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raffe156 · 1 year

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Between a rock and a hard place

Just gonna go for it an post what I’ve written haha!

I’ve done my best with spelling an if you lot like it let me know I have a plot for this I promise 🤣

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Stake out

Pairing - Price X Reader X Ghost

Summary - MI6 agent handler/ field agent is on a stake out recon mission with the one and only Captain John Price, who she has had dealings with back when she was in training - they are holed up in dingy hotel in Mexico - Tensions rise and it gets heated between the two in more ways than one - Bravo 6 didn’t go dark - Ghost enjoys the show.

Warnings - Smut (18+) consensual non con, Voyeurism, Language, Age gap Price (47) reader (28) Dom!Price, Brat!Reader, comms not closed, Sir kink, praise kink, Degradation kink, Spitting, fingering, double penetration implied, Hair pulling, Oral (M + F receiving), Smoking, spanking, mentions of younger reader (Nothing too bad)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters

Mexico City 01:00am

You lay on the poor excuse of a bed looking up at the damp ceiling of the dingy hotel your were camped out in counting the spots of mould and wondering how on earth you had ended up on a recon mission with the 141 in Mexico. Not only that but you were holed up with Captain John Price of all people.

Ghost and Soap where set up in the apartments facing your room only a few feet keeping your balconies from joining, but due to your ranking you had to be supervised and your boss didn’t trust any of the other men alone with you that an she knew you could be hot headed and you liked to talk back.

You and Price had met before years back when you were in the academy at just 17 you thought you had it all brains, wit, charm, but your bad attitude held you back. The training base was occupied briefly by the 141 - Price was often asked to consult on some of the training scenarios as always you thought you had it all figured out which always resulted with Price in your face gun fingers to your temple “Bang your dead - your inside man is dead, Mission failed (Y/L/N)” he seen how cocky you where and he hated it, you felt he wanted to tear you down from the start. But despite all the nay sayers you graduated and was now one of the top Agent handlers and SIS agents in your age group albeit revered as a back talker.

So when you got the summons for this mission you where filled with dread when His name was read out in the brief. “Ma’am surely I can do the recon on my own, I’ve proven myself before..I don’t need a babysitter” you forgot yourself and was bluntly corrected by your Chief.

So here you were day 2 and you already wanted the mission to be over, you were broken out of your dismal day dream to the crackle of the comms in your ear - it was Soap - “Captain, question?”

“What is it Soap?“- Price said taking a drag of his ever present cigar.

“What’s the going rate for babysitting these days?“- Soap asked.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at Price, who was already glaring at you from the busted couch.

“Think your funny McTavish? Well ill tell you what it ain’t nearly enough” - He said exhaling thick smoke that clouded his face.

“I’m more than happy to take over Captain, think I could teach her a thing or two send her over here”- Ghost chimed in.

Price stood up laughing an walked over to the open balcony - he was in civilian clothes, still cargo pants and t-shirt but not his usual cargo pants, bullet vest and Boonie hat. He placed his hand above to lean on the frame and looked down on to the busy street below.

“I’m sure you could Ghost, but if you remember correctly this one could do with a muzzle and a firm hand, serious discipline issue I’m telling you”- he said as he dipped his head under his arm to look over at you, you noticed he was smirking you could just make it out under his thick facial hair.

Your blood was boiling and he knew it he could see it on your face. He was enjoying this.

“I can work with that, I like a challenge you know me guv I reckon I could get her in line” - Ghost taunted you.

“I know you do Mate, I know you do”- Price shook his head and laughed.

They were mocking you , talking about you as if you weren’t even there how dare they. Your heckles where up now and you needed to say something or else they would keep talking about you like a silly little girl.

“You wouldn’t know where to start Riley” - You spat as you sat up adjusting the stupid sundress you had to wear to blend in an look like a tourist, you looked out into the pitch black room a facing yours hoping he was in there.

Price looked at you stunned by your clear disobedience by calling Ghost by his surname.You’d done it now.

“Ohh I can assure you I would, in fact I could name a few places I would start with…” - Ghost was cut off by Price.

“Easy Ghost……Honestly (Y/L/N) your lucky you were barely legal at that academy or else I would have put you over my knee and shown your arse my palm an I’m sure Ghost wouldn’t of minded given me a helping hand with that would you mate?” -He said this while relighting his cigar.

“I would of been more than happy to help teach her a lesson Captain” - Ghost growled down the comms line in your ear making it feel like he was right behind you.

“Listen darling, your not cut out for this world, your mouth gets you into far too much trouble” - Price was stood in the middle of the room.

You were furious you skin was alight, but something was stirring in your core the thought of their hands on you Teaching you a lesson it pulled on something deep with you and that scared you, but they had pushed you too far now.

“You know what Price…Fuck you, I’m tired of taking your shit, talking to me like I’m playing special agent…I Am a fucking special agent the best in her fucking field and don’t you forget that you old fuck! And as for you Riley…” - you turned to look out over at the adjacent apartment where you knew Ghost was posted you could just make out the White of his signature skull mask in the shadow of the darkened room.

“Get a grip and take the fucking mask off did no one tell you its only halloween once a year you muppet” - You where on a roll now, on fire, unaware Price had made his way over to you in two strides.

The next thing you knew you were slammed up by your throat and pushed onto the bedside table back pushed right up to the wall. Price blew smoke out of his nose which was inches away from your own. You tried to focus and take in what had just happened but his face was too close. You then realise his grip was getting tighter around your neck, but that wasn’t what concerned you it was his right hand that had a good grip of the top of your thigh, he slid his thumb under the thin fabric of your underwear finding you soaked. He looked down and chuckled.

“That shut you up didn’t it love?” - He pulled his thumb back out and released his grip of your throat. Stepping back he sucked your wetness of his thumb.

“You where right Ghost……tastes just like Honey” - Price smirked dropping his arms either side of him.

“Told yah…” - Ghost sighed.

You were in utter shock at not only what had just took place but also how wet you were. The loud street below snapped you out of your daze and you became embarrassingly aware that Soap may of seen what happened but you knew Ghost definitely witnessed it. For a split second you thought when had they discussed how you might taste?

Price was staring at you his eyes fixed on your every move, you were going nowhere unless he said so. He turned around an placed his cigar in an ash tray on the side board.

“Now be a good girl and come ere” - He motioned you with his hand.

But when you didn’t move he bounded over and grabbed you by the back of your neck marching you over to the couch.

“On your knees……NOW!” - He shouted shoving you down in front of the couch he placed himself in front of you, unbuckling his belt and shimming his pants down just past his hips, you could see how hard he was behind his tight boxers.

“Now are you going to be a good girl?” - He asked caressing you cheek. You looked up at him and turned to look over to where Soap and Ghost were, you caught a glimpse of movement in the dark Ghost was shifting about. You knew he was watching you, Fuck it you thought lets give him a show. You looked up at Price and nodded.

“Yes sir” - you whispered look up from under you lashes.

This took Price by surprise he thought he was going to have to work a lot harder to get you to submit, but he was taking your sudden obedience with a pinch of salt he knew you had more fight in you, but he was going to put you in your place either way.

“Sir?……I like that, Good girl, now open your mouth” - he said waiting for you to do as you were instructed. Once your mouth was open enough he gripped your jaw and placed his thumb on your tongue holding it down. With his other hand he pulled his cock out, it was thick and panic flashed across your face, Price noticed the fear in your eyes and it made his cock twitch with excitement.

“Head back now” - He tilted you head back thumb still on your tongue with was writhing around causing something in him to stir wildly. He leaned down slightly and spat in your mouth making it even wetter, you felt your underwear become slick and you pushed you thighs tight together. He slowly guided his cock into your mouth, you felt it hit the back of your throat and tried not to gag, but the tears that welled up gave you away. Price sighed deeply and grabbed a fist full of your hair and slammed in and out of your mouth.

“Bit too much princess?”- He said slowing his movement down. He pulled out leaving a string of saliva and pre cum from his tip to your tongue.

“Let’s give the lads a better look at you eh?” - Price moved you by your hair still on your knees he faced you towards the open balcony doors. He pulled the front of your dress down exposing your breasts your nipples going hard in the night air.Price whistled.

“Knickers but no bra? You are a naughty girl aren't you (Y/L/N)? It’s like you wanted this eh? What do you think lads? Wanna see more?” - Price gestures into the darkness.

“I canny see shit Captain!” - Soap tutted, meaning he wasn’t in the same room as Ghost. He must be in the apartment above.

“Tough shit Sargent” Ghost said mocking his team mate.

“I’m coming down to your spot LT” - Soap barked.

“No your fucking not! Stay fucking put McTavish…If you step foot in this room i'll put a bullet right between your eyes”-Ghost warned the lower ranked man.

“Fine but if I can’t have a visual I want audio” - Soap hissed down the comms, you heard the sound of a zipper and Velcro being pull apart.

Price yanked your head back,

“See how much you’ve work your Lieutenant up? he’s willing to kill his own men for his own private show” -Price whispered in your ear.

Price let the fist full of your hair go and stepped back to admire you.

“Stay there” - he said walking round the back of you. Price settle himself in the arm chair that faced the Balcony doors.

“Stand up (Y/L/N)” He said grabbing his cock in his hand. You did as you were told, you felt the familiar slickness of your thighs. You tried to cover yourself up the night air was biting at your breasts painfully.

“Don’t you dare…” - Ghost warned over the comms. You could almost see him you had to strain your eyes ,but you saw him he was sat in a chair a few feet away from the open balcony he had his pants down slightly and was slowly tugging at his own girth.

“Take yah knickers off and toss em over here…And don’t you dare try to cover yourself up” - Ghost gave you your task.

You looked behind you at Price who nodded you on. You got up from your knees, you hitched your dress up and made a show of pulling your knickers down bending over to give Price the best view. You knew he was enjoying it as you heard him let out a quiet “fuck” as he jerked himself that little bit faster. You stepped out of them slowly. Bunching them up in your hand, you walked out onto the balcony. The rising heat from the busy street below warmed you a little, but you were still 10 stories up so the wind was brisk and sharp on your exposed wet area. You leaned right over the balcony and threw your knickers over arm into Ghosts apartment. Up this close you could see more of him he had lifted his ski mask up over his nose and mouth. He caught your underwear with his free hand wrapping the thin fabric round his member tightly and resumed pumping away.

“Nice one, but word of advice?…always watch your 6 kid” - Ghost smiled the first real smile you had ever seen from him.

Watch my 6? You thought then it made sense as Price yanked you head back with his right hand and gripped your hips back into him with his left. You could feel him leaving scratchy kissed down your neck. You core was on fire. He moved his left hand round to your wet slit and slid his middle two fingers in and curled them up inside you. You let out a moan, the gushing sound was obscene. Price worked his fingers deeper into you making you cry out louder. He bent you over and you gripped the rail for support he was still working his fingers inside you.

“Ok I can defiantly see now Captain” - Soap was looking down from his vantage point. Price knelt down and buried his face into you, you felt his beard roughly grazing you inner thigh as his tongue went to work. You held onto the rail for dear life you legs shaking.

“I think she’s enjoying that Price, looks like she’s gonna cum…” - Ghost said. He was right you was on the edge of exploding, But then Price stop and got up an walked back into the room. You caught your breath and looked up at Ghost who simply nodded towards the room, you turned and found Price sat back in the armchair stroking his cock.

“Did you really think I was just gonna let you cum like that? Nooo……your gonna have to work for it darlin” - Price laughed.

“For fuck sake Captain…cant you just fuck her out here where I can fucking see!” - Soap was fuming he was back to only audio over the comms.

You started to walk back into the room when Price whistled.

“On your hands and knees like a good little bitch…give Soap something to visualise” - Price took a drag from his cigar.

You got down on your hands and knees you could feel the heat from day in the tiles on the floor, you began to crawl in towards Price. The carpet in the room was scratchy on your palms and knees you looked up at Price a cloud of cigar smoke billowed around him, he patted his his shin like you would to beckon over a pet, You sat in front of him on your knees. He leaned forward and pulled you closer so your face was in his lap his cock nearly hitting you in the face. You felt your core stir you gripped it with both hands and ran your tongue up his shaft and over the tip. He ran his hand through your hair as your head bobbed up an down taking him as deep as you could pausing just before it hit the back of your throat.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you girl…Bet this is how the boys down at the academy got you to shut up” - Price smirked as he bucked his hips up causing his tip to hit the back of your throat, you gagged but it only seemed to spur him on more as he was now moving you head for you faster than before on the last stroke he held your head down on him so that your mouth was at the base of his cock. You slapped his thigh fearing you would black out from lack of oxygen. He grinned then released your head from his grip. You came off gasping for breath like you had been held under water. He took a last drag of his cigar an set it down in an ashtray beside him and patted his thigh.

“Up you get sweetheart…back to me” - He said as he pulled his pants further down. You got up from the floor your dress that was bunch up around your waist now fell back down and covered your modesty somewhat.

“For fuck sake…rip that fucking dress of her Price!” -Ghost was barking down you ear on the comms. Price leaned forward and ripped the dress right down the middle. You really had nothing now. He tossed it to one side and patted his thighs once again. You took a seat, your back flush to his chest you could feel his cock lined up along your arse cheeks. He put his hands under your knees an lifted you up so his cock was under you now, bracing your self on the arms of the chair.

“Look at me Princess…” -Ghost said breathing hard. You looked over to meet Ghost just as Price lined himself up with your entrance, he slid in and you shut your eyes tight he filled you right up and he wasn’t even half way.

“Eyes on me (Y/F/N)” - Ghost was warning you. You tried to look over but Price pushed in further making it past his widest point.

“Fuckin hellll mate, she’s tight as” Price was amazed at your handling of his dick. You were a tight glove indeed, but he would make you fit him perfectly. Your breath hitched up and you couldn’t help let out a moan as you tried to keep eye contact with Ghost who was now shamelessly wanking himself off to his Captain fucking you with your knickers constricted around his cock.

“I think you like being watched? Love being the centre of attention all eyes on you eh?” - Price bit your shoulder as he picked up the paced. He was right, you did so you decided to let go and give them a show. The moans that escaped you were loud and wild. Price was thrusting up into you making your tits bounce, You were going to lose it your head fell back onto his shoulder.

“Ahh…Did I say you could look away from me?…” - Ghost was on the edge you could here it. You opened your eyes to glance over at his, you could make him out furiously tugging away at his member. Price lowered your legs and gripped your breast with his rough hands planting wet kissed down your neck, you placed you hands on to his arms for support and started rolling your hips down on to his chasing your orgasm, Price knew what you were doing so he removed one hand from your chest and started to rub your clit hard.

“That’s it (Y/L/N) cum…cum on your Captains cock…while your Lieutenant watches…cum now!” - Price said through gritted teeth.

This made you snap and come undone.

“OHHH FUCK!! AHHHHHHH” you came hard.

“Oh fuck…Ah ah ah” - you where still being fucked, price turned your head and kissed you deeply, you moaned in his mouth.

“I want you to cum inside me Captain” - You moaned as his tongue left your mouth. He looked you dead in the eye.

“Ask me…nicely and beg me to cum in you…” - the look in his eyes was wild and like nothing you’d see before.

“Please Sir…I want your cum in me…please cum in me…while my Lieutenant watches…please Sir” - You moaned your second orgasm building up. Price grinned and looped his arm around your waist standing up, his cock still buried inside you. He knelt down on his knees bending you over in front of him, his pelvis never leaving you opening.

“Face down…arse up in the air” -Price breathed heavy, he slid his rough hand down your back and push down between your shoulder blades making you obey. You placed your arms either side of you bent as you shoulders hit the floor, face to the side you could still see Ghost he had moved closer to the open balcony.

“Fucking ruin her Captain…” - Soap was out of breath chasing his own release. Price gripped you arse and and landed a heavy hand on your cheeks, you felt the heat on your skin instantly. He watched at his cock slid in and out now with little to no resistance. He spread your arse and rested his thumb on your arsehole. You were drooling, eyes in the back of your head. What would your Boss think if she seen you like this? Lucky girl? Price was splitting you in half, the slapping sound as his hips connected with your arse was electric. Price slipped his thumb in your arse.

“FUCK ME! Shame your over there Ghost looks like she could of took us both…fucking naughty girl aren’t you?” - Price slapped your arse again.

“Look at me (Y/L/N)…would you have liked that? This cock in your arse filling you up while Price fucks your pussy?” - Ghost was at his limit.

“……ah……Ye…yesssss…” - You couldn’t even speak the though of both of them at once was enough to tip you over the edge.

“Yes what?…” - Price pulled you up by your elbow, your back flat to his chest again, him still rutting up into you relentlessly but sloppy he was close, one arm wrapped up around you with his hand on your throat, the other wrap around you waist so you couldn’t squirm away.

“Ye…yessss…SIR!” - You moaned your pussy pulsating around him as you came. You heard Ghost let out a gritted fuck through his teeth on the comms. You could feel Prices cock swell inside as he grunted in your ear, his cum hot in you his thrusts slowing. You heard Ghost pant. Soap was silent. Price let you go but still keeping and arm round you so you didn’t fall flat on your face. You could feel his cum leaking out of you onto the floor. Price leant back bringing you with him , you didn’t resit. He wrapped is big arm around you and brushed your hair out of your face with the other as you settle under his chin, kissing the top of your head he smiled.

“Now?…are you going to behave and be a good girl for me?” - He whispered into your hair. You thought about it for a while before your turned to look up at him.

“Yes sir…ill be a good girl for you” - you said as you looked over at were Ghost was…but he wasn’t there.

