s not allowed to touch. The toy on the shelf that he hasn’t been able to reach.

Until now.

"Don't play coy with me anymore," he whispers in your ear.

"Be honest. You liked it when I lifted your skirt last week, didn't you?"

You hum as he squeezes your ass.

"I saw those lacey little panties, y'know.."

He moves his thigh out from between your legs and you're embarrassed by the needy feeling that hits you. He looks at your desperate blushy face and grins.

"Are you wearing them right now?"

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You blink and he's already unzipped your fly. Your heart punches at your ribs when you feel his hand slide down inside. His fingers start rubbing into your slit through your panties and your entire body shudders. Your hands fly onto his forearm when he bumps into your clit. He pauses there and eats up the fervent arousal painted on your cute face.

“You can tell me to stop..” He knows you won’t. He keeps rubbing.

The sexual frustration is radiating off you like a heater.

He's so right. You’re dying to be touched like this.

Your mind is running in a hundred different directions, trying to decide what to do, but the way he's massaging your throbbing clit is melting your focus and dismantling your will.

He pushes in on your sensitive bud and you gasp, gripping his arm and shaking your head.

“Use your words, what d'you want me to do?” He rolls it around under his finger, pulsing pleasure through you like you've never felt before.

He bites the end of the stick hanging from your lips and takes it back. He rolls it to the corner of his smirk and waits for you to give in and answer him.

You know what you should do but the aching twist in your core won't let you.

“Mmph...don’t stop..”

“That's what I thought..”

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Part 2

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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HAUNTED

Pairing: D:BH!CONNOR x HUMAN!READER (gender neutral)

Words: 4.058

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! mention of suicide; odd behavior; cursing; hurt - comfort;

A/N: Another day - another request...

I really hope you like it! Thanks again for your idea.

Synopsis: You are a Detective of the DPD and had worked many cases with Hank. Until something went utterly wrong. Since then, you get haunted by your past until you see only one last way out. Luckily, Connor is there to help you.

"You know you don't have to do this.", you said serious.

Sara pulled the wire of the bug underneath her shirt before it got taped on her back, "Yes, but I want to. I have to. I owe it to my sister to do this. She shall find peace finally and like the Lieutenant said, me as her twin, I have the best chance to get this bastard. He doesn't know that she's dead. Therefore, I'm your best chance to get the information you need, Detective."

"Detective..."

"Detective."

"Detective, YLN!"

As if awakening from a deep trance like state, you focused back on reality as your name got called out. Haunted by your typical dark memories, you hadn't even noticed where you were. Slowly, you opened your eyes. The owner of the calm male voice stood on the outside of your car, next to the window of the driver seat, and looked concerned at you through the glass.

You blinked several times. The sun, which already fell through your windshield because it stood so high in the morning sky, made you blind for several moments and as you moved, you noticed your aching back and neck from sleeping in the car in an unhealthy position. Obviously, you had knocked yourself out with booze again.

"Detective YLN, my name's Connor. I'm your new partner. I'm the android sent by CyberLi- I got sent from Captain Fowler to meet you. Rather, he sent me to find you because you missed a meeting this morning. And now, he wants to see you.", Connor said and watched you. Even if he had already learned a lot about human behavior from Hank, there were still some mysteries to solve.

Like: why are you sleeping in a car in a position that harms eighty percent of your muscle tissue through soreness and lets your bones and joints burn like fire when you move?

Or: why are you drunk this early in the morning-

"Hey, tin can! Shut the fuck up!", you shouted.

Connor stared at you in shock as he realized that he had asked the questions out loud instead of just thinking about them. A habit he started with as Hank had left the DPD to retire finally, "I'm sorry, Detective. I haven't notice-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... what do you want, Carlos?", you asked, searching for your flask you couldn't find.

"My name's Connor, Detective. And as I said, Captain Fowl-"

"Oh, yeah... the meeting... right. Get in the car.", you ordered and even if Connor was sure that it wasn't a good idea for you to drive in the state you were, he also knew that any kind of discussion would lead to nowhere. He still knew that from his time with Hank.

Twenty minutes later, for a way that only took ten minutes usually, you, followed by Connor, entered the DPD which was crowded with androids, policemen and people who were complaining about some uninteresting nonsense. You made your way through all these people, trying to dodge as many colleagues as you could - but of course, one of them caught you. Like always.

"Hey, YN! This is the DPD and not some bar. You won't find any kind of booze around here."

"Just shut the fuck up, Reed! Or otherwise, I will tell everyone that you own some pair of bright pink panties- oh, upsi! My bad!", you called out, gleaming at him with a smirk. Everyone started to laugh.

Gavin stared at you with a hate-filled glance, he was fuming, "Fuck you!", he muttered.

"Oh, sweet. That's all you got, Reed?", you shot back with a grin.

But before Gavin could respond to anything, Captain Fowler stepped out of his office, "Detective YLN! In my office!"

"And? Who's laughing now?", Gavin said with a smirk and winked at you before he left the DPD to do some work.

Connor closed the door of the office behind him as you were inside. You walked over to the Captain's desk to sit down in one of the chairs but even without looking up you sensed the anger radiating from your boss. It was tangible in the air. Without asking, you took one of the fresh glasses on Fowler's desk to throw an aspirin into it. Then, you pulled out the flask you had found finally to fill the glass with a transparent liquid.

Fowler watched you, half shocked and half concerned, "What are you doing?"

"Taking an aspirin, Sir. I have a murderous headache."

"And what was in the flask if I may ask?"

"Vo- uhm... water. Just water, Sir.", you answered before you gulped down the bubbling mixture.

Fowler looked from you at Connor who also seemed to be concerned about the fact that you had mixed pharmaceuticals with alcohol before the Captain looked back at you, "Where have you been this morning? We had a meeting."

You put the empty glass back on the desk, "Oh, yeah... the meeting. I'm sorry, Sir. I was on observation and obviously, I lost track of time.", you explained, leaning back in the chair, waiting for the aspirin and ‘water’ to do its magic.

"Observation, huh? For what case? What's the file number?", Fowler asked, leaning back in his own seat, folding his hands in front of him while waiting for your answer.

"Oh, yeah... the file number. One moment, Sir-"

Fowler slammed his plane hand on the desk's surface that you were jumping in your seat, "Cut this shit, god dammit! You have no file number because you have no current case, Detective! Let me guess, Connor had found you sleeping in your car, right? How many nights had it been this time?"

You kept eye contact but you gave him no answer. You just gritted your teeth and pressed your jaws together.

Fowler sighed, "Listen, YN, you're a great Detective but since the things with Sara happened-"

"No!", you called out, jumping from your chair and stopping the Captain mid-sentence with your sudden outburst, "We won't talk about this!", you said serious before you turned around to let your glance roam through the office with all the busy people, "Alright, Sir. What's the matter with the android? Monitoring what I do and what I don't do?"

"Connor is the former partner of Hank-"

"Oh and now, Hank doesn't want to play with it anymore so you give it to the next screwed up cop you can find?", you asked, turning around to look at Connor with his fancy clothes and neat hairstyle before you looked back at the Captain.

"Hank retired two weeks ago. I thought you knew that.", Fowler said and looked even more concerned at you.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't get invited to any funny parties nor did I got a notification. But who cares. So, the android's with me then? How long?", you asked emotionlessly.

"It's your partner now. Brief it into your cases-"

You stepped forward, aiming for the door, "Cases, Sir? What cases? You already said I have none.", you pointed out while leaving the office.

Fowler watched after you, not amused about your unpredictable behavior and the fact that you were carrying a gun.

"Sir?", Connor asked and brought the Captain back from his thoughts.

"Yeah... Listen... as you can see YN has a few problems. They used to be a good cop in the past until one of the cases they and Hank had operated went wrong. The anniversary is in two days and I fear... well...", Captain Fowler stopped himself, watching you grabbing a coffee from the kitchen.

"I will keep an eye on them.", Connor said and left the office as well.

Connor was surprised how carelessly you were in managing your cases - even if it were just a few. There was nothing special or difficult and yet, you weren't able to file the cases properly, "Detective, this report here, I'm not sure to which case it belongs.", Connor asked as he had read an interview of a woman who had reported her dog as missing. Added to that, the interview was part of a file about an armed theft in the heart of the city. There was no connection at all to these two cases.

Without looking up, you took a folder from your desk to hand it over to Connor, "Yeah...here. That's the case you're searching for."

Connor took the case and skimmed through the pages several times before he looked at you, frowning, "Detective, this is a file about a stolen android.", he pointed out.

"Yeah, just ... put the page in this file. I'm sure it will be right.", you said, ignoring the android's expression.

"Detective, I'm not sure-"

"Excuse me, I need some more coffee.", you cut him off, standing up to aim for the kitchen with your mug in your hands.

"And I thought Hank was challenging.", Connor whispered under his breath and shook his head while he still tried to figure out which pages were parts of which cases.

"You're a murderer, Detective! That you still think yourself as worthy enough to call yourself a cop is way out of my understanding!", a jarring, female voice echoed through the office and drew the attention of everyone to her and to the person that stood in front of her - you.

Connor craned his head to watch the scene like everyone else did. But while the attention of the others was because of curiosity and spitefulness, Connor watched you and your bodily reaction to the woman's accusations. You stood there like a timid fawn. The cockiness you presented before seemed to be gone completely. Your heart rate increased, you were shaking and your eyes became big as if you were intimidated by the woman in front of you. The woman stepped even closer and Connor watched, surprised, that you stayed where you were. Easily, you could have escaped the unknown woman and yet you stayed rooted to the spot.

"Because of you I lost both of my daughters! I already have lost the one and yet, you thought it would be fair to take the other away from me as well!", the woman screamed erratic, tears were already running down her cheeks but she was still not able to stop herself and no one else was brave enough to step into the scene, "You and your partner will pay for what you have done! You will burn in hell for that!"

"Chris! Escort Mrs. Mason into my office!", Captain Fowler ordered and stopped the woman's outburst even if it was a bit too late.

Connor saw tears building in the corners of your eyes. Quickly, your glance scanned the area but the only way you could find was the way out. You aimed for the precinct's main entrance to leave the building in a hurry. Connor followed you. He ran through the office and left the building as well but as he stepped onto the pavement you were nowhere to be seen. Like a ghost, you had vanished between all the other pedestrians.

Hank had just taken a new beer to watch the next half of the Detroit Gears game as someone rang his doorbell. In the penetrant way how this person used his doorbell and the way how Sumo reacted, Hank knew who the visitor was, "Connor, hey. What are you doing here? It's a bit too early to go for a walk with Sumo.", the older man said but he already saw that something else was bothering the android.

"Yeah, actually, I'm not here because of Sumo.", Connor said.

Hank let him in and Connor came straight to the point that kept him busy, "One year ago, you and Detective YLN had a case together. But something went wrong. What exactly happened? I couldn't find the case file."

Hank frowned, "Why do you ask?"

"Captain Fowler teamed me up with Detective YLN because of the anniversary of this case. He's concerned about the instability of their constitution."

Hank shook his head. He missed working with the android but he didn't miss the long-winded explanations of him. Then, suddenly, he became serious again, "Instability, huh?"

"Yes. They seem to be so unpredictable in their behavior that Captain Fowler fears something worse will happen because the anniversary would be in two days. I ... I found them this morning sleeping in their car.", Connor explained with a frown.

Hank raised his brows in surprise and at the same time, he felt worried, "YN and I, we... In the past, we worked together on some cases. Well, that changed with our last case. Lynn and Sara Mason.", he said slowly, feeling the pain stinging his heart as he remembered what had happened one year ago.

"Why couldn't I find much about it in the archives of the DPD?"