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yandere-writer-momo · 9 months

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Monster F-er Anon

*Insert a slew full of curses that would make a sailor blush* I forgot to add Pickle! (He’s an Oni that was slumbering for centuries)

Pickle is an infamous Oni of legends that was ‘defeated’ by an Legendary Shaman that casted a spell of eternal slumber (As long as his prison wasn’t disturbed he will continue to sleep) and has been asleep for centuries (Until some civilians found his seal, he was sealed in a jar, hence his name, ‘Pickle’)

When he awoken, he proceeded to cause havoc and ate crops, cattle and humans to appease his appetite, until he heard music and saw Darling Dancing (She was practicing her Kagura Dance) and became enamored by how small, dainty and soft she looks, especially since she’s moving around in a very hypnotic way (She doesn’t run away from him, even though he’s HUGE She can tell he’d easily catch her and snap her neck like a twig if he wanted to and shows no hostility so she doesn’t anger him) then she realizes he’s just a curious big guy (She didn’t hear about what he did to all the villages he found, as there’s only blood he didn’t even leave their bones behind)

When she heard his stomach growl, she gave him her food as an offering (Pickle thinks she’s showing him that she’s a good mate, as she gave him food, shelter, bathed him and groomed his hair) and acts like a big puppy around her (A ‘puppy’ that would absolutely kill and eat anyone that isn’t his mate)

Poor shrine maiden and this vicious Oni. He probably wouldn’t let her go back to the shrine nor would he let any of her suitors approach her.

It would be a mess

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ms0milk · 2 years

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smooth runs the water ...

| Sanemi x reader

a/n: i've gotten lots of Sanemi requests recently and i've decided to combine a few of them that fit well together into a short fic collection! for this chapter: there's nothing like a little nightmare comfort with the wind husband. pls enjoy and thank u for the request~

warnings: trypophobia (a demon described with a pattern of holes on its body), a violent nightmare sequence, a bloody wound, and a little bit of panic.

2.5k <3

“You smell like shit.”

“I got shit on Shinazugawa, what do you want from me?”

Sanemi turned his back to hide how quickly he smiled at that.

The two of you were wrapping up, quite possibly, the worst mission ever assigned. Your frame of reference as a Hashira was slimmer than Sanemi’s, as a rookie yourself, but you were 150% positive this would go down as one of the most regretful casualty-free missions in corps history. The fucking thing shot something gooey out of so many holes. Right til the end.

Sanemi on the other hand would never complain about the content of a mission entrusted to him by master Ubuyashiki, but fighting in his pajamas wasn’t on his list of possible pleasant outcomes for the evening. Neither was being startled awake by a crow, or learning that a powerful demon had been attacking civilians so close to his home unnoticed, or having to wake you up.

Having to wake you up from your spot against his chest. Having to wake you up after you finally trusted him enough to spend the night.

“These demons are getting whack,” you grumbled, trying to squeeze an unidentifiable orange liquid from your hair, “remember when they just tried to eat you?”

He couldn’t stop, he smiled at everything you did. Fuck.

Your month-long “relationship” was not conventional. You’d been sleeping together for weeks, but you’d never even so much as talked about it. Never brought it up in conversation a single time. No knowing glances, no seductive smirks. You kissed him once in training one afternoon, suddenly and messily, and he kissed you back. Again, and again, and again, almost every night since the last full moon. Kissed and fucked and babbled and moaned, then the moon would start to fall and you’d find your clothes, crack a joke, and the spell would break. That or you’d just kiss him goodbye and leave before the stars even got a chance to shine. Something about your own bed being more comfortable.

“Just shut up already and lemme see your injury,” Sanemi snapped, much more affectionately than he meant to.

“They’re shitting goop now and you’re worried about my bumps and bruises?”

Why did you always do that?

“Come here,” he ordered, like you were his shy little apprentice again. Sanemi sheathed his sword and you mimicked him absentmindedly, ready to pack up and sleep.

You’d long since stopped the bleeding to that superficial shoulder wound– Sanemi had been your mentor after all; what was a flesh wound to a wind Tsuguko? But after a year of considerably less concern from the Hashira, you knew this nagging wasn’t out of fear for your physical safety.

You rested a hand on the hilt of your sword and leaned against the pillar’s night-chilled arm, “All this fussing because you’re worried I’m gonna get a little blood on your sheets?” You knew it wasn’t about that either. “What kind of demon slayer would I be if I couldn’t staunch some bleeding, huh?”

He started walking back towards his property the minute you bumped into him, but the mention of his bed kept him from starting a pace you wouldn’t be able to keep up with.

“You’re...coming back, huh?”

“Jeez Sanemi, do I smell that ba–”

He cut you off with a strong tug on your sleeve. Cut you off before you started up with your infernal sarcasm and he forgot exactly how it sounded when you said his name. He pulled you to the spot next to him so that the both of you walked side by side and he made no sounds other than the grinding of his teeth the whole way back. How did you always make him beg?

As you walked beside him the short journey home– to his home– you wondered why you didn’t make him beg more often? You remembered the warmth of his bedding and how soft his skin was even after scarring over so many, many times. Soft especially where the scars overlapped.

As you poked and prodded and stumbled into one another in the dark, you thought about maybe even reaching out to hold his hand. Romance wasn’t exactly what you envisioned when you kissed him all those days ago, so you tried not to flirt, you tried not to linger in presence or touch– tried not to spend the night.

“Watch it,” He grumbled when you tripped over his foot, and tugged again at the sleeve of your haori, white to match his– although you deployed in such a rush that evening that Sanemi cleared the threshold of his property without even putting on a shirt. As the light of civilization came into focus through the trees, he still didn’t let go.

Sanemi was doing a horrible job of hiding how afraid he was that you’d decide to leave again. That you’d leave and when he saw you tomorrow he’d have to start from square one like he always did when you pretended not to remember the way you made each other feel. He was growing impatient and raw from vulnerability, and he was not going to scare you away– or whatever it was that happened when you’d suddenly pack up to go home. He’d keep you warm all night, and if you made it until morning surely the spell would break.

What he didn’t know was that you’d never even fallen asleep that night. That you’d barely even slept peacefully in two years.

“Y/n, just stay here.” He knelt, still fucked out and flushed, beside the door where you were gathering your clothes, “I’ll kiss you again, whatever you want.”

How many hours passed– minutes, maybe, from the time you rolled your eyes and finally took his hand, to reveling in the warmth of being tucked against his chest? Why was he so warm? Why’d you do it? Why’d you agree to stay?

Every now and then he would squeeze your waist with a sleepy arm and you’d panic, worried he knew you were awake. But the hand he used to draw lazy, windy spirals over and over along your back eventually fell limp and his breath went shallow.

Every now and then he’d murmur something airy and unintelligible.

Every now and then he’d shift in his sleep to get comfortable and his unconsciousness would remember your presence in his arms and stop his moving. His limbs must have been numb. His legs must have been cold from all the blankets you hoarded. He didn’t move. Even in his sleep he was too excited to sleep beside you to risk making you uncomfortable.

When the crow came, you pretended not to notice. You only decided to open your eyes when he began to rock you gently awake in his arms. He must have been too distracted to tell how deep your breathing was– how obvious it was you were awake. Distracted by what? Sleep? The crow? Your face? Was it worse thinking about the way you looked to him or was it worse– was it more pathetic– knowing you were too afraid to fall asleep next to him? You, a pillar, too afraid to sleep.

“Y/n? Hey…we have to go…c’mon, we have to go now. I’m sorry.”

How long did you let him whisper sweet things he would never say when you were awake?

How long did you let him stroke your hair?

At least until it was too unreasonable to pretend anyone could sleep through the racket of a crow in their window.

Not long enough to let your daydream put lives in danger.

Not long enough.

Why’d you do it?

“Ne..mi.”

You had every chance to go home after the mission.

Why’d you do it?

Why’d you come back? You couldn’t even last a month. Why’d you go back home with him? How’d he convince you to stay in the first place?

“Sane…mi..”

Was the demon good karma? Was the crow warning you not to be lulled to sleep in the arms of the man you loved? They gave you an escape. You wasted your chance.

Did you fight a demon tonight? Why did it hurt? Were you hurt? Were you warm? Of course the demon wasn’t karma. You were a pillar, of course you did your job. Of course you killed the demon. Of course you came back home. You were hurt. Of course you needed help. Where was Sanemi?

Why did it hurt?

Do your job Y/n, shut up and do your job.

Your shoulder? Are you bleeding? It’s cold. Are you home? It's wet. This must be the forest. Where’s Sanemi?

Do your job. Stop the bleeding.

“Y/n”

The demon broke through the tree line and suddenly you were pulling yourself up out of the dewy grass. Your sword was wrapped to your hand with the remanence of your haori– your white haori to match your master. Why weren’t you strong enough to hold it?

Fuck, what happened? When were you knocked unconscious? You took a second to size up your opponent, oozing orange from every orifice of its hole-filled body. The demon wriggled like a maggot and stood on two long legs, with a rounded head balancing at the very top. It’s body was riddled with those weeping, bleeding holes and you realized it must be the manifestation of rot.

You hadn't killed it. You never came home.

“Y/n!”

You tied your sword to your hand because your shoulder was injured. Right. Your shoulder, stop the bleeding! Your grip strength dwindled with every second, as did your consciousness. How did it hit you? What did it strike you with? Why did you dream of Sanemi?

And then it was suddenly on top of you–

Claws!

Claws and ooze filling another wound. It closed the gap too quickly and struck you clean through– through– through your stomach. Was it always this fast? Could you stop the bleeding? Stop the bleeding! Could you repair your shoulder? Please, you’re going to die! Could you make it back home to–

“Y/n!”

“Fuck!” You gasped and sat up so quickly Sanemi’s face got caught in the crossfire. He held his nose with a holler and stared at you from where he was kneeling.

Fuck. Where–

“Are you okay?!”

“Are you okay?!” You heaved and…heaved and heaved, “Am I…” and heaved, “am…” and heaved, “…where…”

You were in the middle of a splay of sheets and bedding. Against your skin was soft cotton, not grass. You bunched a pillow in your fist, not a sword. Blood stained the two futons underneath you. A hand cupped your face.

“Y/n what happened? What are you fighting?” Blood fell out of Sanemi’s nose like the goddamned tap, but his attention was set so firmly on you he didn’t notice. His head was cocked and his hands busied themselves wiping sweat from your brow and chest. He looked perfectly at home in such a wreck of a bedroom. Surrounded by torn and soiled sheets, staring with those wide intense eyes.

Blink damn you.

“Sanemi I’m so sorry, you’re bleeding everywhere.” He had to stop himself from throwing his head back in laughter. You cupped his face to wipe the blood from his nose out of his mouth, “This is not the kind of foreplay I–”

“Y/n stop!”

You weren’t gasping anymore.

“Stop deflecting, just talk to me.” He stopped his dabbing and snatched up your hands so they’d quit flitting around his face, “Are you okay?” And then he smiled with such concern it made you sick.

“I’m, I’m yeah, I…fine, I’m fine. We should really think of a..a um, a safe wor–”

“No jokes!”

Why was he smiling like that? How did he shout so loudly and look so soft at the same time?

“If–If I..” you murmured while he wiped his face with a pillowcase. He scooted closer to you. “If I don’t laugh about it, Sanemi…Sanemi I’ll just…”

“Try it. Just this once. What’s gonna happen?”

“I’ll…I’ll just…”

His grin relaxed, but didn’t disappear. It got even softer somehow, “You already got blood all over my favorite futon, what else could possibly go wrong?”

You jerked your hands away from his in a panic and clutched the gash in your shoulder. Warm blood soaked between your fingers and you realized the stains on the bedding weren’t from his bloody nose, but your injury from the mission earlier. Did you reopen it in your sleep– did you fall asleep?!

“That’s some pretty shoddy staunching.”

And then you started to cry.

He pressed his forehead against yours and sighed in relief, “Please let me help you.”

“N-Nemi I had such a terrible dream!” You let your face fall against his and wept into your nestled laps. You’d been plagued by nightmares since the start of your time in the corps, but had you ever let yourself cry about them in relief when you awoke?

“Sanemi I– I was alone! I’m sorry I ruined your sheets! I’m sorry I woke you up!”

You held your shoulder tightly to ward off the pain, until his hand took its place. It was impossible not to curl in on yourself. He’d lit a candle before you woke up to find the source of the bleeding and now the sun was starting to rise. It was impossible to hide from him with all that light. It was impossible to go back to sleep and you couldn’t run away.

“You’re safe here you messy fucker.”

You hiccuped softly as he began to wrap the wound in torn sheets. He pulled you into his lap to tie off the temporary bandage and let you linger even after he finished. You sniffled onto his soft, bare shoulder. He nestled into your shaking bloody one.

“Is this why you never spent the night?”

You could hear him speaking in your very bones from how deeply he sank into the crook of your neck. When you caught your breath, you made sure to reply softly against the shell of his ear, the spot where he was so sensitive.

“I never spent the night ‘cos I know how loudly you snore.”

He scoffed in frustration, but held you tighter. You wrapped your legs around his hips and steadied your breath into the warm skin of his bicep. This was better than having to look him in those wide worried eyes. You could talk later.

“I must have been…pretty tired to fall asleep with someone next to me.”

Was it a relief to wake up next to somebody for a change? You yawned as if to answer your own question.

“You sure it’s not just because you’ve got a thing for me?”

You still wanted to run away, but did the thought of staying make your heart clench in fear?

“Y/n? Hey?” Sanemi squeezed your hips. He dragged his fingertips down your back and peered at the world through your hair. A gentle snore escaped your mouth.

Clenching in fear? Nah, not now.

He leaned back a little so that your sleeping body could slump against him and chuckled as the sun finally crested the mountains outside his window. Blood dripped down his chest from his face and your shoulder, but he laid back anyway, determined to let you finally sleep peacefully even if it was bloody and sprawled on top of him. Even if you still smelled like orange goo.

Yeah, you could talk later.

part two >>

#sfw #sanemi x reader #slowly falling for this gentleman #oops i mean gremlin #kny #fluff #angst #fic

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Trollhunters : Rise of The Titans [Rika’s Version!]

AIGHT SO THIS IS WHAT SHOULD’VE FREAKIN’ HAPPENED --

The movie starts a year after Wizards. We see Douxie, Archie, and Nari all settled in Metro City. Douxie managed to get a dinky little apartment and works two jobs. He comes home after a long day to Nari and Archie.

Maybe Nari’s running around chasing after Archie. Maybe the two of them are curled up on the couch and snoozing. Douxie smiles softly, petting Archie’s head and gently brushes Nari’s hair out of her face. Maybe Nari was singing to one of her plants and just beams when Douxie walks through the door. Just Magical Siblings and Their Therapy Cat fluff.

But that night, Douxie wakes up. Something feels very, very wrong. Nari feels it, too.

Cut to the door to their apartment being busted right through, flames quickly consuming the threshold. To Douxie’s horror, it’s the Arcane Order and he immediately goes on the offensive. This is the first display in the movie of Douxie’s strength as a Master Wizard, his proficiency and skill with his magic as he holds his own against Bellroc and Skrael as he did in Wizards. He tells Archie to take Nari and run but neither of them want to leave him behind. Archie instead fights beside Douxie, urging for Nari to escape while she can. Nari’s reluctant because Douxie and Archie have become so precious to her.

When it looks like they’re about to be done in, Archie wills himself to transform into a huge dragon, taking Douxie and Nari into his claws and flying out of there, busting straight out of the apartment. But not before giving Bellroc and Skrael a thrashing with his tail. They manage to give the Order the slip. For now.

Archie quickly loses steam from holding such a form and crashes on the outskirts of the city, transforming back into a cat. Douxie cradles him in his arms. Nari tends to their wounds with her magic, looking forlorn.

Douxie frantically dials a number on his phone.

“Claire? Claire it’s me...” A column of fire erupts in the distance. A shot of Douxie, Archie, and Nari huddled close. “They found us.”

Trollhunters : Rise of the Titans Title Screen

The scene fades in on the new and improved Camelot, where the Lakes are staying. We see Jim spending time with his mother and Walter and it’s lovely. We see a hint of Jim’s trauma when he’s cooking and looks at his reflection in a spatula. He flinches away. He doesn’t want to look at himself. Barbara comforts him, a tender heartfelt moment between them.

Claire then emerges from a shadow portal with grim news : The Arcane Order have found Douxie and Nari.

Jim gathers his friends. Claire shadow portals them all to Douxie, who’s found shelter in a hut Nari made from tree roots. Douxie’s cast a barrier to hide their presence, though it won’t last long.

It’s a really sweet and awesome reunion. Douxie gives Claire and Steve big hugs. Nari bounds up to Toby and holds his hand. Jim, Krel, and Douxie have a “good to see you again, bro” moment between them. Aaarrgh licks his lips at the sight of Archie.

It’s here that Douxie gives the deets on what’s happened. As they begin to figure out a way to keep Nari safe and away from the Order, Nari suddenly says, “No.”

After almost losing Douxie and Archie, her new family, Nari decides enough is enough. She wants to face her corrupted siblings head-on. To not only protect the world, but her newfound friends.

Douxie understandably protests. But Nari, gentle but resolute, tells him she’s made up her mind. No more running.

And so, Douxie acquiesces.

Cue the sequence/fight scene on the train!

Nari realizes what Douxie’s doing when it’s too late. They switch bodies and Douxie’s taken away by the Order.

“Douxie, I’m so sorry...I couldn’t save her,” Claire laments.

Nari, in Douxie’s body, “N-no...No, I am fine. But Douxie...Douxie!”

Everyone’s like, “Oh no” but then oof, they all get arrested.

The police department scene! With Krel and the Blanks busting everyone out.

Now, we find ourselves back on Camelot where Jim’s being attended to by Walter and Barbara after waking up from a nightmare. Bellroc’s words torment him : “Without your Amulet, you are nothing but a frightened! Little!! BOY!!!”

Walter suggests Jim should lay low, let his friends handle things. Jim reaches a real low point here. Claire provides some comfort. Hand in hand, they make their way to the Round Table, where everyone’s licking their wounds.

Blinky explains to them that the Order wants to awaken the Titans and need all three members of the Order to do so. While everyone’s relieved that Nari’s safe, Douxie’s now in the Order’s clutches and they want to figure out a way to save him.