Hank stood up from the couch, walking over to the book shelf to pull something out that was hidden between his several jazz vinyl. He walked back to Connor, offering the android the case file but stopped as Connor was grabbing for it, "You just can find the basics of this case because I kept it printed. Some wounds are so deep, it's better if not everyone is able to find a tool to reopen them all over again.", he said and gave Connor the file finally.

***

The next day, Connor drove again to your place and was happy to see that you weren't sleeping in your car again. As he knocked at your door, you opened him with a smile. You had taken a shower, your hair was still damp and your clothes were all fresh and clean. Connor noticed that you weren't accompanied by the scent of alcohol and he even couldn't smell anything in your breath as you talked with him.

"I... I want to apologize, Connor. Our start yesterday wasn't the best. I'm looking forward to working with you. I'm sure we will make a great team."

Connor knew you just one day, not enough to understand a person completely, and yet he had the strange feeling of something going on that occupied his mind suddenly by the way you acted.

"Oh, can you call a taxi?", you asked while sipping on your coffee.

"What happened to your car, Detective?", Connor asked surprised while ordering the vehicle.

You smiled at him, "Oh, I sold it. I will have no use of it anymore. And please, call me YN."

To Connor's surprise, your behavior stayed kinda strange even if he couldn't say what it was exactly. You and Connor went early to the DPD. On your way in, you talked with colleagues. You joked with Chris and as Gavin entered the kitchen, you pressed a cup of coffee into the Detective's hand which left him utterly confused.

Gavin stopped Connor by stepping into his way, "Hey, tin can. Is this coffee drugged or what is going on here?"

In the way Gavin looked at Connor, the android noticed real unease, "No, Detective. The coffee is not drugged or anything. I guess others would call it 'tasty'. You can drink it.", he said but looked frowning at you. As Connor left Gavin, the green-eyed man was still sniffing suspiciously on the hot liquid as if the mug might contain acid instead of his most favorite beverage.

Connor went back to the desk opposite of yours and was surprised to see how you cleared out the different pages of the case files. Several small piles were lying in front of you while you tried to bring them into the right order and to collate them.

Later that day, Connor was puzzled as you went to the Captain to apologize to him as well as you had done it with Connor in the beginning of the day. You apologized for your behavior the day before and of all the past weeks, "I know I did a few things wrong, Captain. But I promise to change that in the future. In fact, the change will happen soon and then, everyone will be pleased with me again.", you said before you took your jacket to leave the precinct.

Connor looked at the Captain and saw on the man's face what he was thinking: strange.

‘Strange’ was the only word Connor could find to describe your work day even although you were acting practically perfect. You were nice. You had sorted your cases. You had apologized for your behavior. And yet, something was odd. Something felt wrong. Connor sensed that something was ... going on. But he couldn't put his finger on it. So, out of instinct, Connor followed you and drove to your place with a taxi.

As he knocked at your door, you opened, smiling at him and dressed in a bathrobe, "Oh, Connor, hey. What is it? I just wanted to take a bath."

Surprised, Connor looked at you. He was sure you had taken a shower this morning so there was no need to take a bath and then, he reminded himself that he still had not much knowledge about humans and their several oddities, "Yeah, I ... I just wanted to ask if everything is alright, Detective.", he said honestly.

You smiled at him, "Of course, Connor. Everything is more than alright. I just need some time to relax and tomorrow, everything will make sense to you and the others. Thanks for checking on me, that means a lot to me. Goodnight.", you said and closed the door.

Connor stared at your closed door for several moments before he stepped slowly back to walk down the hallway. Since he turned deviant, Connor's systems needed a bit longer to process information - not much, it were just seconds, but sometimes that could be more than enough.

As Connor was still connecting the different dots and hints you had spread the whole day, Hank called him, "Connor! Where are you?"

"I'm leaving YN's place. They want to take a bath. Why? What's the matter?", Connor asked as he sensed the slightly concerned undertone in Hank's voice.

"You have to go back, Connor! Go back to them! YN hates to bath!", Hank demanded worried.

Even if Connor was confused, he turned around, walking back the way to your apartment, "Hank?"

"I just got a letter from YN. It got brought by a delivery man. It's a handwritten suicide letter. Hurry and stop them!", Hank ordered.

Connor ended the call, hurried down the corridor and without knocking, he broke down the door of your apartment. Quickly, Connor ran through your small apartment, already seeing the door of your bathroom ajar. He stormed into the room and the second his eyes landed on you lying in the bathtub with the razor blade between your fingers, he was by your side, taking the blade away to throw it into a far corner before you could even cut. Slowly but demanding, Connor dragged you out of the water, took a towel and laid it around your shaking frame because you already were ice cold. Obviously, you had filled the bathtub with cold water to support a fast sleep while your blood would have drained from your body after the cut.

You were screaming and yelling for Connor to let go of you. You demanded the razor back and that he should leave your apartment but Connor ignored everything. You punched against his chest with your fists but Connor stayed unimpressed, determined to save your life. With a strong grip, he wrapped you into the towel and also laid the bathrobe around your shoulders before he guided you out of the bathroom. You were still struggling in Connor's arms to get free. All you wanted was to end what you had started. Desperate, hot tears were running down your cheeks as you were crying violently about the fact that you were still alive. Alive and alone with the memories which were still haunting you like mean demons.

Connor placed you on the couch, sitting next to you and wrapping his arms around your frame to give you even more support and comfort while you cried against his chest, "Please, just let me die...", you cried out between two heavy sobs.

"No, Detective. I have to refuse your request."

"Cut this 'Detective' shit. Just call me YN, god damnit.", you whimpered helplessly because now, everything was just worse than you had expected. You had planned everything and yet, the android was there to destroy your neatly made plans, "What are you even doing here, Connor?"

"Hank received your letter and called me right on time."

You leant closer against Connor's chest with closed eyes, seeking the android’s presence while cursing about yourself, "Hell, the letter. I should have changed the delivery time to a later one. Then, everything would be over. All the pain. All the guilt. All the haunting.", you breathed with a sad voice.

Connor tightened the embrace around you even more, "It's about Sara Mason and her sister, isn't it?", he whispered softly, placing his chin on top of your head to enclose you even more.

You nodded, not surprised that Connor already knew it, "Yeah... it's my fault that Sara died. It's my fault that her mother lost both daughters.", you cried out, clawing into Connor's white shirt with your fingers.

"Well, I read the file. Sara came up with the idea to get bugged and to infiltrate the drug dealer who had killed her sister Lynn. I mean, the idea was good. It was just bad luck that the dealer already knew about Lynn's death and looked right through the façade you and Hank had planned.", Connor said softly. To calm you even more, he stroked soothingly over your back with his hands.

You leant back to look into the android's face and for the first time, you noticed the incredibly intense, brown color of his soft eyes, "Y-you don't understand. Not even Hank knew that but Sara didn't come up with the idea to get bugged on her own. I dropped this idea as I was alone with her and manipulated her to think it was her own idea. I mean, how evil can someone be to do this, huh?", you asked, closing your eyes about this painful memory.

Connor cupped your face, knowing that humans needed physical contact to feel secure and safe and he wanted to provide you both as well as he could. He was glad to see that you opened your eyes again and that you stayed where you were, "Listen, neither you nor Hank nor someone else could have known every single possibility in this case. The idea was good. The Captain said the same in his official statement. But ... Look, kid, sometimes bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it.", he said softly.

Through a sob of new tears because Connor was the first for a very long time that was caring about you this much, you chuckled low, "Have you... did you just quote the Lion King to cheer me up?"

Connor looked slightly caught with a sheepishly smile playing around his lips, "Yeah... Hank said I should improve my knowledge about pop culture. I binge watched all the Disney movies I could find last week. I thought this quote was suitable... Or did I have done it wrong?"

You chuckled a bit more about his innocence and strong will to help you, "No, it was pretty good. Thanks for... you know... thanks for being here with me.", you whispered low, feeling your cheeks reddening.

Connor leant back on your couch, bringing you close to his chest so you could snuggle against him, "I'm your partner now, YN. And partners are looking out for each other. You can count on me no matter what it is.", he said softly and after five minutes where he just stroked comforting over your back, he noticed your even breathing that told him that you had fallen asleep. Hank called and without making too much noise, Connor briefed his former partner that you were alright.

You were still alive. You still had a long way to go to leave your haunting ghosts behind but Connor was sure you would make it. You were strong enough to do it - and he would be by your side to support you as promised.

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Medieval Au

Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage. 'A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'

Bold italics are flashbacks.

Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only

Part warnings: talk of arranged marriage, swearing, violence, blood, attempted kidnap

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<Part 4<

Part 5

The following day Steven promised he would spend the full day with you. After eating breakfast the two of you visited the local village. It was something Steven did when his busy schedule permitted him to, but it was something he always did when you were visiting. You had fallen in love with the villagers after your very first visit to the kingdom. They were all so pleasant and cherished their King. Another thing that reminded you of your home.

After spending a few hours visiting the market where you had lunch as well as buying one or two things, you went back to the castle so Steven could work on a couple of things in his study where you read one of his many books before the two of you had dinner together.

The following day you weren't able to spend that much time with Steven due to him needing to be present in meetings, again. You were left in the company of Sir Clint Barton who was an expert archer and your teacher for just that. The two of you spent hours practising before Steven managed to escape the dreaded meeting he was in and joined you for a little while before the two of you had some lunch. He reluctantly returned to his 'Kingly duties' as he put it with an eye-roll making you laugh. That night you ate with your ladies-in-waiting in your chambers, a little disappointed not to be seeing the King again that night.

"Tell me, Bucky, you spent some time in Wakanda with King T'Challa, didn't you?" You looked back to the man behind you.

King Steven had decided the two of you, along with Bucky and Sam were going to spend the day riding and doing a little hunting. You had a feeling Steven wanted to get out of the castle and away from his council.

"I did, Your Highness," Bucky answered.

"Would you say he's a kind man?" You asked curiously. "I've only met him once but I felt perhaps he was."

Bucky nodded, "He is one of the kindest souls I have had the pleasure of knowing, Your Highness."

"What about King Thor, Steven, is he kind?"

Steven nodded with an almost silent grunt, "He is... Although, you may find conversation with him a little slow, Princess." Steven grinned cheekily at you.

You giggled nodding, "Yes, I have had the pleasure of meeting him once or twice, Your Majesty."

As kind and as brave as King Thor was, his lack of knowledge on matters other than battle and maidens he's bedded, made conversation a little unbearable if you weren't someone with a cock between their legs.

"Are you not going to ask about Prince Loki, Your Highness?" Steven asked in a playful tone.

You scowled playfully at him. "Oh, I am glad you find amusement in my turmoil, King Steven." Steven chuckled making you scoff but smile none the less at him. You did enjoy the teasing between the two of you.

"I think we'll stop here," Steven spoke after a few minutes further riding into the woods. He was quick to dismount and offer his hand to you. He smiled tenderly at you as he held you steadily by the waist. "Okay?"

You gulped, nodding your head, "Yes... thank you,"

You smoothed your dress out stepped around his bulking frame, suddenly feeling shy under King Steven's gaze.

Slowly the four of you began to walk through the trees. Steven and Sam held a crossbow each with Steven on your left as you walked alongside Bucky.

"Rabbit, in front," Sam called out quietly before Steven aimed and fired at the rabbit a hundred or so feet in front of you.

"Good shot, Your Majesty." Bucky praised Steven as he moved forwards and collected the rabbit. His eyes seemed to wonder over your shoulder for a brief moment as he moved back to where he was stood before.

The four of you continued to walk on, conversing softly as you kept an eye out for rabbits. Each aim of the King's crossbow was on target, and soon the rabbits were mounting up.

"Would you like to have a go, Y/N?" Steven asked as he began to reload his crossbow.

Your eyes widened a little in surprise, "Oh, I'm not sure I'd be able to. It's a lot different to a bow and arrow."

Steve shook his head with a reassuring smile. "I'll teach you," He held his arm out towards you and waved you over to him.