Nari, sad and grim, says that Douxie’s spell will eventually wear off.

“He is, as humans say, buying us time...”

Cut to Douxie (in Nari’s body) with the Order. Douxie doesn’t make a sound, not wanting to give anything away. They try the ritual and when it fails, Bellroc and Skrael quickly suspect foul play. They realize that Nari isn’t Nari and proceed to forcefully, painfully, undo Douxie’s spell.

Douxie wakes up, back in his own body. He’s swarmed by his friends, all overcome with relief that he’s alright, but it’s short-lived. The Order has Nari.

Douxie manages to recall where the Order took him. Before they head out, a downtrodden Jim says he should stay behind, going back to the bed chamber. Claire goes to talk to him, but Douxie stops her.

“Let’s give him some space,” Douxie says gently, though he looks just as concerned for Jim. “In the meantime,” he summons his staff, “we’ll hunt the Order down, put a stop to their schemes, and bring Nari home.”

Everyone heads to the warehouse-train track place (I forgot what it was called rip). Just then, Aja comes flying in, having been contacted by Krel. The Tarron siblings have a sweet, wholesome, long-awaited reunion. Also Staja and Creepslayerz reunited!

Aja cautions Steve about the whole seventh kiss-pregnancy thing and he quickly decides that, yeah no, he’s not quite ready for that. His Alien Queen Muffin (or whatever the heck he called her) is back and that’s all that matters to him. Also wtf Eli’s hot and taller than him now.

There’s a cute moment of Douxie and Aja really meeting for the first time. Aja recognizes him.

“Oh! You were the hand-reading waiter boy!”

Upon hearing she’s a Queen, Douxie’s Medieval chivalry kicks in and he bows at the waist.

“The name’s Hisirdoux, Your Majesty.” After Aja butchers his name, he says “Douxie” will do just fine.

Nomura abruptly reminds them they don’t have time for pleasantries. They get to it. Douxie figures out the sigil and the illusion fades, revealing the Order performing their ritual with a brainwashed Nari. They’re unable to stop it and the Order members teleport away to join with their respective Titans. We see each of the Titans rising.

The Arcadia Gang regroups back on Camelot to form a plan. Jim, discouraged and deeply troubled, is leaning over a rail, head in his hands. Douxie comes up beside him, silent.

Jim eventually asks how things went. When Douxie tells him they failed and the Titans have risen, Jim feels even more powerless and guilt-ridden.

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry, I couldn’t...I can’t do anything. Without the Amulet I’m not the Trollhunter anymore and I’m just...useless--”

Douxie cuts him off, putting a hand on Jim’s shoulder.

“Jim. That’s not true. Do you remember what I told you? That our strength doesn’t come from special trinkets. Our strength...” Douxie finally gets Jim to look at him, “comes from our friends. From each other. All of us together. That includes you.”

“But...without my Amulet how can I do anything--”

Douxie smiles gently. “By being true to yourself, Jim. As we, your friends, are true to you.”

Just then, Claire joins them and asks if Jim’s okay. Jim smiles as Douxie ruffles his hair.

“I will be. Thanks.”

Jim, Claire, and Douxie find everyone arguing at the Round Table. Aja is wanting to evacuate everyone off of Earth, to which Blinky protests. Everyone just keeps going back and forth until Jim yells for them to stop.

Time to divide and conquer, cutting back and forth between each battle with the Titans.

Aja, Krel, Steve, and Eli tackle the Fire Titan.

Blinky, Toby, and Nomura handle the Ice Titan, with Walter and Barbara steering Camelot.

Jim, Claire, Douxie, and Aaarrgh go for the Earth Titan. Douxie’s hoping to get through to Nari and break her free from the Order’s control.

Aja and Krel fight the Fire Titan side by side on their hoverboard. Steve and Eli help civilians off the bridge and keep them safe.

Varvatos Vex in his giant robo mech incoming, along with a handful of Akiridion warships.

The Fire Titan proves to be too powerful and defeats Varvatos’ robot, melting down the Akiridion troops in the process. Aja and Krel are knocked down from their hoverboard. They and Varvatos retreat as the Fire Titan continues to burn a path towards its destination.

Toby and Nomura attempt to zipline their way to the Ice Titan to take down Skrael with Akiridion bombs. When the rope fails, Walter extends his wings to save them, but his wings quickly freeze.

Nomura grabs the bombs and sacrifices herself, bidding a heartwrenching farewell to Toby and her longtime friend, thanking them both. She asks Toby to tell Jim she said goodbye. Ever agile, Nomura scales the Ice Titan and detonates the bombs.

But to everyone’s horror, the Ice Titan only puts itself back together. Walter sinks to his knees. Toby throws down his helmet. Their friend sacrificed herself for nothing.

Aaarrgh is charging after the Earth Titan, Douxie, Jim, and Claire hanging onto his back. Claire shadow portals the three of them onto the Titan’s back. Douxie begins to plead with Nari, even as she constricts him with vines.

Douxie manages to grab her hand. He begins to break the mind-control with his magic, still calling out to Nari as he’s losing the ability to breathe.

Douxie’s voice reaches her and she breaks free. Nari frantically asks where she is, if she hurt him or his friends. Douxie, overcome with relief, just embraces her.

“You’re here with us, Nari...You’re here with us.”

Nari assures them they have a Titan on their side now. They receive communication from the Tarrons, who warn them that the Ice Titan is getting close to Arcadia.

No time to wonder why Skrael’s headed there. Claire makes a massive shadow portal to Arcadia (the field trip scene!), taking Nari’s Titan with them. Nari tries to reason with Skrael, but he’s having none of it.

NARI VS SKRAEL COMMENCE!

The Tarrons and Creepslayerz arrive on scene. Douxie boards Aja’s hoverboard and together they fire lazers and magic at the Ice Titan. Varvatos dashes and slashes his way up the Titan. Claire, Jim, Krel, Steve, and Eli work to rescue the school bus from getting crushed.

Well, it does get crushed but thankfully everyone made it off. Then, Archie comes flying in with his father, Charlemagne. Charlie flies all the students and Coach to safety. Archie joins Douxie in the air, blasting Skrael with fire.

“C’mon and face the music, Skrael!!!” Douxie summons Spellcaster and starts shredding.

Enraged, Skrael releases a devastating burst of magic that knocks Douxie, Aja, and Varvatos away. Nari seizes the opportunity to impale Skrael’s Titan, but not before Nari’s fatally wounded by him in return. Both Titans collapse.

Douxie runs to Nari, desperately calling her name. She’s on the ground, dying. Everyone gathers around, devastated. Douxie holds Nari in his arms. Archie nuzzles Nari’s arm, tears forming in his eyes. Douxie’s already crying.

“No..No, no, Nari, please...” Douxie holds her hand. “Nari, don’t go, please...!”

“It is okay, Douxie...Do not be sad...”

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry, I said I would protect you...” Douxie leans down, almost touching his forehead to hers (it’s Harry and Dobby y’all). His tears fall onto her face. “I said I would protect you...!”

“You did something greater, Douxie...” Nari squeezes his hand. Tears of her own roll down her cheeks. “You gave me a home. And many, many friends....” Douxie sobs harder, holding her close. “You saved me, Douxie...” She’s beginning to fade. She smiles, her eyes closing. “Thank you...Thank...”

Nari fades, wisps of magic and flower petals slipping through Douxie’s fingers. Douxie wails, Archie pressing close. Jim and Claire lay their hands on his shoulders. Claire hugs him.

Krel is then alerted that the Fire Titan is also on the move towards Arcadia.

Everyone reconvenes on Camelot. They all mourn the deaths of Nomura and Nari.

They learn that Bellroc is headed towards Arcadia, the center of the universe, because that’s where the last Heartstone is. If at least one Titan reaches the Heartstone, the world will be wiped clean.

Before they head out, Douxie and the Tarrons present Jim with a brand new Amulet, forged from magic and Akiridion technology. That, and the stone in which Excaliber lodged itself. Douxie encourages Jim to try once more.

Jim steps up on the stone, gazing fondly at his friends around him. They all place their hands on the stone in support. Jim pulls Excaliber from the stone. Everyone cheers for him.

Douxie’s seen texting someone.

FINAL SHOWDOWN IN ARCADIA

Bellroc is seen making their way towards the Heartstone. But what stands between them and the prize is the Guardians of Arcadia.

Charlemagne, Archie, and Walter soar above. Blinky and Aaarrgh lead an army of trolls. More Akiridion fleets arrive, Aja and Krel at the helm. Varvatos has a brand new robo, too.

Bellroc sneers at their defiance and summons an army of their own : hundreds of big rocky lava monsters.

BATTLE OF THE MOST EPIC OF PROPORTIONS IS A GO.

Trolls are punching, Akiridions are blasting, magicians are casting.

JIM SUITS UP WITH HIS NEW ARMOR AND EXCALIBER AND IS LIKE DON’T THINK BECOMIN’ FOR YA BELLROC FOR THE GOOD OF AAAAAAAALL

Douxie conjures up a spell to send that boy flying onto that Fire Titan.

Toby and Aaarrgh slam and hammer their way through fiery goons. Claire and Aja team up to take down the opposition, noting they should get lunch together sometime. Charlemagne tears through the enemies with his claws and wings. Krel and the Creepslayerz flail about and kick tail anyway.

Our heroes all cover one another and play off of each other’s strengths and it’s beautiful.

When Douxie’s about to get smothered by lava fists, there’s a flash of lightening and the monsters vaporize.

Douxie turns to see Zoe with a brigade of hedge wizards. Douxie’s immediately bowled over, smitten.

“About time you showed up...,” Douxie says, in a daze cause wow Zoe’s so pretty.

“Oh, you’ve got a lot of nerve --” Explosions. More lava monsters. Zoe sighs and pats Douxie’s cheek. “Ugh, focus, you big sap!”

The pair are unstoppable together, mowing down the lava monsters in powerful bursts of blue and pink.

DOUXIE’S EYES GO BLUE AND ZOE’S EYES GO PINK EPIC AVATAR STATE RINGS OF MAGIC AS THEY DECIMATE THEIR FOES WITH ROCK MUSIC BLARING YESSSS

And well, Douxie can’t help himself and gives Zoe a good long smooch after they’ve destroyed half of Bellroc’s army.

Toby in the distance : HOW LONG HAS THAT BEEN A THING?????

Archie just groans.

And meanwhile, Jim’s finally facing off with Bellroc. After having one of the most badass fights in the franchise, Jim comes out on top, skewering Bellroc in the stomach with Excaliber.

AND BOOM THEY DID IT GUYS EARTH IS SAVED.

....But not without great cost.

Toby’s been mortally wounded, crushed by the falling pieces of the Fire Titan. There’s the tearful, heartbreaking moment Jim has to say goodbye to his best friend, the one who was there with him through it all.

“We did it, Jimbo...We did it...”

Jim holds Toby in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Claire holds Jim and weeps beside him. Aaarrgh is in hysterics but is calmed to pained whimpers by Blinky. The Arcadia Gang grieves, feeling the painful weight of losing the friends they held so dear....Nomura, Nari, and now Toby.

Time Skip/Montage

Douxie found a proper apartment in Arcadia. He keeps a potted plant with those distinct pink flowers, the flowers Nari loved, on his windowsill. Smiles softly at them every time.

Scenes of Mary with Darci as she mourns. Steve and Eli hanging out. Douxie and Krel jamming, Krel creating beats and Douxie riffing on his guitar. Aja and Claire going on that lunch date. Archie taking a nap on top of Aaarrgh. Walter playing classical music.

It’s taken a while, but Jim’s starting to feel a little bit better. Douxie, Krel, Steve, and Eli came over for some bro time. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Douxie gives Jim a hug.

The final scene is a picnic at everyone’s favorite spot in Arcadia with a single bench and an awesome view of the town.

Aja and Steve are cuddling. Krel and Eli play with a frisbee. Blinky, Aaarrgh, and Varvatos laugh around a table. Douxie and Zoe, holding hands, are having a lively chat with Claire. Jim serves up a huge plate of enchiladas.

Walter and Barbara announce their engagement. Everyone celebrates.

EMOTIONAL SPEECH VOICEOVER TIME.

Aja, Varvatos, and Eli depart back to Akiridion-5. Steve honks into a tissue. Krel pats him on the back as he waves to his sister.

Barbara kisses Jim on the forehead before going home with Walter.

Zoe kisses Douxie on the cheek and heads off.

Steve and Krel are the next to go.

Douxie, Archie around his shoulders, pulls both Jim and Claire into a hug before leaving.

Blinky gives Jim a hug. Aaarrgh nuzzle him, looking sad.

Jim and Claire hold hands and sit on the bench, gazing out at the town.

EMOTIONAL SPEECH VOICEOVER ENDS T_T

The End.

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Jealous and protective Rowan and oblivious Aelin in a modern established relationship au

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The beach. The sea. Them.

Synopsis: Modern AU where Rowan and Aelin finally get a deserved vacation. But he isn't enjoying all the attention given to his wife during the first day of it.

Rated: T

Warnings: implied sexual content. If I forgot anything, let me know.

Words: 1700+ (oneshot).

1/1

It was their first time back at the beach after being married.

The life of a military couple was hectic, to say the least, but Rowan and Aelin were rather used to the chaos. This explained why Rowan found himself alone in bed on the first morning of their vacation. Although his wife had always been a late riser, he knew better than anyone how hard it was to break their routine and if he himself hadn’t take medicine to fall asleep, he wouldn’t probably have slept at all.

Not bothering to properly dress, Rowan moved to the kitchen only to find it empty. Did she go grocery shop? But to his surprise not only was the fridge completely packed, but three sandwiches also topple each other on a plate next to a note.

Good morning princess, did you sleep well? Not even a true love kiss was able to break from the evil medicine spell. I’m training on the beach. Join me… Or not, if you feel like sleeping throughout the entirety of our vacation.

Love,

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius.

Rowan didn’t even feel the smile that broke through him. God, I love her. Of course, she was training. His wife always called him a workaholic and a military freak, only to always prove herself one. The food was warm enough for her not to have left for too long. And in half an hour Rowan found himself heading to their hotel gym.

Where was Aelin?

He had circulated the gym area twice without success in the mission of joining his wife. Could she be at the beach? It wouldn’t be a surprise. Aelin loves the sea, the sunny weather, and the heat on her skin.

Eight years ago, if someone said to Rowan that there were people who loved those things, he would have straight-out laughed in their faces. He couldn’t anymore. He had learned to appreciate each of these unlike anyone else.

Rowan loved the smile Aelin would have while watching the sea, loved the glow her eyes would reflect under the sun’s light, loved the heat from Aelin’s heart.

His wife had changed each perspective he had in his life.

And while at the beach, once again he asked himself how the hell, he was deserving of the woman he married to?

Aelin was coming out of the sea, dressed in a swimsuit that covered a lot more of what he was used to seeing, looking like the sea god herself had descended in the mortal world to bestow her beauty upon mortals. Thus, Rowan was hindered breathless and as soon as their eyes locked up, he could listen to her thoughts through them.

“Are you delight with the view?”

And the smile that broke in her lips made his knees go weak. She pointed to a small pile of clothes at his right and he could recognize the tennis beside it. As soon as they met Rowan girdled his arm around her hips and kissed her.

“Missed me much?” Aelin asked holding a smirk while still in his arms. Her turquoise eyes nailed on his green-forest ones. The only answer she received was a grunt and a heavy head dropping in her shoulder. “You know you could use words, rather than growling like a beast”, which made Aelin feel the smile coming from her husband, she could picture it too: the perfect set of teeth accompanied by two fangs that were borderline not-human, which had left so many marks on last night's activities, she had almost come to the beach in a diver suit.

“I can’t be bothered. There are a lot of more interesting things to do with my mouth… And my tong…”, Rowan’s impure statement was interrupted by the sound of Aelin’s phone ring, it took a moment for the woman to snap out of the mood her husband had put them in. Poor object, it earned a glare that, if possible, would have transformed it into ashes.

“Oh hi!... Yes, of course, I’m coming… Right, next to the bar… Yes, be there in a few”, she said on the phone friendly. With whom she could have made prior appointments?

“Where are you going?”, Rowan asked confused, involuntarily holding her tighter, Aelin didn’t hide the smile at her husband's unwillingness.

“WE are going to a functional training, apparently the hotel holds them every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday”, she said while putting on a pair of shorts and her tennis, Rowan just nodded in answer.

Once they were in the central area, the closer location between the hotel’s pools and the beach, the equipment could already be seen as well as 10 people roaming around it. Soon enough a man came up to them greeting Aelin, too friendly to Rowan’s likeness, although he could only spot the top of his head.

“Miss Galathnyius, it’s good to have you with us today”, the strange said while avoiding looking at Rowan’s side but he did not miss a beat.

“It’s Mrs.” his accented and low voice seemed to reverberate, earning him an alarmed glance from the instructor, as he had taken from his clothes and name tag.

“Yes, of course. Mr. and Mrs. Galathnyius it’s a pleasure to have both of you here”, the smaller man seemed ready to bolt as he alternated his looks from Rowan’s face tattoo and Aelin’s mirth-filled eyes, she just nodded and that was very well what he did. She knew it wasn’t jealousy from her husband, more like his inability to not correct a mistaken person.

Oh, how wrong she was.

…

Half an hour throughout the class, Rowan was calculating how much trouble would he be if he were to beat three civilians. As the training was open to anyone at the beach, around fifteen more people had come to enjoy the activities. Including a group of four men, who seem too inclined to help Aelin with her training.

Which had made Rowan seeing red since he heard the first suggestion in correcting Aelin’s posture during a core exercise. Whilst his wife seemed completed oblivious as not only agreed to a few suggestions and gave tips of her own. Rowan didn’t mind that both were right.