You drew in a shaky breath as you slowly walked over to him, taking his hand he offered to you and allowed him to pull you in front of him. You gasped as Steve held the crossbow in front of you with both hands, caging you in. Shivers ran down your spine as his breath tickled the back of your neck.

"Take this hand," He reached down with his left and held yours, "Place it here," He put your hand into position. "Then put your other hand here," He did the same with the other hand. "Relax your fingers, Y/N, that's it... Then you just pull back, until it's in position... like that," He whispered as he moved your hand once more, showing you how to aim, "And then, you press here, and-" The arrow shot from the crossbow with a whistle through the air and landed in the bark of a tree with a crunch. "Perfect!" He praised you.

You grinned from ear to ear, "I hardly did anything, Steven," You turned to look at him over your shoulder.

"Everyone has to start somewhere, Princess," Steven smiled down at you. You were still stood in front of him with his chest pressed to your back. "Let's see if we can find you a rabbit, shall we?" Steve took your hand in his and began to lead you through the trees.

It took some time and a lot of help from Steven but you eventually managed to catch your own rabbit using the crossbow. You were so excited when you were successful, you jumped up with a cheer and wrapped your arms around Steven's neck.

"Sam," Bucky called out as he picked up the last rabbit they had just shot. "Let's start binding these things together, shall we."

"I hope you don't mind me saying, Steven, but you don't quite seem yourself." You whispered as the two of you stood together leaving the two knights to tend to your catches.

Steven let out a heavy sigh, "I do apologise, Princess. There is no need to worry, I assure you." He gave you a smile to reassure you.

You frowned at him. You reached up and placed your hand on his arm, trying not to think about how his muscular bicep felt under your hand. "Steven, I'm no fool. I know there is something you're worried about." You gave him a gentle smile.

Steven let out a breathy chuckle, "How is it you know me so well, Princess?" He smiled down at you. He reached up and brushed a strand of your hair back from your face. "These damn meetings I've been having." He sighed, "The council seem to think, without a queen by my side, I am in no position to be leading the kingdom to victory." He frowned.

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. "Wait... They are forcing you to marry?" You gulped, feeling something foreign inside your gut as you thought about Steven marrying someone once again.

Steven nodded but before he could open his mouth an arrow was shot through the air from somewhere deep in the woods and landed in the tree between you and Steven, splintering the wood with a loud crack. Steven was quick to pull you into his arms and to draw his sword at the same time as Sam and Bucky.

"Did you see who it was?" Sam asked as he moved to stand before you and Steven to shield you as Bucky stood behind you, blocking the two of you from any more arrows.

Steven shook his head, "Bucky, who had you seen before?" He asked over his shoulder.

"Not sure, Your Majesty, it was just a glimpse of someone. I fear there may be more than one." Bucky answered, "Perhaps we should start making our way back to the castle, Your Majesty?"

"Agreed," Steven tightened his hold on you and slowly the four of you began to make your way back towards where your horses waited.

However, before you could get too far from your spot, another arrow was shot, this time it hit Sam's shoulder. He cried out in pain almost dropping his sword.

"Run, Y/N, you must go!" Steven ordered, pushing you forwards, leaving no room to argue. He knew your horse would keep you safe.

Your breathing was heavy and panicked as you ran as fast as you could. The sounds of swords clashing together and echoing off the trees around you, terrified you. You were desperate to know what was going on but you knew you had to run.

"Your Majesty!" Bucky cried out.

Your feet almost stopped moving and tears began to fall as the trees started to rustle from the winds. You strained your hearing, desperate to hear any sign of Steven. He couldn't be dead, he couldn't. You were so close to Storm, you could almost feel his warmth under your fingertips, you had to push yourself.

You screamed out in terror as an arm wrapped around your waist before a hand covered your mouth, muffling your screams. You clawed at the filthy hand that covered your mouth and kicked out your legs in front of you.

"Be quiet!" A deep voice ordered behind you whilst you were dragged backwards away from your horse.

You pulled the hand from your mouth the best you could and sank your teeth into it, ignoring the foul taste that hit your tastebuds. The man cried out in pain and let go of you. "STEVEN!" You screamed out, trying to move closer to the horses. The four of them stomping their hooves, bucking and whinnying, trying to break loose.

"Be quiet you little bitch!" A hooded man hissed as he hit the back of his hand across your cheek. The force of it knocking you off your feet. "Get up," He ordered as you laid on the floor. "I said, GET UP!" He bent over you as you kicked and screamed at him. You slapped your hand across his face, scratching your nails across his cheek and drawing blood, causing him to take a step back. He glared down at you as he drew a small blade from his boot. "You little-"

The man let out blood-curdling scream as Steven's sword was plunged into his side before he was kicked away from you.

"Sam, if he's not dead, fucking kill him," Steven ordered as he sheathed his sword and moved to where you were laid on the ground crying.

You stared up at him, fear in your eyes. He was covered head to toe in dirt and blood, some most likely his from the one or two gashes that you could see through his tunic. He looked every bit of the feared warrior you had heard stories about.

"Princess?" Steven whispered and bent down beside you as he held his hand out towards you, expecting you to take it.

"Oh, Steven!" You cried out, launching yourself towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your tears rolling down your face and soaking his tunic. "I thought I was never going to see you again."

"Shh, it's okay," Steven soothed, his large hands cradling the back of your head as you sobbed. "I've got you," He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You're safe."

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ur-favorite-queer-queen · 3 years

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New Start

For Maribat March day 15 theme new start

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Marinette was lucky, she could admit that. Not because of the pocket-sized goddess of creation and luck she carried in her purse, but because of where she is. Sure, living with a magical emotional terrorist isn’t ideal, but it’s better than what her fate would have been had she never been found.

Growing up on the streets of Gotham had been rough to put it lightly. Very lightly. In her time she had seen many good souls come and go, some to their deaths, some to better lives. She was grateful she was the latter, not many she knew had the opportunity she had to have a new start.

In other circumstances, Tom and Sabine would be horrible parents. After all 90 percent of the time they left her to her own devices. However in this case, it’s fine. For one, she was once a street kid, she knows how to take care of herself. And she is also Scarlet Luck, protector of Paris, wielder of the Ladybug miraculous, and newly appointed guardian of the miraculous. So them turning a blind eye to her sudden disappearances did wonders for her.

All she needed in this life was a roof over her head and some decent food. Having her adoptive parents be bakers was a plus too.

The only downside to this life was school. Not because she hated learning or the places school provided. No, she loved sitting in the silence of the library and doing her schoolwork or reading a book. And she especially loved the art room, where she found her love of designing and sewing.

The problem was the people, the staff that mattered to her and her future, were all pushovers and she wasn’t allowed to transfer into Ms. Mendeleiev’s class. Ms. Bustier was the type to let the kids figure it out on their own, rather than step in when she was most needed. And Principal Damocles shouldn’t even be a principal with how much he caves in when it comes to the Mayor’s daughter or Rossi.

She was thankful, however, that within her first month the students at Francoise Dupont learned not to mess with her. Or speak to her. Or be near her in general. And she was perfectly okay with that. She quite liked her spot in the back with Nathaniel, one of the only people she considered a friend.

They had a silent agreement, which was to be silent and leave the other alone. Nathaniel would draw while Marinette would sketch and the 2 had each other's backs. Like when Marinette would whisper Nathaniel the answers during English and he would do the same with history.

He along with Marc, Ondine, Aurore, Mireillie, and Kagami were the only ones she considered friends. Which means they were the only ones that knew why she was so on edge with the Wayne family being in Paris. Not only did none of them know how to control their emotions, but she was sure that Jason Todd-Wayne was bound to be akumatized. Why? Because every kid that was ever on the streets of Gotham knew his story.

He was street smart, a dork, but most importantly aggressive. On the streets he picked fights with any who tried to cross him, and when he was adopted he fought the rich kids that went to Gotham Academy. That was another thing everyone knew, he hit it big when he got adopted by the billionaire that was Bruce Wayne. While she wasn’t on the street when he was she knew he was trouble. The whole Wayne family was, whether they knew it or not.

She already had to deal with Chat every battle, she did not want to have to deal with one of the Waynes becoming an akuma. Not only would it cause an international affair considering how important they are to America, but it could get the attention of American reporters and then the Justice League might want to get involved. She didn't want to deal with the Justice League.

Kagami was the only one brave enough to point out how she might be afraid that people from her hometown were coming to Paris. But she was wrong and Marinette made sure she never brought it up again. Through whatever means necessary.

Now one reason that Kagami was her best friend was because they agreed on something. Never hesitate. If you have an opportunity, take it. Something important that every street kid knows.

Well here she was, standing in front of her classroom, hesitating. She could hear her classmates talking away, whichever Waynes were here trying to gain control of the situation. She guessed her teacher was either doing something out of the classroom or not bothering to get the class in check.

With one final wish that today wouldn't be as shitty as she hoped she opened the door. According to Nathaniel she threw it open.

And she was right, at the front of the classroom were 3 Wayne's trying to get her class to quiet down. Buster was nowhere in sight.

Since Nino and Adrien were closest to the door they noticed her first, stopping their conversation and trying to 'subtly' stare at her. The others quickly following their lead. All eyes, including the Waynes, were staring at her. Wonderful.

Literally all she had to do was roll her eyes and everyone averted their eyes. It was always like something out of a movie. She made her way up the stairs up to Nathaniel and her seats. Grabbing a couple of macarons out of her bag she handed them over to him before setting her notebook and pencil on her desk.

It looked like Lila was about to say something, but a glare had her swallowing her words back down her throat. Staring straight ahead she raised her eyebrow at the Waynes that were still staring, wondering if they were going to try and continue what they were originally trying to discuss.

After a moment the oldest among them started talking again, the other two joined in, however she could tell when they would all cast her glances. She simply acted blissfully unaware, writing notes down for her and Nathaniel while he drew. She had no idea what his grades would be like if it weren't for her.

This whole week had been full of surprises for Bruce. First the League finds out that there has been a magical terrorist in Paris for 3 years that they didn't know about, and these past 3 years children have been fighting him.

So his family being detectives, they were sent to try and get information on the ‘akuma class’. He wanted it to just be him, Dick, Tim, and maybe Cass, but of course Dick wanted the whole family to come. Try to make a family vacation out of it despite the fact that there was a magical emotional terrorist that they were trying to track down and they needed to keep their emotions in check. He means no offense but that is something neither Jason nor Damian can do.

But somehow Dick was able to get the whole family to come because only Dick can do that. And now he had Tim and Dick with him to try to talk to the akuma class about a presentation on starting a business a ploy to try and subtly get information out of them.

They had already done background checks on them all and their families just to be safe and were thoroughly impressed by what they saw. Many of them were gifted in sports, arts, and academics, so perhaps they were just unlucky.

The only one that concerned him was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Only Alfred was aware that the girl was from Gotham, she was specifically a street kid. Adopted 6 years ago by Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain the girl seemed quite bright. She had excellent grades and was in the art club. However he feared what his children might do with this information. And if another reason was because she had black hair, blue eyes, and a guaranteed tragic backstory being from Gotham that set his adoption instincts on fire NO ONE HAD TO KNOW!

So here he was with Dick and Tim, trying to get this ‘akuma class’ to quiet down so they could start the presentation. The teacher has stepped out of the room to check something with the principal and ‘give them the floor’. She probably wanted to get a reason to escape this class, he might try to get an investigation done on this school and their faculty.

From what he observed, Marinette seemed to be absent while most of the class had seemed to be paying attention to this one girl with brown hair in a sausage hairstyle, Lila Rossi, a pathological liar, although the class didn’t seem to know that. All except a redheaded boy in the back, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, a pink haired girl on the second row, Alixandra Kubdel, and a boy with a green shirt and glasses on the third row, Maxton Kante. There was also a blond boy, Adrien Agreste, who seemed to be listening to what the girl was saying with a fake smile he knew all too well. Poor boy.