Nonetheless, at each suggestion made by a stranger, Rowan would casually assert his territory. Moving closer to Aelin, helping her with the weights and holding her during an exercise that required it. Of course, there was the possibility that none of the people participating held any second intentions towards his wife and were only trying to be helpful. He seriously doubted it, even though that was what Aelin seem to think.

Usually, Rowan had never been one to bluntly be jealous and if he found it necessary to discuss attitude with someone, he wouldn’t do it in front of Aelin. But he’d gone apeshit when one of the guys from before made a move to touch her while he went to grab for water. Fuck this. He had been by her side every single moment. What’s with these disrespectful motherfuckers?

The man whose hands extended to help Aelin in moving the piece on her waist only caught a movement in corner of his eyes before a mountain of a man was before him. His eyes caught a glimpse of a wicked tattoo on the man’s face, which had been hidden by the cap he was using.

Rowan’s intimidating demeanor and the fucking gold ring in his and hers left hands were more than enough for assholes to grasp the situation.

She is mine, I’m hers. Fuck off.

Either it was the rings or himself didn’t matter. Apparently, with one look everybody understood his warning.

…

However, nine hours later, he’d been left baffled as his wife complained how, after he glued himself to her side, nobody had talked or interacted with her anymore.

“Well, if you weren’t such a territorial bastard today, we could have made some friends that could introduce us to the town”, she said as they had clearly lost themselves while looking for a Japanese restaurant.

“I beg your pardon?”, Rowan answered seeing red all over again just from remembering the previous event.

“Oh, come on, you thought I did notice? You were just asserting your territory for the heck of it”, she said not bothering with more than an eye roll, still searching the street’s name on their map.

“For the heck of it?”, Rowan was bewildered. Aelin thought he was doing that out of leisure?

“You couldn’t possibly be jealous of those guys from the beach, right?”, she said finally dropping the stupid map that had put them in their current predicament and looking straight into his eyes. Whatever she saw there gave Rowan his favorite smile. “You were….”, she laughed, loud and uncaring. Beautiful. “You are unbelievable”.

Like the viper his wife was, she stealthy approached him in that dark alley. “My cranky husband was jealous of some gym dudes?”, her voice was surrounded by arrogance and seductiveness. Reminding Rowan just who he had married with. The most confident, assertive, dazzling woman he had ever met.

Their eyes were locked on each other as she stalked him like a snake ready to consume her prey. His response to her provocation was nothing more than a grunt. “You know what you should have done?... You could have kissed me right there, ravished me, really… And I would’ve said thank you”.

After many years into their relationship, one would think that Rowan had become numb to Aelin’s advances. However, it was very much the opposite of it. He would be scandalized, shocked… And excited, she burned him with bold words and even bolder actions that made his head spin. His calloused hand didn’t miss one second into holding Aelin’s by her backside and his mouth went to her neck.

“Ditch dinner, Fireheart, I will show you what I would like to have done”, Rowan could feel Aelin’s thundering heartbeat, like his own due to their proximity. It would never lie to him, he affected her just as she did him.

“Oh, why, when you say with such gentleness. I suppose we could make something at home”, she smoothed her hand at Rowan’s ringed finger each word, handing him a bright smile by the end. “I love you”, albeit the sentence was said in a soft tone, it swept bothering feelings between the two, such as sea waves that accompanied their evening.

“To whatever end”, he said holding her left hand and as they walked toward the ocean. Free, unrestricted, and vast. Much like their love.

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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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Thorn pt3

Summary: Three is a crowd, isn’t it?

a/n: I have no excuse for how horny this got aside from @littleredwing89 gave me way too many ideas. Thanks to my wifey, @catxsnow, and @lucy-roo for proof reading to see if it was horny enough.

warnings: The kinks I recall putting: degredation, praise kink, threesome, gloves, gun kink, face fucking, double penetration, spanking, sex pollen (dub con on that), brief thigh riding, bondage, anal, fingering, voyeurism, still semi public sex, overstimulation, and probably something I forgot

“March, you’ve been requested,” Anthony says, giving you a strange weary look. The faint cocktail of pity and worry edging into his amicable features makes your stomach do somersaults. Your insides curl into an ugly shape as you fall into step with him. Anthony holds his arm out to you as he always does when he escorts you. You take it. You cling to him cautiously. You catalog Anthony’s vitals and gestures. There’s a tightness in his jaw that unsettles you. Anthony puts a comforting hand on your arm and you can feel the thin film of sweat layering it. In all your months of working here at the Thorn, this was the tensest Anthony had been.

You roll your shoulders. You shake your head and chide yourself for over-analyzing the situation. “Tony, you’re acting like you’re handing me off to the mafia,” you laugh lightly into his side. You feel Anthony’s whole body stiffen and you feel apprehension cascade over you. He breathes for a second but doesn’t stop walking.

“No, it’s the client that worries me.”

You snort. It was an ugly sound but it made a smile twitch onto Anthony’s lips. The lines of his eyes soften when he looks at you and you feel your smile broaden. “Is Mr.Wilson in a bad mood?” you joke, settling your head against his shoulder in casual affection. That asshole always seems to be in a good mood when he’s teasing you. He did get rough with you when he was in a bad mood but it was nothing you couldn’t handle or enjoy. You trail your hands over your jaw and your pulse where he likes to leave marks

“About that… you have a different client today.”

This makes you pause. Your mind stalls.

A different client?

You repeat the words til they sink in. The thing about your weeks working in the Thorn was that you’ve never been requested by anyone but your favorite pirate. You’re not sure whether it’s due to the lack of demand or through Slade’s machinations. It was likely the latter. The man was possessive. The man would use hickeys to spell out his name on your skin if he wasn’t too busy making you scream it over and over.

“A new client?” you stammer out unable to hide your surprise. You walk beside his falling a little behind as your step falters. You shrink into yourself, smoothing over your panic.

“March, you’ll need to behave yourself,” Anthony scolds halfheartedly.

You pout at him. “I always do.”

Anthony laughs, an easy sound that makes your stomach twist into the correct shape.

“But seriously, this client is a wealthy businessman who doesn’t like to hear no. Please don’t test his patience.’”

“You’ve just described most of our clients. Tony babe, please be more specific,” you say sharply leaning against his shoulder. He gives you a secret smile.

“Fair point,” he laughs into his gloved hand. His posture shifts, relaxing ever so slightly, “Unfortunately for you, this is one of the wealthier ones that the bossman would like to keep.”

“That so?”

“The thing is he’s actually been requesting you for weeks now.”

For the second time that day, your heart stalls. Your mind reels, scraping over the information. “He’s been requesting me?” And somehow, you’re only hearing about this now? You decide to leave that part out knowing you wouldn’t like the answer. You’re not even sure if you’d like the answer to the former either.

“This gentleman has been requesting you for weeks,” he repeats slowly as if the problem with his statement had been its pace. He clearly meant for it to clarify things but … it didn’t. You tell him as much with a raise of your manicured brow. You blink dumbly at him for emphasis. Anthony volleys it with his own confused look before explaining further.

"Approval just came in last minute from Mr. Wilson."

Ah. Of course, that slugfucker had something to do with this. You should have known something was up when he'd given a call this morning.

"I have something for you, kitten."

Your skin heats up, you're suddenly all too aware of what you're wearing. Slade had been generous enough to send you a special lingerie set as a gift with instructions for you to wear it that night. Wrapped in delicate chiffon was a set of black lacy lingerie with black crotchless panties attached to black stockings. You wanted to scream. Your skin flushes.

"All the requests for you have to be approved by Mr. Wilson," Anthony says like it was obvious.

Oh, because, of course, he can. You feel your irritation overtake your shyness.

"Can I please get a name for my mystery gentleman?"

Anthony shakes his head at your poor attempt at puppy dog eyes. "Sorry, darling, he'd said a regular detective like you would like the mystery." You try your best to keep the fear and surprise off of your face. That meant whoever this was knew you outside the club.

This was not good.

You bite your cheek, trying to dampen your panic. You close your eyes trying to remember the client list you'd read all those weeks ago but you can't seem to recall anyone who would know your civilian identity.

“Ladies first,” Anthony says, waving you in. You snort quietly, stepping in and folding your body into something remotely seductive. You would think you’d learned to be seductive by now but apparently, the fidgety type is more their taste. Luckily for you, you are naturally fidgety.

On the plush couch is Roman Sionis.

Whatever oxygen is left in your lungs is knocked out of you.

The feeling occupying your stomach at that moment was the same feeling you get when your car careens into the wrong part of the road because of some idiot on the road. The most obvious emotion at the moment was a mix of fear and shock but if you have time to dissect the feeling, you will find a well of anger. You manifest this anger through a confused look you give both Anthony and Slade.

“Kitten,” Slade greets smoothly, tipping his glass towards you.

You fix Slade with a caustic look, your mouth gaping like a fish. He shrugs at you. He takes another sip of his scotch and winks at you. Your mouth wires shut into a frown.

“Now look, kitten, my associate here wants to play with you,” Slade says tipping his glass to Roman who looked smug enough to make you contemplate punching him. “I’ve allowed it on one condition,” your breath hitches, “I watch.”

You open your mouth to protest. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, kitten,” Slade purrs. You bristle or maybe shiver. You can’t tell but you’re pretty sure you’re pissed.

"You're a little tense, Sweetheart," Roman drawls, raising a flute of champagne. You scowl at him with the same venomous intensity as you directed at Slade. Your eyes flick between him and the glass. You sigh. You can't be sober for this. You just can't. You grab the flute from his hand and quietly note the smug satisfaction on his face. You shake your head and down the bottle.

Blearily, you hear Slade dismiss Anthony. Why was your head suddenly swimming? Your ears are ringing. Your skin's too hot. Your breathing's fast. Your skin prickles. You need to be touched. You want someone to touch you.

"What did you give me?" you ask, legs wobbling.

Roman shifts in his seat, leaning forward. His hands wave in a wish-washy kind of motion that normally would irritate you but your mind is occupied with his fingers and how well they could fill you up-

"What did you give me?" you pant out rather than bark. Your voice is so breathy and desperate.

"Just something to help you loosen up, Doll." This causes you to take stock of your body. You're hot. Unbearably so. You're sensitive. Your core is aching. You're so horny.

You force in a deep breath before speaking. "Sex pollen?"

"Bingo!" Roman claps. "You really are a regular sherlock aren't you, sweetheart?" You snarl but the bite is taken out of it by the shiver induced by the pet name. You flick your eyes to Slade who seems mildly surprised but unopposed to the turn of events.

"Do you like Isleys' newest formula? She said it was one of her most potent batches and I knew I just had to test it out."

"You could have just tested it on yourself, asshat."

"Now, what would be the fun in that?" You shudder at the low playful tone of his voice. He sneers, leaning back. His posture is open as if to say you were no threat to him. With the wobbling of your limbs, you doubt you could be even if you wanted to. As he leans back, he pats his knee. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

You clench and unclench your fist and wire your jaw shut. Your mouth is watering at the thought of how he would use you but the modicum of pride you had left insisted that you don’t scramble towards him on your hands and knees. You place a hand on your hip cocking your head to the side as you slowly walk towards him. You feel Slade’s intense gaze following the sway of your hips. You can feel the coil in your stomach grow tighter. Your walls clench on nothing. The clicking of your heels is loud enough to make your heart stutter every other beat. You see Roman’s brow tick with every click. He likely was not expecting this much control from you. You allow yourself a smirk before dropping to your knees.

Slade’s eye follows you as you sink down to the floor. You knead Roman’s thighs the way Slade usually liked it, your skilled hands massaging and loosening the muscles. Your effort earns you a pleased rumble from Roman and a severe look from Slade. If he’s planning to be a voyeur, you’re planning to give him a show.

Roman leans forward, running a gloved thumb over your lips, smearing your lip gloss. “Wilson here says you’re a good girl, Sweetheart.” The hungry look in his eyes causes a shiver to run down your spine, ravaging your body. “Let’s see if he’s right.”

Roman pulls back and you push forward, sliding hands over his dress pants. Your nimble fingers make quick work of Roman’s belt and zipper when something cold presses against your forehead. Your heart races at the telltale click of the safety being released and you freeze. The cold muzzle of the gun slides down your forehead to your nose before settling against your glossy lips. Self-preservation coils around your spine telling you to pull back and kick the gun away. You take a deep breath dampening the urge which isn’t too difficult considering the unbearable heat shooting through your core.

“You know what to do, baby.”

Tentatively, you open your lips letting Roman slide the barrel of the gun into your mouth. It’s the contrast in temperature that hits you first. Cold metal presses against your hot tongue. Then it’s the odd, hard angles that has your tongue fluttering uselessly against the strange object. The scent of metal overwhelms you when you open your mouth wide enough to let the gun press against the back of your throat. The combination of sensations have your eyes stinging with tears. This isn’t the biggest you’ve had to take in your mouth- your eyes flick briefly to Slade- but it’s an entirely different kind of experience and you're not entirely sure you would call it unpleasant. You pant around the metal, saliva dribbling down your chin. You close your lips around the gun sucking on it and making an odd slurping sound around it as your lips work to massage the gun. Roman smiles down at you and begins fucking the gun in and out of your mouth like he would using his cock.

The thought of his cock makes your eyes flutter and your walls tighten. You suck at it and rock your hips in rhythm with the gun. Your cheeks are hot whether from the embarrassment, the pollen, or your own arousal. There’s a pressure against your bare pussy that has you shaking. It’s leathery and it takes your mind all but two seconds to realize it’s Roman’s shoe pressing against your core. You moan around the gun as you grind down on his shoe chasing your own high.

“What a good little slut,” he sneers, fucking your mouth roughly, “Wilson’s got you well trained.” The pressure against your crotch has you keening around the gun.

In your periphery, you hear a pleased hum from Slade. The single-minded focus both men have on you has you moaning and humping against Roman’s shoe. Drool streaks down your chin drawing attention to your already glistening chest. Roman fucks the gun roughly in and out of your mouth, the trigger clipping your bottom lip as he takes it out. There’s a damp spot on his crotch and you’re panting wanting to chase your own high but your hips slow their movement, patiently waiting for further instruction. Your mind is too hazy to deal with how out of character this was. A slow smile spreads across Roman’s features as he runs his hands through his hair. He presses his shoe against your sopping cunt. “Go on, sweetheart. Daddy wants to see you cum.” You rock your needy pussy against his shoe as you get lost in the pleasure. You cum, drenching his shoe with your desire.

The world falls into place again as you lean against Roman’s leg.

“I told you that mouth of hers was worth the price of admission,” Slade says smugly as he takes another sip of his whiskey.

“Hmmm, I’m not convinced,” Roman grunts, gripping your chin, roughly. “Get up, sweetheart.” You follow his instructions and slide yourself onto his lap. You settle yourself on one of his thighs, the thick muscle pressing against you. You bite your lip to hold back any obscene sounds. You begin to rock your hips-

“Your bra,” he says, loosening his tie. You unhook your bra, sliding it off and tossing it to the side all the while undulating your hips against him. Roman whistles appreciatively at your chest. “You are one fine piece of work.” You flush, fidgeting your hands at your sides. He eyes them, grabbing his belt. “Hands behind your back, baby.” He winds the belt tightly around your wrists and when he’s sure you can’t get out of your binds, he takes his tie and blindfolds you. Your skin prickles, the world growing dark. Your breath hitches, all your other sense sharpening. Roman kisses you roughly, biting your lip. You grind your body against his, his rough touches driving you insane.

The world goes sideways when he tosses you roughly onto the couch. You let out a small ‘oof’ which quickly reshapes itself into a groan when a gloved hand kneads your breast, pinching your nipple. “Let’s see how well that pretty mouth of yours can take a thick cock,” Roman says, voice thick with lust. Your breath picks up in anticipation. The cool head of a cock presses against your lips. He rumbles a ‘good girl’ as you open your mouth to accommodate him.

The couch dips as large hands caress your sides. You feel the bristle of Slade’s beard against your thigh as he kisses up and down your inner thigh. He hefts your legs over his shoulders, hooking his hands loosely under your thigh. Your sensitive skin prickles as you feel the pads of his fingers through your stockings. He grins against your pussy, blowing air gently over your clit, watching you buck wildly, desperate for friction. “You just can’t control yourself can you, kitten?” You answer by squeezing your thighs tightly around his neck, Roman’s cock deep in your throat stopping you from forming a snarky reply.

Slade eats you out like a man starved, eagerness obvious with every stroke of his tongue. He must have gotten impatient waiting to touch you. You scream around Roman’s cock. “That mouth of yours looks better being used up by my cock,” Roman rasps thrusting into your throat. Your breathing is heavy as he fucks your throat raw. Roman cums down your throat with a growl. You cum on Slade’s mouth, whimpering as Roman pulls out of your mouth. Slade greedily laps up your juices while humming against your shivering core.

Slade climbs up to face you, his lips and beard wet from your juices. He dips his head against yours kissing you deeply. Pulling back, he kisses along your neck. “Can you taste how much of a slut you’ve been?”Slade asks, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one is long and languid, giving you a good taste of yourself.

“Now, Kitten, remember your manners,” Slade says, nipping at your jaw. You swallow and in a breathy whisper you say “Thank you, sir.”

“Good,” Slade murmurs against your throat, kissing at the warm pulse there. Roman laughs, sharp and derisive. You breathe deep. Your throat feels so raw. You relax against Slade. You close your eyes uselessly as you soak up the comfort. You move to wrap your arms around his as you arch your back against his body. You curse lowly remembering the restraints.

Your body suddenly feels cold, not feeling Slade against you. Roman flips you over on to your stomach.

"Ass up, Sweetheart."

You obey, raising your ass up, eager for his attention. His fingers dip into your folds, curling. You cry out with a loud high pitched keen. "Tch, I'm not even inside you yet."

You shift your hips trying your best to press against Roman’s fingers. Your aching pussy was begging for him to stretch it. Roman tuts, taking his fingers out and stilling your hips with the same hand painting your hip with your own wetness. You feel cold metal scraping against the divet of your spine. Your wet saliva dripping from the cold metal of the gun onto your hot back.