His sons weren’t having much more luck trying to gain the attention of the class. The redhead looked to be drawing, the green shirt and glasses boy was working on what appeared to be a robot, while the pink haired girl was on her phone. Every once in a while it seemed like she sent them a sympathetic glance, the other two boys too involved in what they were doing to give them any sympathy.

Just as he was sure his kids were about to reach their breaking points in walked the one person he hoped not to see. She slammed the door open and suddenly the whole class quieted down immediately. Now his sons were looking at her as well. She couldn’t have been more than 5’3 and she was only 16, yet she managed to silence this whole class just by appearing.

The class also seemed to be staring at her before she rolled her eyes and they all averted their gazes. It was one of the most movie-like things he had ever witnessed.

She walked up the steps to the back, with each step she seemed to command attention before digging into her bag and handing Nathaniel who had once been doodling a bag of macarons. He seemed to appreciate them as he gave her a small smile before proceeding to munch on one.

Lila who had once had the attention of the class seemed to be fuming now that the attention was off of her. It seemed like she was about to say something but stopped when she caught sight of the glare Marinette was giving her.

Marinette then proceeded to turn her attention to him and his sons, raising an eyebrow as if to ask if they were going to start. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his sons exchange a look he knew all too well, before starting the presentation. And if he or his sons casted looks over to Marinette one too many times, no one noticed.

Bonus -

“WE FOUND A NEW WAYNE!” Dick shouted, far too happy with his discovery.

“Tt, what are you on about Grayson?” Damian scoffed, curiosity and jealousy bubbling in his mind at the thought of a new Wayne.

“There’s a girl in the akuma class, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She had black hair and blue eyes, both things needed to be adopted by Bruce.” Tim stated.

“Does she have a tragic backstory?” Jason jokingly asked.

“Do not look up anything on Ms. Dupain-Cheng. She has a family and I will not be adopting her. Am I clear?” Bruce demanded, waiting for everyone to agree before going to take a shower.

“Babs?” Cass questioned, knowing the girl had to have found something.

“Looking,” Babs replied, “Oh.” She stopped typing and just stared at the screen.

“What’d you find?” Steph asked the question they were all wondering from Babs’ unusual reaction.

“Guys,” Babs started, turning the screen to face them, “She’s from Gotham.”

And from there all hell broke loose.

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Inspired by this post I saw a while back:

Marinette being a street kid from Gotham but had no previous connection to any of the Waynes was intriguing so I did it. I’m probably going to do a backstory chapter later on, just unsure which day I’ll do it on.

Of course yesterday I was early so today I was late. The universe needs its balance. So sorry for the late post guys, I blame the universe.

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pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: the first time that remus almost lost his control

author’s note: i swear that i didn’t pretend to make two parts for this story but it just happened; i couldn’t help myself. i’m sorry 🥺 and I also am sorry for any grammar mistakes - like i said before, english is not my native language

1994, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Honestly, you never thought that would be so sensitive about your last year at Hogwarts. You didn't think you would miss walking those halls, dining under the starry sky of the Great Hall, the Quidditch games that cheered up the students of all Houses, resting on that tree next to the Black Lake or the magnificent view from the Astronomy Tower. All these little things that never meant much to you before, made your seventh year more melancholic than you imagined it would be - you couldn’t even think about no longer seeing your friends every day without starting to cry.

In a few months, you would be a graduated girl; an adult woman who would be entirely responsible for your own future. Technically, you would be free. Free to pursue any career you want; you could become a healer, a teacher, a magizoologist, or even an auror, and you would have a happy and prosperous life. Or you could just screw yourself up.

The uncertainty made you apprehensive.

Ever since you were born, everyone told you what to do, be it your parents or your teachers; how did they expect you to make a decision as big as "the future of your life" being so young? You were only 18, for Merlin's sake!

Why did you stay only seven years at Hogwarts? If you could, you would continue studying there until you were 25 years-old.

But, unfortunately, that was not possible.

What made you feel a little better was to think that your colleagues were as apprehensive as you were about venturing into the adult world.

Since the school year has began, seventh graders threw a "farewell party" every month and overdosed on firewhisky. You have witnessed a diversity of drunken behavior during these parties; there would always be someone crying because they would miss Hogwarts, others despairing because they didn't know what the fuck they were going to do with their lives, some pompously saying that they already knew exactly where they would work after graduation, there would also be those who would make brave confessions, act recklessly or end up sleeping on a couch.

You weren't a very party person; not that you were those people who didn't even attend the party, but you never crossed your limit, let alone did something to embarrass yourself. Of course, you've taken doses of firewhisky before, but you never got drunk.

Until that night.

Earlier that day, you got a letter from your parents telling that they expected you to become an auror just like them; that gave you stomach pain all day long. You had already thought about following the same career as your parents - who were phenomenal in their job - but you weren't sure if that was what you want for your future.

You were a simple girl. You were never very extroverted, but you made good friends during your years at Hogwarts. You were a great student, not extraordinary nor mediocre. You never drew much attention, and frankly, you never wanted that - in fact, you hated being in the spotlight. For some weird reason, you become very clumsy at those times.

So you never really considered becoming an auror. And because of that letter from your parents, you forgot to control how much firewhisky you were consuming.

And, for the first time in your life, you were officially drunk.

"Ok, I'm hungry" you declared to your friend; your voice tone was louder than usual and your words came out a little shuffled.

Y/F/N faced you with some fun in her eyes; it was unusual to see you like that.

"Right. Let's go to the kitchens, then"

You frowned in confusion.

"How do we get in there?"

"Just tickle the pear" she shrugged "easy peasy". A giggle came out of her lips. "What?" Y/F/N raised an eyebrow.

"You said pee-asy" you answered, giggling one more time.

Your friend shook her head.

"You're very drunk," she said with fun. "Let's give you some food and water and put you on bed.

"Oh, but I don't want to go to bed" you made a pout.

"Well, we're going anyway," Y/F/N said firmly; she knew you wouldn't want to wake up on some random couch. "I'll tell Riley we're going and be right back. Don't go anywhere.”

If you were sober, you would never consider invading Hogwarts' kitchens in the middle of the night, and you wouldn't have escaped from your friend after she told you to wait for her, but, obviously, you weren't even a little sober.

Walking through the dark and empty corridors was already an unknown experience for you, but walking through them being so drunk seemed like an adventure. You had no idea where you were going - even though you knew you wanted to get to the kitchens.

Then an intense light blinded you for a second.

"Miss Y/L/N?" the familiar voice of your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher took you by surprise.

Your eyes widened and you stumbled in your footsteps.

"Professor Hottie!" exclaimed automatically as soon as Remus fucking Lupin appeared in your front, seeming very intrigued to find you in the middle of the hall. "I mean... Professor Hottie!" you paused for a short second; looking sideways and not noticing the amused little smile that appeared on the older man's face. "Wait I said it again... Professor Lupin! Now I did it" you smiled and turned your head to face your teacher.

Then you saw.

That damn look. The look full of savagery that made your knees weak and the air escape from your lungs.

Your teacher slowly approached you; he calculated his steps so he won’t scare you - and honestly, he needed to control himself to not kiss you right there.

Remus Lupin looked like a wolf hunting his prey - and you looked delicious in his eyes.

"Miss Y/L/N..." he kept walking towards you, causing you to automatically take a few steps back, getting close to the wall. "What a little girl like you is doing in the hallway off hours?"

The words got stuck in your throat.

"I-I-I... Ah... I..."

Then he smelled it. He smelled the firewhisky on your breath.

A surprised moan came out of your lips when Professor Lupin pushed you against the wall, pressing his body on yours; his 6'2" height rising dangerously over yours much shorter.

"Were you drinking?" his tone was not as gentle as usual; it was rough and demanding. His question came out almost like a growl.

You gulped.

Your heart beat wildly and you never felt so hot like that before; you wondered if you could burst into flames just with that interaction.

"No!" you lied.

"Y/N..." was the first time Remus said your name; you loved how your name sounded in his voice. "I think you're lying to me," he whispered close to your ear.

You felt shiver over your spine.

"Professor, I-I... I don't..."

"I, I" he repeated in a mocking tone, appreciating how nervous you looked before facing you intensely again. "Don't lie to me again. You won't like what I'm going to do to you if you lie to me again.”

You gasp with your words, and to your embarrassment, a pathetic moan came out of your throat.

Remus growled; he clenched his hands firmly, trying to control himself to not fuck you right there in the hallway - his cock already hard inside his pants.

"Or maybe you would like it" he thought to himself.

But at the same time your groaning excited him, it also awakened him from his trance. Remus remembered who he was; he was your professor and you were his student. He couldn't do anything with you.

He took a step away from you, reluctantly; taking the time to admire how delicious you looked with your breath intertwined, your cheeks blushed and so submissive.

You were disappointed when you could no longer feel his warm body against yours, but you stopped yourself from saying anything. Honestly, you had no idea what had just happened between you and your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher; it seemed wrong and it certainly was forbidden, but you couldn't help but want more.

"You will go back to your dorm. No more firewhisky for you, do you understand, Miss Y/L/N?" he asked, looking at her intensely.

"Y-Yes" you stuttered nervously.

"Yes, what?" he growled.

"Yes, Professor Lupin" you corrected yourself quickly.

A smile appeared on the man's face full of scars.

"Good girl" he couldn't prevent those words from coming out of his mouth. "Now, go" he said authoritarian.

You nodded before heading back to the party; the drunkenness seemed to have left your body completely and you almost felt sober.

Almost.

Your little interaction with Remus fucking Lupin still made you feel a little dizzy.

Y/F/N found you halfway through, she guided you to your common room and brought you to your dorm.

That night, you slept quickly because even though Professor Lupin had taken you out of your drunk state, you still had a good dose of firewhisky.

Unlike you, Remus Lupin could not get a good night of sleep.

He thought about you all night long; the way you seemed to submit yourself completely to him without any hesitation, how small and fragile you seemed and how easy it would be for him to throw you on bed or any other surface he could fuck you into oblivion, the way you pressed your thighs together when he approached you - you didn't notice it, but he did.

Remus thought that, maybe, having you wasn't something so surreal; that, maybe, you wanted it too. But he remembered the firewhisky smell on your breath.

He knew he should never have done what he did.

He should have controlled himself.

The next day, he waited for Dumbledore to tell him that he was fired, but that never happened. He waited a week, two weeks, three weeks, more than a month passed and absolutely nothing happened.

Remus didn't know if he should be relieved or if he should feel like the worst man in the world; you had completely forgotten what had happened that night.

Or that's what he thought.

In fact, you remembered every minute of yours little interaction in the hall.

You remembered the way he looked at you ferociously, his predatory walk, you remembered perfectly the growl that came out of his throat, his body against yours, his chocolate and parchment paper perfume, and you, definitely, could never forget how dominant and controlling he acted - and how your body surrender to that behavior; how you liked it.

"You won't like what will happen to you if you lie to me again", it was his words, and Merlin, you had the most absolute certainty that you would love anything he did to you. And you would still beg for more.

You waited for Professor Lupin to come to you, but he never did. You waited more than a month and nothing happened.

It was as if that night had never happened.

Of course, you felt disappointed - very disappointed - but it was your last year at Hogwarts. Your last year walking through those halls, having dinner under the starry sky of the Great Hall, cheering for your house team at Quidditch, resting on that tree next to the Black Lake and enjoying the view from the Astronomy Tower, and you wouldn't waste it lamenting for your Dark Arts Defense teacher.

You graduated. And you thought you would never see him again.

But fate had other plans for you two because in that summer of 1995, you met at Grimmauld Place, number 12.

It didn't seem wrong anymore and it wasn't forbidden, so you promised yourself:

You were going to find out what Remus Lupin was hiding.

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