"Are you that desperate for my cock, sweetheart?" Roman whispers against the shell of your ear, his thick cock sliding torturously against your folds. The sensation makes you sob into the plush cushions. You pant and roll your hips against his hold. "Mr. Sionis, please. Please. God, please," you sob, rutting your hips against Roman’s cock. You wanted anything. Anything to relieve the aching in your core. You were desperate. You made no effort to hide this.

"Sweetheart, you look so much better like this, sobbing and panting for my cock," Roman rasps, cock twitching against your folds, hand rubbing light circles against your clit which was raw from Slade’s tongue. "If I'd known you were such a cockslut, I would have given that slutty little ass of yours the thrashing it deserves a long time ago." Roman’s hand lands an impressive blow on your ass. You yelp. Another slap lands on your ass. The sound of skin against skin mixes with the depraved moans falling from your lips.

Slap after slap lands on your ass until it was red and raw. You can feel the flesh of your ass stinging and your juices flow down your legs.

"Please, Mr. Sionis. Please, sir. Please, make me cum on your thick cock."

You can feel Roman smirking against the small of your back. "Wilson, I don't know how you could ever refuse such a polite request." The grip on your hips tightens as Roman rolls his hips against yours.

"I try my best," Slade says nonchalantly. His voice sounds strained from breathing. He's panting you realize.

You squirm trying to get his blindfold off. You want to see him. You want to watch his face twist in pleasure.

Your efforts are halted when the head of Roman’s cock rubs against your folds. The heat pooling in your stomach reignites. "Pay attention, sweetheart."

You cry from relief when his girth stretches your velvety walls. He bottoms out with a soft grunt. You feel your walls wrapping around him. You buck your hips slightly begging him to move. Thankfully, he does. He pulls out slowly until only the head of his cock is rubbing against your entrance. He slams himself back in earning him a sharp cry. He gives you a contented grunt as he begins to slam his cock violently into you, using your bound hands as leverage. Over and over again.

You're getting lost in the pleasure when Roman’s voice cuts through the haze. "Can you hear him, sweetheart? Can you feel him watching as I fuck you stupid?" Roman says, heavy breaths fanning against the shell of your ear.

Your ears strain.

Pap pap pap

You can hear Slade's strained breath. You can hear soft grunts against a closed fist. There's the wet sound of him fisting his cock. From the sound of it, he's practically strangling it. You want to watch him pleasure himself as he watches Roman use you to cum.

Roman continues to rut against you. He watches as your ass jiggles as he fucks into you. Roman puts a hand on one of your ass cheeks to watch his cock get swallowed by your sopping cunt. Grunting and groaning, Roman rocking his hips against you breeding you like a bitch.

You cum, going limp against the cushions. You breathe heavy against the couch and press your face against the cushions. You came but it wasn't enough. The coil in your stomach curls in you. Your skin prickles and you're hot all over again. You shift your hips, moving to fuck yourself on his cock. Roman chuckles looking down at you as he stills your hips. You whine when he pulls out. He grips your ass cheeks roughly when you try to move again.

Roman rubs his wet cock against your ass, pressing lightly, teasing. He hums contemplatively as he smiles down at your whimpering form. "Hey Wilson, how well do you think your little slut can take two cocks?" You go completely still at that. Your heart is racing. Your blood is pounding in your ears. Your mouth waters at the thought. God, you wanted this. You needed this.

A hand wraps tightly around your neck. He pulls you up against him. His hand shifts in front of you squeezing until you could feel the rings on his fingers bite into the flesh of your neck. You hear a body shift and the slight creak of the floor due to a weight pressing down. You swallow in anticipation as Slade sits in front of you, hands undoing the belt on your wrist with remarkable efficiency.

"Let's find out," Slade says as he pulls the blindfold off. You blink, eyes adjusting to the low light of the room. Slade takes the moment of confusion to grab your face roughly with his large hand. Slade presses his lips against yours, nipping and licking at your lips. You run your hands over his muscular chest. Teeth graze against your oversensitive skin.

You scream as Slade sinks his cock into your folds and Roman sinks his into your ass. Slade thrusts his tongue into your mouth. He tastes strongly of whiskey. Your tongues dance as they begin to rock their cocks into you, hitting all the right places.

You both pull up for air. You lean back against Roman’s and rest your head against his shoulder, panting softly against his neck. Roman grabs your wrist, kissing it before biting it leaving an angry red mark. Slade does the same with your other wrist albeit more gently.

Roman winds both your arms around him. He pulls you into a rough kiss while Slade kisses down your neck, nipping and lapping at your flesh. You don't even have to look to know he's leaving marks. You can tell from the possessive way he's holding your hips. Roman's gloved hands knead your breast roughly making you whimper into the kiss.

They switch places. Roman's hands grip your hips with bruising intensity while one of Slade’s hands kneads at your breast and pinches your nipple. Slade's mouth latches on to your other nipple. The man knew how to use his mouth just as much as he knew how to use yours.

They hold your hips still, putting you at the mercy of their animalistic pace. They jackhammer into you with wild abandon seemingly ignoring your cries. But you know they're drinking up every little noise you make.

"Your tight little holes are taking our cocks so well, Kitten," Slade whispers against your skin. “I think you deserve a bit of a reward, “ He says pressing his thumb against your clit. With a whimper, you come. Your walls tighten around them and they follow soon after. Roman fills your ass with his seed and Slade pulls out letting ropes of cum splash against your chest.

You let your eyes slide close as they pull out of you. Your breathing is heavy even as it steadies to a less erratic rhythm. Roman pulls away from you and your body rests against Slade.

For a moment, everything is quiet. You revel in the strange even rhythm of life thrumming through your veins. A hand forces you to lay down flat on your back. You open your eyes, watching Slade unbutton his shirt. You swallow, eyes tracing the movement.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” Roman asks condescendingly as he sits back comfortably in a lounge chair with a glass of scotch in hand. “We’re only just getting started, Sweetheart.”

Slade sinks into you and you cry out.

You’re in a haze. The heat from the sex pollen waning giving way to exhaustion as Slades rips another orgasm from you. Slade pulls out, pumping his cock until thick ropes of cum cover your stomach and chest. Roman pulls his cock out of your throat before tucking himself back into his pants.

“If you want a better gig, sweetheart, I’ve got a place where your slutty little ass could make a killing,” he says, tossing you a business card as he walks away.

As soon as Roman is out of sight, Slade’s disposition shifts into something softer. He pulls you close, making you lay against his chest. He plants tender kisses all over your face before moving down towards your jaw then your chest. “You ok, Kitten?” You mumble your answer into his chest. A chuckle rumbles through his chest. You glare at him, pouting against his chest.

“You think that was enough time for your partner to get all the information he needed?”

“I hope so,” you say, shrugging. "Did this idea of yours have to involve me getting fucked?"

Slade gives you a shit-eating grin. You snarl and swat at his chest. "You shit bag."

"Dunno, kitten, you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"It might have been the pollen," you snip, "what the hell, Wilson?"

"To be fair, I wasn't told. Although... I will have to ask him where he got those."

"What? You gonna use it on yourself?"

"Darling, we both know you wouldn't survive if I did."

"Watch me."

Slade takes out a bottle and shakes it. "Let's find out shall we." Your eyes widen as he pops one of the pills into his mouth. He tilts your chin, rubbing circles against it with his thumb.

“Open up, Kitten.”

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Thanks for reading! There will probably be a part 4 I just have to learn to write something.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 24

First

People were starting to settle down as the night stretched on.

Chat felt kind of weird about the sleepover, if he was being honest. He was technically the host, but he hadn’t planned any of the activities. They also hadn’t let him help out at all. Sure, it seemed they were throwing the sleepover for him, but it felt weird to not be involved at all when it was being held in his own room.

(He also wasn’t stupid enough to think that they had decided to do the sleepover for purely innocent reasons. Rena and Ladybug were paying just a little bit too much attention for it to be mere curiosity. He had nothing to hide except for the trash and clothes he’d stuffed in his closet to make his room look cleaner, though, so he was fine with it.)

Still, it was kind of nice.

He looked at the other four.

Carapace was sitting cross-legged a few feet away, his back facing away from everyone as he worked on his bracelets. He was singing random showtunes to himself, but his singing was getting cut off at random due to his giggles at whatever he was doing. Chat tried to peek over his shoulder and Carapace gave an overexaggerated gasp and flung himself across the floor to keep the bracelets out of his sight.

“No peeking!”

“Alright! Alright!” Said Chat, shaking his head exasperatedly even as a smile threatened to make its way across his face.

Carapace narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously for a moment before slowly returning to his spot.

Ladybug was apparently only half awake, though it was hard to tell if this was the effect of the wine or the lack of coffee. Carapace had given her his hoodie when he’d seen her shivering and now she was swamped in the fabric. This didn’t seem to bother her, though, as she barely swayed in time with his singing.

Rena had finished all her bracelets for everyone already, opting to just make braids of each of their costume colors. Now she was weaving thread into Chloe’s hair.

Chloe was putting the finishing touches on her fifth bracelet. They were all the same, alternating black and yellow threads. Still, it took a while to make all the knots necessary for hers.

He looked down at the friendship bracelet attempts in his hands and bit his lip. The strings he’d chosen were knotted and bent awkwardly and, really, it was beyond repair --.

He gave up, tossing down the attempts and grabbing new strings. He started just spelling out everyone’s hero names on strings that were the colors of everyone’s eyes.

“Done,” he said, his ears burning with shame. He didn’t know anything about friendship bracelets or friendships and general and if it wasn’t clear to everyone before they’d definitely have figured it out now --.

“Wow. Amazing job, Chat. You’re a master craftsman,” said Chloe, sarcasm dripping from every letter she spoke.

“You… you don’t have to wear it.”

Chloe scoffed. “Shut up. I’m never taking it off.”

“Oh… but you don’t have to, really --.”

“I’m. Wearing. It. Screw. Off.”

“... okay,” he said, a tiny smile playing at his lips.

He gave everyone else theirs and, though he noticed they were all putting them on their ankles where they’d be harder for people to see, he couldn’t help but be happy that they were accepting them at all.

Carapace held up his five completed bracelets with a bright smile. “Tada!”

He walked around and started tying them to everyone’s wrists.

Chat saw both of the bugs look confused as they read over the block letters on theirs, Rena gave a short puff of laughter when she saw hers, and then he finally got to see his...

FURRY.

He rolled his eyes at Carapace but let him tie the bracelet to his ankle.

“What’s a ‘buggie’?” Said Chloe in a voice that said she was pretty sure she didn’t want to know.

“It’s a furry, but for bugs.”

“... how do you know that?” Asked Ladybug, sinking back into Carapace’s/her hoodie with a yawn.

“A few years back I joked that I was a furry and someone told me I was technically a ‘scaley’. Obviously, I had to know if everyone else was a furry after that or something else.”

Rena snickered. “Likely story.”

“It’s true!”

“Hm. Sure. Chloe, I’m done with you. Ladybug --.”

“I have an important meeting for work tomorrow, sorry.”

“Fine. Chat, c’mere.”

He hesitated before he made his way over and allowed her to start messing with his hair obediently.

Chloe shuffled over to Ladybug. There was a beat before Ladybug lifted the bottom of the hoodie and allowed Chloe to climb inside.

Carapace groaned. “Why are you stretching out my hoodie?”

Ladybug smiled and brought a hand up to stretch the neck so Chloe could pop her head out the top. “Forgot it was yours, honestly.”

“I hate you.”

“Guess I won’t fix this, then.”

“Wait -- Ladybug -- listen -- I didn’t mean it --.”

Ladybug and Chloe laid back and stuck their tongues out at him in unison. Carapace glared halfheartedly at them for a little while before walking over and laying on top of them.

“Ughhhh get off you’re heavy,” complained Ladybug. “You’re going to crush me.”

“Good. I’m squashing two annoying bugs.”

“Renaaaaa,” tried Chloe.

“Can’t help right now, I’m doing Chat’s hair.”

“Rena,” tried Carapace.

There was a moment’s hesitation before Rena gently tugged Chat over so she could help Carapace smother the two and still add colors to his hair.

“Nooooooo…”

“Chat help,” Ladybug squeaked, reaching out a hand in an attempt to pull him closer for help.

He considered the hand for a minute before pointedly looking away, a smile pulling at his lips.

Ladybug mumbled a curse and resigned herself to the fate of being crushed under three of her housemates.

Rena eventually finished with his hair and she took a picture to show him the results. He’d always wanted to do stuff with his hair, and since his haircolor was so light it wouldn’t have been hard, but his dad had never allowed it…

He smiled brightly and sent it to himself.

Rena shielded her eyes and he looked up at her, his smile dropping into a confused frown.

“Are you okay?”

“You’re, like… sunshine incarnate. Can’t look at you dead on, it’s too bright.”

“Right? He could give Adrien Agreste a run for his money,” joked Carapace.

He wasn’t sure if he was blushing because his housemates thought of him like that or because his civilian identity was apparently that popular. Still, he brought a hand up to cover his mouth as a new smile stretched across his face.

Rena slipped off of the pile of miraculous holders easily and took a seat about a meter away with her phone, leaning back in a pile of pillows. “Carapace, Ladybug, both of you should get to sleep. You both have stuff in the morning.”

“But --,” tried Carapace.

“I WILL knock you out if I have to. And there’s no coffee to keep you awake.”

The two groaned quietly and Carapace fell beside the two bugs. Instead of leaving, though, he just grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped it around the three of them.

Chloe scoffed and started shifting around in the blanket/hoodie prison she was currently trapped in. “Hey, let me out, I’m not tired yet.”

Ladybug and Carapace wrapped an arm around her and held her still before she could get up. “We have to sleep, you have to sleep.”

“I don’t --.”

“Pillows don’t talk,” said Ladybug, nuzzling her face into Chloe’s neck with a yawn.

Chloe didn’t look particularly happy about it, but she did quiet herself.

Carapace reached his free hand towards Chat without looking over and he stared at it before taking it. He was pulled down to join the cuddle pile so fast that they knocked heads. There was a mumbled ‘ow’ and a hiss of pain, but otherwise it was hard to tell that it had happened.

Rena tossed a pillow at the lightswitch, which was… odd, but it did turn off the lights, so… yay?

He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around Carapace’s stomach. He could hear the others’ steady breathing as they drifted off one by one.

But, for once, Chat wasn’t finding it easy to sleep.

Some things are easy to ignore.

For example, Chat could, for the most part, ignore the knowledge that he was likely the only person in the house who was genuinely interested in being friends. Everyone else was perfectly happy being friendly (because who wants to fight people in their own house?), but that’s not nearly the same thing.

But, since Chat was starved for affection, he opted to ignore what he knew to be the truth. Did it really matter if Carapace was only allowing him to hang off of him for the sake of preventing a strong akuma if he was getting the physical touch he hadn’t received since his mother had died? Did it really matter if Ladybug was only playing nicer for the sake of convenience if it meant he could get compliments from her instead of insults?

Kinda. But he was willing to push those thoughts aside.

And, while he wanted to ignore this problem too, he really shouldn’t. Their safety was much too important for that.

There should be very few people that knew where they were. There were the people who Chloe had hired to help her move in, Master Fu, each other...

But that didn’t explain why Chat’s room was left untouched.

The only thing that made sense for that was his dad… He tried to brush the thought aside like he had been doing for the entire night, but it was far more difficult when the others were asleep and weren’t serving as a distraction.

Would his dad sell him out? Sure, their relationship wasn’t near ‘close’, but that didn’t mean that his father hated him, right? His dad had known for a while, though, almost since the beginning. Why would he sell out now? The information was slightly more valuable now that they were living together, yes, but was that enough to make him betray his son for a super terrorist?

Worse yet, could his father be Hawkmoth? He didn’t think so, because his father had been akumatized multiple times, but there was nothing saying Hawkmoth couldn’t akumatize himself. Then again, he’d been pretty interested in Chat’s ring when he realized who he was… or was that just innocent curiosity? He also lived in the center of the area that Ladybug had mentioned she’d traced the akumas to, but so did every rich person --.

Carapace pulled him closer, his hand sliding up his back to work at a knot in his back.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Chat teased, even as he pressed his face against his shoulder.

“You’re too tense.”

He let himself relax a bit. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault you’re the worst pillow ever.”

“Even worse than Chloe?”

“Somehow,” said Carapace, and Chat could almost hear the smile in his voice.

And, because it’s really hard to have bad thoughts when you’re cuddling a friend and getting a massage, Chat fell asleep in minutes.

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mental-dilemma · 4 years

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A Quick Meeting Part 4?

Damian’s an exchange student in Paris taking it easy until an Akuma attacks and he gets to meet ladybug. -----------------------------------------

Ok before everyone starts pancking: I am Emu-Lumberjack I just decided to create a Sideblog for all my writing so that way those who follow me exclusively for that don’t have to deal with the chaos that is my main blog

also I’m sorry it’s taken so long to post this but just between school and work and school and just general exhaustion it’s been hard for me to write.

and as always all credit to the Au goes to @ozmav

pt.1

pt. 2

pt. 3

“I don’t suppose I could bribe you to drop the matter.” Damian said sitting down in Tim’s office. He and Ladybug were situated next to each other while Tim was on the other side of the desk.

“Nope.” He turned to Ladybug, “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself, making sure Damian didn’t disappear and all that. Anyway I’m Tim Drake, Co-Ceo of Wayne enterprises and Damians older brother.”

Ladybug turned to Damian and quietly said, “So does everyone in your family constantly talk like they’re trying to impress a victorian lord?” Damian snorted. Tim, unable to hear what she just said, looked to the two agape.

“At least I have a reason.” Damian responded, this time loudly enough for his elder brother to hear. “Anyway Tim is in CEO mode right now, which is pretty rare. Usually he’s a bumbling zombie dependent on coffee to function. In fact I remember one time when Dick took the last cup he----”

“I’d suggest stopping right there or I’ll tell her about the batcow incident.” Tim interrupted.

“Did you just say batcow? Because I understand each of those words separately.” Ladybug said, and even though her mask still concealed half her face Damian could tell she was really confused.

“Don’t ask. Just don’t.” Damian said quietly.

“Anyway. I never caught your name and considering the fact that your in a mask I assume you’re a hero. Which is surprising because none of us knew Paris had heroes.” Tim cut the two of them off before more could be said.

“Yes that’s becoming a common theme I’m finding,” Marinette began. “My name is Ladybug in the mask. I have a partner, Chat Noir, but he’s currently indisposed, something about paint in his hair.” Damian stifled a laugh as Marinette continued, “We have been operating out of Paris for the last few years, early on we tried contacting the Justice league but Green Lantern told us not to prank call him.”

“Oh did he now.” Tim said, leaning his head forward.

“Yes he did. Thankfully my power allows me to reverse all damage done during a fight. Including any lives lost or monuments destroyed.”

“That sounds like a very useful power. I'm sure that the heroes of Gotham would love to work with you.” There was a twinkle in his eye that Damian knew meant Tim was concocting some scheme. He was about to jump in, but Marinette got there first.

“Yes I’m sure you would but the issue is we currently have our hands full here although from what Damian told me you guys sound much more fun to work with. At least the villains have better costumes.”

Tim noting her wording turned to Damian, “Did you tell her the family secret? You know what Alfred will do if he finds out.”

Damian smirked “I’m not an idiot Drake this was all her. She could rival you for deductive reasoning.” Marinette just sat there looking innocent.

“Well that explains why the two of you were sneaking around together, Ladybug should I assume Damian knows your identity as well?”

“Yep.”

“Well this is going to be a nightmare. But this just means I can formally invite you to Gotham at least. Ha just leave it to the Ice Prince to leak the identity on his first civilian trip abroad.” Tim leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

“Actually it was you guys who tipped me off.”

Tim suddenly opened his eyes and looked her straight in the eyes. “Come again.”

“Well it was the fact that no one had spied Robin around Batman while Damian was in France. Then the fact that you were patrolling rather than him tipped me off that Robin might be on a vacation..” Tim just face palmed.

“Of course that would happen, how did we not see it coming.” He muttered to himself. “Wait, that begs another question: how did you two meet.”

Damian blushed and before Ladybug could respond he said “not important, there was an akuma. Now do you need anything else.”

“Actually yeah. Ladybug you mentioned the video you sent to Green Lantern, well Batman found it and wanted us to investigate. He didn’t know Green Lantern had seen it or otherwise he’d be on his way back to Ooa healing from a scolding from Alfred. Dick and Jason wanted to come but Bruce needed someone he could send discreetly and who better than the Co-CEO of Wayne industries who could just be checking up on the Paris branch.” Ladybug was impressed by the scheming having Dick Greyson or Jason Todd come in would stir up villain or media activity but Tim the third son wouldn’t.

“Well if you want we can meet up with my partner later and you can formulate a list of questions. Plus it seems you and Damian have some catching up to do.”

“There was a reason I came to Paris Ladybug. Being forced to talk to Tim was not one of them.” Damian made to leave only for a yoyo to catch his leg. Ladybug smirked at him. “Maybe a five minute chat couldn’t hurt anyone. Family reunion and all that.”

“Great then as long as everyones in agreement I can set up a time with chat later this evening for all of us to talk things through and get a strategy in place.”

“Are you sure about this having the league involved is going to cause a lot of chaos and even more dangerous villains could target Paris.”

“Tim I have dealt with so much crap the last couple of years that at this point I will take Darkseid over Lila…… Oh crap. We forgot about Lila.” Marinette looked at Damian who was coming to the same realization she was. He called out Lila in the bakery, and outed himself as a Wayne.

“Do I want to know?” Tim said rubbing his temples. He did not miss highschool.

“Lets just say school tomorrow’s going to be interesting, and I think we’re going to have to put the meeting on hold till after it. Ladybug and I are going to need to deal with school tomorrow, and caffeine isn’t gonna cut it.” Damian said.

“Then again if we aren’t lucid tomorrow might not be so bad….” Marinette began

“Do not even finish that, you even more than me need sleep. Between fashion, school and heroing you function off an hour.”

“You.. have a point. I’ll brief Chat on the situation on my way home. In the meantime I’ll leave you too to the brotherly bonding I’m sure you need.” she pulled her yoyo from her pocket, “See you tomorrow Damian, and whatever plan you hatch up make sure nit doesn’t include killing anyone.”

“Goodnight Ma--- Ladybug. And no promises.” The boy caught himself before revealing Ladybug's identity. She gave him the look of ‘don’t fuck up my secret identity bird boy’ before jumping out the window to run from rooftop to rooftop.

“So. how long have you had a crush on her.” Tim pulled Damians attention, and Damian was sudden;y very glad he had said nothing about not killing his brother.

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“Do you think they’ll actually help this time?” Chat’s voice rang over the phone, Marinette had stopped behind one of the chimneys to talk to him in private.

“I don’t know, at least now they are actually considering it rather than just brushing us off as children.” Marinette was tired but they needed to have this chat now, there wouldn’t be any chance to in class tomorrow.

“Yeah, just don’t get your hopes up. They left us to fend for ourselves for 3 years and are only doing this now because of Damian if you didn’t know him then none of this would’ve happened.

“Ok but why does that matter that it’s Damian? They could’ve been doing it because of Jon too.”

“Oh please, you're more dense than our class sometimes. Jon would’ve noted it then forgotten to tell someone, but Damian told Batman right away. Why do you think he did that?”

“Chat I am too tired for this.” Marinette could feel Adrien facepalming through the phone.

“Oh I am not spelling this out for you, this time you get to figure it out yourself.”

“Fine. but next time you need help on your calc homework don’t come running to me.” Marinette hung up on him and made her way home. The parisian streets were nice and quiet for her, no akuma meant maybe another hour of sleep.

Once she was out of the suit she let Tikki rest and got right to work on the new piece she was making for Jagged, he wanted to somehow have the score of his newest piece sewn onto the pants for his next concert, and she had to brainstorm.

Twenty minutes went by.

Then an hour.

Then two.

Finally she put up her pencil and put on her pajamas, as she was falling asleep Adriens words kept replaying in her head, and the meaning slammed into her like a truck. Pulling out her phone she sent one message.

Oh fuck off

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zero-rider · 3 years

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A grim truth

This wasn't supposed to happen

His original idea was to face Salem as much as he could so his friends could leave Atlas before it fell in Mantle, which it was okay with him, since all the civilians were evacuated from both Atlas and Mantle and were being staying in many Atlas ships by the order of the new general of Atlas; Winter Schnee, they were also being protected by what remains of the Ace-ops and Penny with her still newly winter maiden powers. He also planned to fall along with Atlas and Salem if he didn't make it, but if his Aura and semblance could take the fall, then he would be more than fine in his book, it also would be more than fine if she just struggle to get out of the debris of Atlas while they escape,

But in just some minutes, his plan failed. His Aura could only took 5 hits form her magic, 4 if you didn't count an ice stalactite that was tanked by his semblance and reduced his Aura to 1%. Atlas was falling faster than he though and he just got a call from Ruby that everyone of his friends were searching for him, so the idea of them leaving Atlas in one piece was a colossal no right now. There was also the factor that three Seers were keeping him in the ground with his face on the dirt and in front of the queen of the Grimm, he was still panting and searching for an opportunity to escape from the Seers tight hold

"don't fight it, they will tighten their hold on you the more you fight" Salem smiled while holding and inspecting Jaune's sword, the same shining and sharp metal that cut her head four minutes ago "an excellent blade for an incompetent huntsmen, looks like Ozma has been lowering his standards about his soldiers"

"funny you say that, because i remember this incompetent huntsmen cutting your head minutes ago. With that said, i think i'm a pretty good huntsman" smugly replied the blond before he was kicked in the face by the pale woman

"you bragging about that little mistake? oh my, Ozma really has really lower his standards. I'll admit, you lasted longer than the previous Ozma pawn who faced me, i'll give you that" she chuckle, then she walked slowly to the almost broken shield from Jaune, just a short distance away from him

"why, thank you. i would have last longer, but i wasn't prepared to face a magical old hag" the blond said, before he was slapped by one of the seers and caused a little cut on his right cheek

"do you have a death wish or something?" she shook her head in disapproval, holding the faced-downd shield "youngsters these days. anyway, i know from two certain agent of mine, that you are quite close to that silver-eyes spawn, so i believe that i can ask a certain question. how do you activate the Relic of Knowledge"

"you have to say immas ucke-uuughh!" the seers tighten their hold on Jaune and he was lifted to the same level as Salem's face, whose red and black eyes were looking straight at him

"wrong answer, i will say it one more time and slowly so you could understand. How. do. you. activate. the Relic. of Knowledge" Salem took the shield and inspectione it, it surprised her the weight a little, but the Arc family emblem was what took her attention. It was like certain emblem in that tower she used to live, but inverted, before she was what it was now. Sadly for her, her blond prisoner still had enough energy to insult her again and suffer the consequences, and took her away from her memories momentarily

"fine, i think it was ligma-AAAAAAAHHHHH!!" this time he was meet with a little (in her words) thunder from her. She didn't even looked at him when she fire it, she just looked again to his shield and with some hand moves, a diamond was put in his shield, in the middle of the inverted emblem

Something hit her in that moment, it was a still existing pain in her chest that was later replaced with joy for a few moments, then sadness took the joy's place. If what she thought was true, then her daughters (or at least one) could have lived after that explosion of magic that take them from her. Many thoughts came to her mind about what could had happened so one or all her daughters could have survived in that moment, many were about Ozma hiding their daughters from her. Just a few were about none of them knowing that their children were alive, and they left them before checking if they were alive. But that could take her mind another time, right now it was about her descendant and how she was torturing him

She droped the shield, and the Seers released a confused jaune, who touched his jaw to feel any other damage apart from the kick from her and kneeled to recover from the still fresh thunder he received. Salem, on her part, was having an internal struggle. She was just looking at him, the way his eyes and body were showing fear for the first time, the way he was trying to comprehend what was happening and why Salem didn't used a Grimm to turn him in nothing more than just a pile of flesh, and how he was screaming mentally at himself to run. It got worse when she began to cry

"my family... i'm trying to kill my family again... just like thousands of years ago" tears leaked from her eyes, just as her bloody red eyes looked deep at his sapphire blue ones. Nostalgia came, it was like watching at her youngest daughter again, only turned into a boy, but the resemblance was evident

"your... family? what. what are you talking about?" his question was not answered, for something worse than a truth was now to take place

"it can't be... Ozma, he... Ozma!" hell broke loose, she released all kind of spells destroying constructions and even creating more craters in the destroyed streets of Atlas "HOW DARE YOU USE OUR CHILDREN AGAINST ME, OZMA?!!" what she did was like a light spectacle. Fire, thunder, ice, earth, wind and any other elements where shooted to all directions from her hands, mouth and eyes, she didn't even spare one of her Seers, but strangely, not a single hair was touched from him, but that didn't took the possibility of a stray attack coming his way, after all, he didn't had Aura and an attack with that kind of magnitude would kill him immediately

After what it felt like an eternity, she calmed herself enough to give a mental order to her seers to leave them alone or dissapear, which they did the second with out an objection and left after their labour was complete. Jaune for his part, was still scared and on his knees, the sovereign of the grimm used all her power to vent for her anger at Ozpin in front of his face, she decimated an entire block of Atlas in her anger with just one of her spells, the other only did craters deeper than the previous one in erratic shoots of magic. All that show of her power made him understand a little the ex-headmaster of Heaven academy, if her power scared him for almost destroyed Atlas in her irrational anger, then what a rational Salem could do with all that magic made him tremble

and suddenly, his worries and fears were lost after a single question from her part "what's your name, my child? i need, no... i must know the name of my family"

"fa... family?" he was lost of words, scared of the implications and he was hyperbelint

"yes, my child. You are my family" Salem, for the first time in millenia, truly smiled, a bright smile showed and more tears filled her eyes, this times were tears of happiness

"that, that's impossible. Ruby and, Ozpin said-" he was cut from his rambling, as his belief were being proven by Salem, who was now walking with her arms spread, waiting for a hug he didn't wanted, but was too shocked to even try to fight it

"oh please, Ozma always liked to keep his secrets well hidden. Just look at me, if people knew about my existence, do you think we would had this conversation? Would you be alive or would you be dead?. Who knows? Maybe you could have had a good life if it wasn't for Ozma's silence, but not anymore" she broked the hug and stroked his hair, like his mother used to when he was a younger and more tiny, now he recieved from his many-greats grandmother "your name, darling, tell me you name"

"Jaune... Arc" certain memories inside him made sense in that moment, why he was admitted in Beacon even with his fake transcripts in first place, why was he named team leader and why Tyrian was interested in him. Was he there because Ozpin wanted? Did Ozpin made him team leader for a master plan he had in the moment? he didn't knew it, but... a part of him told him that he did

"then, Jaune Arc, accept this gift from me" her ivory hand came to his chestplate and without much effort, she tear it from his body, then she put the same hand in his chest "AWAKE!"

His chest began to hurt and some weird black liquid enraptured his body, he felt good, it was relaxing and for some reason, he forgot why he was afraid, so his mind just sleep, he was safe, he was fine and he would obey. Then, the black liquid over his body become a black under suit, his white and gold gloves changed to a white and red armored gloves that covered all his arm and with sharp nails that resembled claws on his fingers. His foots also got white and red armored protection that covered all his legs and toe caps that looked like feets of a beast, with a white armored belt over his waist with the Salem/Arc emblem in the middle painted black instead of yellow. His chestplate came next, this one was more stylish than his previous one, the area of the pectorals were bulky and had red pattern over them that looked like roots and a yellow gem bellow the pectorals

Just when he was about to receive his helmet, a well known voice for him came to his ears "JAUNE!" it was Ruby, who first looked at her friend with a worried look, then she looked at the Grimm queen with hate "leave him alone!!" the red tipped haired girl sayed before she deployed Crescent Rose and taked a shoot at Salem's head, who recieved with a smile

"a silver-eyed girl descendant of Ozpin trying to save my descendant. Ironic" she said, still with her hand in the armored chest of her descendant, whose look was in the floor

"desc- Jaune's your descendant!?" Ruby lowered her weapon a little, shocked but not fully believing the words of her enemy

"that's right, silver eyes, your beloved... friend, i guess? is my family. Please, show her, my child" Salem patted his armored shoulder and stood from her previous posture, letting Jaune stood

"yes, mother" Ruby gasped at his face, his previous saphire eyes were now blood red eyes with black sclera and black veins coming from his eyes. there was also some white hairs in his previous blond hair and his hair was the same when she meet him for the first time, long and messy, instead of his spiky short hair

Before she could even mutter a word, his face was covered by white helmet with sharp fangs, long wolf like ears, some simulated fur made with the same white metal coming from the sides, it was practically a wolf helmet showing his fangs with yellow eyes.

He would later took his sword from the floor and gave it a new form with the black liquid, it was more longer, had black root like patterns in the blade and the guard of the sword was replaced with what it looked like bat wings

This wasn't Jaune anymore, not the one who was always for her when she feeled down, the one who cried when they meet again in Argus and not the same vomit boy she was falling for. this was... as much it broke her heart, another Grimm, one she didn't and hoped never to face. His sword was lifted in order for a horizontal strike, but his target moved faster than him and avoided his attack to recover the shield of Jaune, with the diamond shape thing out of the arcs of his emblem. She hugged the shield and gived the armored man a last look, before the tears could leak from her eyes and used her semblance to get away

"Ru...by..." his distortioned voice was the last she heard before flee from there at the max of her speed, with Jaune's previous shield in her hands and her heart breaking on her chest

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obsidianfr3sk · 3 years

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the star of my sky

@renegadesnet event 8: friendship february

↪ [ Kasumi Hasegawa & Evander Wade / “If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky.”]

Summary: She could imagine her future, but she couldn't imagine herself not being friends with Evander. Kasumi would never be able to take her things and move to another place where he was not part of it. Because Kasumi would never voluntarily leave her home. And Evander had been her home since the first moment he walked through that door.

AO3

Hi, there!! This is my entry for the event 8 of @renegadesnet. I hope I’m not too late x’d in my time zone, it’s 9:06PM right now, so... I guess I’m fine. I feel like an irresponsible high schooler summiting her homework at 11:59pm... No, wait, that’s actually what I am.

Well x’d as you could see from the caption, this a fic focused on Evander and Kasumi’s friendship. I don’t even know why I’m so invested in this... made-up relationship (since they didn’t interact at all in canon) but I think it all began because when I started writing fics about the Council, I remembered Hugh and Simon weren’t the only members of it and that the rest of them needed to have, you know, personalities and relationships between them, details that MM seemed to forgot jaja. And these two just inmediatly made click with each other, at least in my head, and I’ve been dying to write something about them for a long time, but I think I never worked up the courage to actually do it until now:’) I’m even thinking about a small sequel but yeah

Despite what I said before (that for me the interest in these two started when I began to write my own fics) my dear mother Dawn ( @honey-hippie-harper) had a lot of very interesting headcanons about the whole dynamic the Council had during the Age of Anarchy, and two of those headcanons are that they all slept in the same bed they had at Simon’s basement and that when Adrian was born they decided that it would be better if some of them moved somewhere else, so it would be harder for people to discover their true indentities. Georgia and Adrian moved to an apartment Simon got for them, Simon and Hugh move to another one, and Tamaya got her own place, while Kasumi and Evander stayed at the Westwood house. So, for this fic, I decided to write based on those two specific headcanons. All credits to her!

Also this is gonna sound super weird but here I mention that Evander wears a cap x’d and that’s based on my other mother Wins ( @healing-winston-pratt) design of him, which you can find here! You know the drill, gente x’d go, like and reblog it!

Dawnie, Winston, this is a fic dedicaded to the two of you. Thank you for being such good mothers and friends to me✨

Since this an “unpopular” brotp I’m not quite sure who to tag, I really don’t want to bother anyone x’d but, @all-weather-is-bad and @ifyouhadntbutyoudid, I know you guys also love their dynamic so I think you may be interested on reading this! And if you also like my work, please like and reblog, it means the world to me <3

Also please forget any grammar/spelling mistakes, I feel phisically sick right now because I took a pill and it’s making me so freaking dizzy I think I’m gonna throw up or something x’d

I live to let you shine,

but you can skyrocket away from me,

and never come back if you find another galaxy,

far from here, with more room to fly.

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by.

The last days they spent living in the house were somewhat chaotic. Perhaps a part of it was due to the fact that now that Adrian was with them, they were all deprived of sleep. However, Kasumi was sure that it also had a lot to do with the fact that they had not realized how much of a mess the whole house actually was until the time to move out came and they couldn’t find their things.

Well, she wasn't moving out. But the rest of them were.

And that was something that Kasumi had been thinking about a lot since the moment that Georgie's pregnancy was made public, but that she had never dared to say it out loud because she was too afraid of the answer.

She didn’t have to say anything though. They gave her an answer as if she had asked them; her family loved to give their opinions even when nobody asked them to do it.

It turns out that they could no longer live in Simon's house.

At least not the six— seven of them.

The city had gone crazy with Adrian’s birth (or Baby Indomitable, as they had affectionately named him), and while it was a good type of crazy, it also made them a little nervous that this new member of the family would put their secret identities at risk. Now, every time they came out in their civilian form, people were going to be looking everywhere for a woman who looked like Georgie, was holding a newborn baby and, as a bonus, was accompanied by some blond or brunette guy, a red-haired boy or a girl with dark hair.

Yes, they couldn’t take that risk.

“… But when you want to open that door,” Simon was telling her, “you have to push it with your shoulder, because if you don't—”

“It will not open,” Kasumi said.

“It's not going to open,” Simon agreed.

“She lives here too, Simon,” Tamaya said washing the glass in which she had been drinking water. “She knows how to open the door.”

All six of them were sitting at the dining room table. Georgie was nursing Adrian, while the rest ate a tasteless soup that they had made three days ago and that was surely going to spoil if they did not eat it that night.

“Yes, but there is anything wrong with remembering important points,” Simon noticed. “It is the first time that she will live alone.”

“She won't be alone,” Evander exclaimed suddenly. “She's going to be with me,” and he continued sipping the soup.

Hugh scowled at him. “Stop sipping your soup, Evander.”

But that only made him sip the soup harder. Hugh rolled his eyes and Georgie put Adrian on her shoulder to make him burp.

“I still can't find my cap,” Evander continued, touching his hair. “It seems to me like you have it in your box and wanna steal it.”

“Why would I want to steal your cap?”

“Maybe because you don't have one.”

At that moment, Adrian burped and Hugh's face lit up.

“That's what I think of your stupid cap,” he replied, pointing at Adrian.

Even Kasumi laughed at that joke. But Evander didn't find it funny.

“Good thing you're leaving now,” he said, clenching to the spoon with which he was eating his soup. “I don’t like any of you.”

“You don’t even like Kasumi?” Georgie asked, pretending to be surprised. Simon took Adrian in his arms so she could adjust her blouse properly.

Before Evander could answer, Hugh did it for him. “I heard him say in his sleep that he hated Kasumi the most.”

Evander tried to throw the spoon at him, but Tamaya grabbed his wrist and nearly ripped off his hand.

“Not in my watch, you fu—”

“Tamaya,” Georgie scolded her. “Remember what I told you.”

Tamaya looked at Adrian for a second and then focused her gaze on the ceiling. “Not in my watch, you ... f-u-c-k-i-n-g punk.”

“Are we spelling curse words now?” Simon asked.

“Jesus fu—“ Hugh stopped himself. “Wait ... f-u ... c ... k ...”

“Uh, someone can’t spell f-u-c-k-i-n-g,” Evander laughed out loud.

Georgie chimed in before Hugh threw his spoon at Evander. “At least when we're in Adrian's presence,” she said. “I don't want him to learn those words from you. Now that you are his aunts and uncles, you have to set a good example for him.”

Simon passed Adrian to Georgie again, and Kasumi stared at him, wondering if she was going to be able to set a good example for him and what things could she teach him to do.

Perhaps she could teach him to swim. Or to dance. Although Kasumi did not know how to dance, and the truth was that she did not think she would be able to explain why she knew how to swim. No one had ever taught her to do it; she just knew it. She wasn't quite sure how swimming worked on people who didn't have water-related powers. (Tamaya had once told her that babies could be thrown into the water and their instinct to swim would come out on their own, but Kasumi would never throw a baby as pretty as Adrian into the water.) (She would never throw a baby into the water in general though, even if the baby was ugly.)

Or maybe she could teach him to play with dolls. Several Christmases ago, the others bought her an old rag doll with their savings, which she named Aiko. Kasumi took her everywhere, pretended to share her food with her during dinner, and tucked her every night in a shoebox that she had found and now used as the doll's cradle. The others realized how much she liked her gift, so for her ninth birthday, they gave her a beautiful doll with blonde hair and a pink princess dress, named Isabella. Kasumi didn't realize how much she was playing with the new doll, until one day she was having a tea party with Hugh and Simon (because that's the kind of thing Georgie told them to do, so Kasumi wouldn’t feel alone), and Hugh asked her, very into in his role of a rich lady from the Victorian era, why Duchess Aiko hadn't attended that afternoon. Then, Kasumi remembered that she hadn't gotten her out of her bed that morning and she began to cry.

Simon immediately went over to hug her and asked Hugh to hand the doll to him, but Kasumi was so embarrassed, she didn't even want to look at her in the eyes. When Hugh tried to give her the doll, Kasumi screamed as if she had seen a rat and not her favorite toy, which made Tamaya go downstairs to see what was happening, probably thinking Hugh and Simon were bullying Kasumi into insanity or something.

Now that she thought about it, it was kind of funny to remember the face Tamaya made when she saw Kasumi screaming, clinging to her two friends with all the strength she had, and without them taking off the fake pearl necklaces and hats they had put on for the occasion. It had probably been very funny to her too because as soon as saw the scene, she called Georgie and ran away from there, with one hand over her mouth and making strange noises.

Georgie played dolls with her more often from then on. When Kasumi overcame her fear of running out of love to give her toys (and made it known to her friends as if she had learned how to drive or graduated college), Georgie bought her a third doll, which had bunny ears, a white apron, and had Mimi embroidered on her hand. Now that they had three dolls, Tamaya was able to join them during their games, but Tamaya always came up with very morbid ones, such as that the dolls were a family of poor girls who had to play the guitar to earn some money or that they were housewives of wealthy gentlemen who mistreated them, so they planned to poison them during a business dinner to keep their money. These games scandalized Georgie, but Kasumi did like them and when they started to stop playing with her, she would sit her three dolls in a circle and stare at them, fantasizing about the outcomes of those stories they had left incomplete.

Those were the kinds of things that made Kasumi think that she had a good childhood. And that wasn't something many child prodigies could say.

If Adrian turned out to be a prodigy, she wanted to be a part of those kinds of stories so when Adrian grew up and remembered how his first years were, he would be able to say that they had been good and that Kasumi had the honor of being part of them, in the same way Kasumi could say that Georgie (his mother) had done the same for her.

Simon had told her that the place Georgie and Adrian were moving to was not too far from the house, but Kasumi wasn't so sure.

Everything would be easier if they all stayed together.

Although she supposed that having her family separated was better than having no family.

Right?

***

Not all prodigies were lucky enough to have a home.

Kasumi, for a long time, had been one of those prodigies. Her parents abandoned her when she was a baby, and she didn't think orphanages could be considered homes. Mainly because "home" wasn't the brick structure with four walls and a roof that protected you from the heat in the summer or the freezing winds in the winter.

A home was made by the people you lived with.

And they had proved it to her.

Georgie had told her a little bit about the days she lived on the streets after escaping from her father's house and told her that while she was wandering around town, she had seen a few children (who clearly were all prodigies) looking for food in the garbage or fighting each other over a piece of blanket to cover themselves from the sun. That she, at the time, had criticized them for behaving like savages, but that now, she could only feel sorry for them because it was probably the only thing they knew and it was their way of surviving, wondering if she had ended up like that too.

Kasumi… all of them had been very fortunate to have found a home in each other.

That was why it hurt so much to close the door behind her and realize that the house felt completely empty for the first time in all her life.

The first hours being in the house alone, Kasumi tried to distract herself by embroidering. She took out a pink sweater that she had wanted to embroider daisies on for a while now and she sat in the living room. She thought about whether it would be a good idea to turn on the television, but the only thing she could watch were very tacky cartoons some cheap animation studio made about the Renegades, and she didn't have the strength to be angry at the horrible (and even offensive) way they were drawn, especially the girls, Simon, and herself, so she just tried to blank her mind and focus on the task.

Georgie had taught them to embroider and Kasumi was obsessing over it. She had already embroidered their names on all the pieces of clothing they allowed her until Hugh had to put an end to it because they simply couldn’t be giving away personal information to strange people on the streets (“Yes, Kasumi, having our names embroider on our clothes is giving personal information to strangers, I’m sorry.”). Simon also no longer let her do that whole name thing, but he did let her embroider a tiny skeleton with an arrow going through his heart on the edge of his jeans. Tamaya was the one who had more difficulty learning how to do it, but over time she kind of got the hang of it, and Georgie spent much of her pregnancy adding details to the simple onesies she bought for Adrian.

Kasumi didn’t want to brag, but she was the one who had learned to embroider the fastest. She remembered taking Evander’s old clothes to practice and even embroidered golden stars on his white pajama pants. She wasn't quite sure if he was still wearing them, but she thought they look really well, especially when she (unintentionally) compared it to the other’s work.

However, Kasumi couldn't smile right now.

She may have learned to embroider faster than them.

But she was growing up slower than them.

She was not talking about her physical appearance or things like that. Despite eating a very poor diet, Kasumi had managed to grow ... what she had to grow. She was not abnormally short and, when she got up, she did not get dizzy, like Simon (who spent a week having panic attacks every morning, thinking they were signs of early anemia). Yes, Tamaya and Georgie already looked like grown-up women, but it was because they were grown-up women. Besides that, Georgie had told her all girls were different and beautiful in their way; the important thing was that Kasumi was healthy and that she felt comfortable in her own skin. Now, Kasumi did not feel super comfortable in her own skin, but perhaps it was because she was a teenager, and as someone who had lived with teenagers before, she knew they could be deeply insecure about their body.

(Kasumi practically grew up listening to Simon crying about his body hair, Georgie complaining about how greasy her skin got when she was about to have her period, Tamaya ranting about his wings and nose, and Hugh saying that he felt he was too big and grotesque to be a real human being. She did not understand why they thought such things. She considered that if Simon grew a beard in the future it would look very good on him, Georgie had a beautiful smile, Tamaya's features reminded her of those of a goddess, and... fine, she wasn't quite sure what exactly Hugh was complaining about, but it didn’t feel right to tell him how to live his insecurities and tried to be as assuring with him as she was with the rest of her family when she heard them make those comments about themselves.)

No, what Kasumi was referring to was that they all seemed to be growing in other areas of their life.

And she did not.

Georgie was a mom now. A single mom, who had her own apartment, in a beautiful area, near a park where she would surely spend hours fooling around with her baby. Hugh and Simon were officially a couple, and they had moved in together in a seedy, filthy, smelly apartment, but they talked about it like it was their dream house or something. Lastly, even though Tamaya wasn't living with anyone in particular, she thought that moving into her own place was a big step and that it could be good for her.

And again, maybe it was because of her age, but… But Kasumi didn't see herself doing any of those things.

She couldn't imagine having kids. She perhaps could imagine herself holding someone's hand and looking at each other with the same adoration that Hugh and Simon looked at each other, but that person still did not have a face in her imagination, which according to her family, “was the most vivid imagination it had ever existed”. Much less did she see herself capable of taking her things and simply moving to another place, as if it hadn't taken her years to find a place (find people) that she could call home.

Kasumi pricked herself with the needle.

She knew they weren't abandoning her. They would continue to see each other very often, at the Headquarters or during the missions. Tamaya had assured them she would visit them constantly to make sure the house was not on fire, and the others had said similar things, hinting that they would be doing the same thing.

The backyard door opened. “Kasumi!”

But even if she knew it, even if she was aware that all those feelings of abandonment were completely irrational, her anxieties were more powerful.

“Hey, Kasumi.”

What if they found another Kasumi? What if they found someone who loved them the same way she loved them? What if their interests changed over the years? What if, after meeting new people and having new experiences, Kasumi seemed more and more replaceable over time?

“Kasumi ...”

What if Kasumi was left so far behind that she ended up getting buried by all their new memories, forgotten behind the door of an empty room, which was as dark as a starless night sky?

“Zoomie!”

She pricked herself with the needle again and realized that Evander had been talking to her.

She put her finger to her mouth and raised her eyebrows. Evander wasn’t wearing his shoes, but the edges of his pants covered in mud, hinting that he had been playing outside. He was wearing his cap. Apparently, Hugh hadn't stolen it.

Kasumi wondered where he had left it and how he had found it.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he announced. “Or… do you wanna take a shower first?”

Kasumi shook her head; she had already showered earlier that day.

“Well—” she looked at the sweater that Kasumi was embroidering. “What are you doing?”

She took a look at the sweater; the daisies were pretty nice. However, when she looked out the window, she realized that it was already dark outside and that her eyes were getting too tired.

“I’m… I’m going to sleep,” she replied.

Evander nodded and she headed for the basement.

***

If she believed that being in the lonely living room had been a nightmare in which her most invasive thoughts had taken complete control of her, it was because she had no idea what kind of things awaited her in the basement.

The basement. That basement where they had all slept together for so many years, and that a few days ago had seemed too small for them, but now it looked huge.

Never in her life had she had a bed to herself. At the orphanage, she shared a bed with other girls, and when she arrived at Simon's house, the five of them took turns to sleep in the twin-sized bed. Later, when Simon's parents left the house, instead of going to sleep in one of the upstairs rooms like normal people, they brought the double bed to the basement and put them together to create a larger bed.

There was something about sharing a bed with your family. A new kind of intimacy that Kasumi never thought she would ever experience.

Because she never thought that she would ever have a family in the first place.

She had to admit that it could be awkward at times. In the summer, the basement got very humid, and Kasumi, who slept between Georgia and Tamaya, felt like she was suffocating, and during winter, it was an eternal battle for the blankets.

There were also times when Georgia and Tamaya would talk late into the night. Kasumi didn't participate in those conversations but she did pay a lot of attention to them, turning to see the one who was talking and then turning to see the other, as if her eyes were following the sound of their voices. Although they tried to keep their tone down, they couldn't contain their giggles. One time they were so loud that Simon told them to be quiet while calling them “scandalous chickens”. Tamaya went wild over that comment and only calmed down because Simon almost burst into tears as he begged her to forgive him and assured her that he wasn't trying to make fun of her.

And, a few years later, he arrived.

“Zoomie—”

This time he didn't have to call her twice for her to hear him. “I already got out of the shower.”

Suddenly, she could see Hugh and Tamaya sitting on the bed. She was lying on her stomach and he was leaning against a pile of pillows, loudly arguing about why putting ketchup on the pizza was a crime against humanity and that Hugh should see a psychiatrist for thinking "that fucking shit" tasted good. But when they listened to what Evander said, they suddenly interrupted their discussion, and said, “Thanks for telling us— ” “ —but literally no one asked, ” before starting to yell at each other again.

If she didn't feel like she was going to cry at any moment, she probably would have laughed a little. She always laughed at Hugh and Tamaya's jokes.

“I mean… in case you wanna take a shower now.”

Simon was there too. He was pulling his pajamas and a pair of socks (that used to be white but had turned pink after finishing in the wrong batch of clothes) out of the drawers, and said, looking disapprovingly at the others, “Well, I did ask him because I do want to take a shower.”

He and Kasumi had that in common: they like to shower every day, and if they didn’t, their anxiety kicked in.

“Or if… you know, you want to brush your teeth. I already brushed mine.”

Then Georgie walked over to them, gently took Evander by the cheeks, and said, “Let me see; blow” in the same tone she used to order him to show her the empty plate after making a dish that had lots of vegetables on it, or when she asked him to close his eyes each time they came across a particularly violent scene while they were strolling through town in their civilian clothes.

She never needed to ask her to do that. Kasumi didn’t lie about brushing her teeth, she ate all her vegetables and she did close her eyes when she saw people (not villains or heroes; people) fighting in the middle of the street without anyone having to remind her.

In a blink, they all disappeared.

But Kasumi was still there.

And Evander too.

“I WANT THIS ONE!” he squealed before getting into the larger bed. He took one of the pillows and began rubbing his head against it. “Finally ... a bed all to myself.”

At least one of them was happy about it.

***

When Kasumi came back from brushing her teeth, put on her pajamas, and braided her hair so it wouldn’t get all tangled during the night, Evander was staring at the ceiling, completely still. He did not greet Kasumi when she entered, nor did he say anything to her when she sat on the twin-sized bed.

The beds were still together, but Kasumi felt like they had already separated them.

Then, she remembered that they had left the blankets drying in the backyard. Terrible decision. They were going to freeze to death.

She sighed and fumbled for something to cover herself while she went outside to get them when Evander stood up on the bed and spread with all his might a heavy (and filthy) red blanket they weren’t able to fit inside the washing machine and was left there on the floor like it was nothing.

Kasumi felt the blanket as the warmest of hugs. It covered most of the twin-sized bed and half of the other.

“If you steal the blanket,” Evander said lying down again, “I'm going to put my cold feet on you.”

She lay down too.

She did see him capable of doing that.

Evander was capable of a lot of things.

***

When Evander arrived, one of the first things she did was ask Georgie where he was going to sleep.

Oh, because Kasumi knew they were going to keep him. They just had to.

Georgie told her that he would sleep with the rest of them, and that was completely fine to her. At least until problems started to appear.

To begin with, he didn't fit in the boy's bed; he and Simon would do it perfectly, but Hugh was too big and took up much of the mattress.

“You are a monstrosity of a human being,” Evander blurted out. “No offense.”

“I'd take it as a compliment,” Hugh assured.

In the double bed, they were going through a similar situation. The three of them fit, but barely, not to mention that Tamaya had to sleep in very specific a position so she wouldn’t hurt her wings. Georgie assured that she would not let anyone sleep on the floor.

So Evander ended up sleeping in the space between the two beds, one part of his body over one mattress and one part on the other.

Kasumi wondered if he had difficulties adjusting to this new lifestyle. Although he hardly spoke about what his life had been like before joining the Renegades (as he had named them), she had heard Georgie tell Tamaya about how much he kicked her during the night or that Hugh confessing to Simon that it saddened him to hear him cry for his mom during the night (“Don’t tell him I said that though.”)

Maybe it was that Evander was not used to sharing a bed with other people, and he was even less used to those people taking years to react when the two beds accidentally separated, making him fell and hit his head.

‘Cause that happened.

“Georgie… the kid fell.”

“Hey, you asshole, stop cuddling with your— friend and help him.”

“We’re preparing him for the blows life is going to throw at him.”

“Simon, darling, I'd expect that kind of comment from Hugh, but from you—”

“I think I’m bleeding…”

That was enough to make Kasumi react. She got off the bed (kicking Georgie and Tamaya in the process), helped him get up, and, after making sure he was not bleeding, dusted off his clothes and hair.

“Are you okay, Vandy?” she asked him.

Evander looked at her with teary eyes and told her he was fine. Hugh put the beds back together (after Tamaya threw a shoe at him to make him react) and Georgie cuddled with her (probably to prevent her from throwing more shoes), so he and Kasumi slept next to each other the rest of the night.

She did not quite understand what Georgie and Hugh were talking about in those conversations that she overheard them having with Tamaya and Simon. Evander didn't kick her and she didn't hear him cry.

The next night, a few hours before making their first public appearance as the Renegades, Kasumi was in the living room, playing with her dolls (or staring at them while imagining the scenarios) when Evander appeared.

“How old are you?” he asked her.

“Excuse me?”

“How old are you?” he repeated.

For some reason, Kasumi had a little trouble remembering how old she was. “I'm thirteen,” she finally answered.

Evander nodded and sat on the floor, between two of her dolls, without Kasumi inviting him. She didn't quite know how to feel about it.

“Georgie is nineteen,” she kept saying. “And Tamaya eighteen, and—”

“And Simon and Hugh are sixteen,” Evander finished. “Yes, I know. I've asked them.”

Kasumi looked down. Thanks for telling us, but literally no one asked.

“I’m nine years old—” and he showed her nine of his fingers.

She wanted to tell him she thought he was a lot younger, but… yes, no one had asked. So she kept quiet.

The next thing Evander asked was:

“Do you like to play with dolls?”

So Kasumi smiled, and answered him:

“I love playing with dolls.”

“I never play with dolls,” Evander told her wrinkling his nose. “It’s for… girls.”

“Georgie says that all games are for girls, boys, and anyone who falls in between those,” Kasumi quoted solemnly. “Hugh and Simon played dolls with me all the time.”

Now it was Evander who looked away. “I don't think Hugh and Simon want to play with me,” he muttered.

“Why?” she asked him.

He shrugged. “It seems to me that… older kids have other things they worry about. Also, they’ve been friends since before I arrived.”

Kasumi thought that the word "friends" was not the most appropriate word to describe their relationship. Or that was what she had heard Tamaya say that afternoon, and when she was thirteen, all her opinions were opinions that other people had before, like the one about “All games are for girls, boys, and anyone who falls between those” that Georgie told her.

Speaking of them…

“Tamaya and Georgie don't want to play with me anymore,” she confessed quietly.

“Were they friends before you arrived?”

Kasumi shook her head and played with the loose thread on her skirt. “No, but I guess… people grow up. People grow up and that's it.”

Who knows if Evander understood what she meant by that. Kasumi herself didn't know what she had meant.

But Evander asked another question again.

“Can I play dolls with you, Kasumi?”

And Kasumi smiled.

Again.

“I'd loved if you played dolls with me, Evander.”

“You can call me Vandy.”

Kasumi smiled even more. “Seriously?”

“Yes, I really liked it when you called me that yesterday,” he replied. “Actually, I hadn't spoken to you all day because I was looking for an equally cool nickname to give you.”

She supposed that if he was already talking to her, that meant he had found a nickname. “And which one is it?”

Evander smiled at him too. “Zoomie.”

Zoomie was the best nickname anyone could have come up with.

It turned out that Evander was even better at imitating Victorian lady voices than Hugh and Simon. He was also not scandalized by the dramatic stories she invented, and even came up with the plot’s darkest moments. They had to be dragged to bed, and Georgie made the serious mistake of letting them sleep together again; they talked for hours until Simon asked them to be quiet with a not very family-friendly vocabulary. He even used the F-word (the same one that Hugh apparently couldn't spell). It was kind of shocking, but they let it go because it was Simon, and Simon would have done the same if it had been the other way around.

The third night they slept together, Tamaya snapped and threw her other shoe at them. In her opinion, the situation had become insufferable and others supported her. Georgie sat them at the dining room the next morning and told them that although she was very glad they were friends, she will have to go back to sleep between them because they were messing with everyone’s sleep schedule.

It was the first time that someone addressed them as "friends." Kasumi was so happy about it that she didn’t even complain about Georgie’s decision.

She had never had a friend just for herself.

But even after this new adjustment, Evander kept being… a mess. He kept talking before going to sleep, just that this time, his partner in crime was Hugh. At first, Kasumi thought Hugh was going to ignore him, but he genuinely seemed interested in the comic books Evander talked him about and even began reading some of them. Tamaya threw at them all the shoes they had, but not even with that she managed to shut them up, and they had to took away all the objects that could be thrown that were on her side of the bed so that she did not end up seriously hurting someone. Simon once remarked that he almost fell out of bed because Evander just moved too much, and when they hinted that he was just angry that Hugh no longer cuddled with him while he slept because he was too busy talking with Evander, he ignored them the rest of the day. Georgie kept waking up feeling her body all soar (“Evander kicks like a soccer player, I swear”), but she still was the first to comfort him when nightmares haunted him in the middle of the night.

She had never seen him like that though.

Not until now.

Kasumi felt the bed so empty that she couldn't fall asleep. Her eyes were closed, but her mind was racing, thinking about all the scenarios in which all had gone wrong and now her family (Adrian included) was being taken to the cathedral to be publicly executed by Ace Anarchy himself. She felt the other bed's mattress and the blanket moving at the same time that Evander did, while he babbled things that Kasumi couldn't understand.

At least until she felt a warm pair of her hands grip her wrists so tightly that it made her open her eyes violently and scream.

Her first instinct was to think those hands belonged to some anarchist, ready to pull her out of bed and drag her into the depths of limbo, but it didn't take her long to recognize them.

They were the same hands that played dolls with her when she was younger, that gently pulled her ponytail when she zoned out in the middle of interviews and wanted to make her react, and they were the same hands that took hers and rubbed them during cold days because he knew Kasumi didn’t like wearing gloves but her hands were still so cold that he feared they would get all frozen and fall.

Evander was so close to her, that even in the dark, she could see that he was frowning and clenching his jaw while moving his legs as if he was trying to get away from something.

“Stop… stop, stop… stop,” he pleaded with someone who wasn't really there.

But Kasumi was there.

“Evander, Evander, it's me,” she whispered. “Evander, it's me.”

Evander kept kicking, kept running, and kept pleading.

“Stop, stop…”

“It's me, Evander,” she insisted. “Evander…”

Then, she remembered what the keyword was.

“It's me, Vandy—” she put a hand in his hair “—It's me…”

Evander progressively released her wrists, and as he did so, he opened his eyes, filled with tears and fear.

Kasumi felt her lips tremble, and she…

Understood. She understood those conversations she heard them had.

But what she did not understand was how they did not break with him to see him like that. All trembling, teary, and…

Small.

Really, really small.

She really didn’t.

However, a part of her must have understood because although Kasumi felt a bump in her throat, she did not shed a single tear. Not even when he, with a voice more broken than she had ever heard came out of him, whispered:

“Zoomie?”

She didn't stop stroking his hair. “I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Zoomie—“ he put a hand on her cheek “—Zoomie, I had a bad dream.”

She was not surprised.

Kasumi put her free hand over his. “Do you wanna tell me about it?”

She had always been told that sharing dreams, especially unpleasant ones, could help. Kasumi was very lucky that most of her dreams were pretty ones, like days at the beach, swimming with dolphins, or romantic boat rides because she dreamed pretty often. Simon also dreamed a lot, but they were more nightmares than anything else, like when he dreamed that a couple dressed in black came to the house and wanted to take him out of the city, speaking in a language he did not understand and calling him “Simón” instead of “Simon”. The others did not dream as often as they did, but Georgie once dreamed that she crashed into a plane while flying and the plane exploded with a lot of people inside, Tamaya that some goats chewed the feathers of his wings, and there was a time when Hugh claimed to have constant nightmares about everyone in the house dying of a mysterious illness and school recitals (“... and I've never even been to a school recital!”)

She knew all that because many times they had come to her and to tell her, “Kasumi, I just had a horrible nightmare and I hope you can give me tell what it means.”

Maybe if Evander told her what his dream was about, she could help him.

However, Evander told her that he didn't feel like talking about it.

Kasumi got it. After all, it was the first time she woke him up from a nightmare.

Nightmares could be very private.

“It's okay ... will you ... will you let me rub your back, then?” she asked him.

He nodded very slowly and Kasumi moved closer to him, to the point that they both were practically over the space between the two beds. She had half of her body on one mattress, and him in the other.

Kasumi had war flashbacks, and Evander too.

“This are the blows Simon told me life will throw at me,” he stammered with a sniffle.

Kasumi gave a soft laugh and started rubbing his back. She discreetly smelt his hair. “Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Thank you.”

“You should probably do it more often...”

Evander didn't respond.

He just burst into tears.

“You aren't gonna leave me, are you?” he asked her.

“What?”

Evander tried to wipe the tears away with the blanket, but that only made him cry even louder and his sentences get more incomprehensible.

“Like— you ...” he sobbed, “you aren't gonna leave me like the rest of them, right?”

Immediately, Kasumi knew who he was referring to and her heart shrunk as her brain was able to process what he had said.

“They didn’t leave us,” she replied, brushing his hair behind his ears, “they just—”

“Grew up.”

Kasumi got chills. His tone had felt so cold and distant for a moment. “Yeah. That’s kind of how life is.”

Instinctively, the two of them pressed their foreheads against each other, and Kasumi noticed that Evander was sweating, but she was not disgusted by any means.

She was just deeply concerned about him.

“You're getting older,” Evander whispered. “You're probably not gonna like me in a couple of years.”

She already had the answer for that on the tip of her tongue. But she remembered all her insecurities and she stopped being so sure if she would be telling the truth if she were to answer him at that moment.

And she would never lie to him on purpose.

So although Kasumi did not like to imagine how her life would be in the future, she tried to do so, only to confirm her idea.

She imagined herself as an adult. A little more confident, powerful, and, God willing, a little taller. She envisioned a future in which none of her family members would forget her and she could become part of Adrian's childhood memories. She would help Georgie to take care of him so that she could spend time by herself because only God knew how much that woman needed time for herself. Tamaya would introduce them to the young man she had talked about so much lately, the doctor who helped her heal when her wing got hurt and he would be as nice as she had promised. She was even able to see herself being a bridesmaid at Hugh and Simon's wedding when they finally made her relationship public and reminded the whole world that it was still possible to love in a city that seemed so full of hate.

She could imagine her future, but she couldn't imagine herself not being friends with Evander.

Kasumi would never be able to take her things and move to another place where he was not part of it. Because Kasumi would never voluntarily leave her home.

And Evander had been her home since the first moment he walked through that door.

“Don’t be silly. I'll always like you,” she assured him, stroking his hair again. “And most importantly... I will always be here for you.” And unintentionally, she added, “Even when you grow up, and you do not like me anymore.”

Evander pulled away slightly from her and stared into her eyes for a long time. She thought maybe that's how she looked when she was imagining something too.

Only... with a less puffy face.

“I'm always gonna be there for you too,” he replied. “And I’ll always like you, and I’ll always love you. You know that, right?”

Kasumi didn't know how to answer.

She… she didn’t.

Like— she knew he liked her, but she didn’t think he loved her.

It was a nice thing to hear.

“No,” she mumbled, brushing off the tears that rolled down his face with her thumb. “But ... thank you.”

Then, Evander was able to regain his composure and rubbed his hands all over his face tightly as if he was trying to wipe the tears out of his eyes. Kasumi took that opportunity to change her position and allow him to put his head on her chest.

“When I'm rich and famous, I'll buy you a house,” Evander told her, trying to hide the nasal voice that had remained after crying as hard as he just did. “It will be near my mansion.”

Kasumi pinched his cheek. “So you get a mansion and I get a house. How nice of you.”

“I know” he replied with a proud smile.

The audacity.

But that was not the time.

She took the tip of the blanket. It almost fell from the bed during the attack.

“Come on ...” she whispered, covering him up to his chin. “Go back to sleep.”

“Are you going back to sleep too?”

“Yes,” she lied to him.

But as Evander immediately knew he was lying, it didn't count as a lie at all.

“Liar,” he laughed. “Don’t be silly. I wanna stay up with you too.”

Kasumi didn't find a reason why she wouldn't let him.

After all, there was no one to throw shoes at them or to shut them up unkindly anymore. There wasn't even someone who would leave them on the floor if they fell out of bed or who would come between them anymore because they all thought putting them together was going to cause the apocalypse or something.

It hurt a little bit to think about that, but at the same time, it hurt less than before.

“Did I tell you I found my cap?”

Kasumi remembered the entire cap fight. “No, but I noticed.”

“Do you wanna know where it was, Zoomie?”

“Where was your cap, Vandy?”

Evander not only told her about how he had found his cap; he also talked to her about her whole day in detail and made jokes that made Kasumi laugh out loud and her eyes itch.

She didn’t know if it was because she had been holding back her tears for so long, or if it was because it was during the night when one could see the stars, and Evander was pure light in those very moments.

The next morning, when they saw the others again at the Headquarters, Kasumi no longer felt abandoned, or as she was going to fuse with the darkness of that empty room where they supposedly left her because there was no room to begin with. But even if that did happen, and she ended up becoming one with the night sky, she knew that she was going to at least have one star to shine on her and assure her that neither of them would ever truly be alone if they had each other.

#renegadesnet #renegades #archenemies #supernova #renegades trilogy #kasumi hasegawa #evander wade #obsi's writs

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“illusion”

Chapter 13

Yo it's been a while! Sorry about that, I've been busy working on another fic (Triad, if you want to check it out). Anyway, here's the beginning of a fierce battle lol- things will not go as planned. I also forgot how to write fight scenes lol but that's okay bc the emotional moments here are nice. Anyway, enjoy!

WARNINGS: description of graphic injury. Also, I’ll be making an sfw version of this soon so stay tuned!

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"There are injured civilians and Magic knights throughout the city! Some might be shipped out as POWs soon, but that's why we're here, to stop it! Our primary objective is to clear the area of innocents and the injured, then wait for reinforcements from the Silver Eagles to arrive and drive out the enemy. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir!"

There's barely a second to waste, so Captain Hervey barks out his orders to us as we shoot towards the border town, finally coming into view. My heart is pounding, my hands gripping the wood of my broom handle so tight I'm surprised it hasn't cracked. Alice holds onto me as I drive, bent over a bit to avoid getting a face-full of my hair as the wind whips through it. All of us are here on brooms, except Julius, who went off ahead by himself to scout out the area. His absence just makes me more nervous. I hope he comes back soon- what if they were waiting for him, and he gets captured, or worse-

My thoughts are (thankfully) cut off as Hervey continues his spiel. "Once Julius gets back with info, I'll split you up into groups, then deploy you. Remember, try not to attack the enemy until all the civilians are out of the way."

I nod slowly to myself, my eyes still transfixed on the city. There's smoke rising, and I can hear magic blasts from afar. This morning, the vague order came directly from the Wizard King: "The border town of Lullin has been under siege from the Diamond Kingdom for three days. They have finally broken through the Crimson Lion Kings' defenses. Your squad will hold them off until the Silver Eagles arrive as backup."

And that was it. The strange thing is, none of us knew about this siege, even though it's been going on for three days! We land on the outskirts, out of sight from any of the forces inside. The town was walled, as are many border towns, and the fight is going on within the pit. Was it kept secret on purpose? Whatever was going on here, it was now our problem. The Grey Deer were used more as a diplomatic squad, escorting royalty, nobility, and foreign visitors. Most of the battling was done by the Silver Eagles and the Crimson Lions. But today must be desperate, because here we are, nervous as can be, getting ready to jump into our first real fight in a while.

"Well, at least we get to kick some Diamond ass!" Nigel, of course, is rearing to go, even though I suspect this newfound confidence is just a way to cover up his own nerves. He does a few lunge stretches, which at least lightens the mood. "Giles, lets have a contest!"

Giles, who looks like a corpse right about now, nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of his name being called. "Huh? I don't think this is the time for a contest!" he objects.

"No, no, it'll be easy!" Nigel smirks and hits his hand into his palm. "Whoever takes out the most diamond guys wins!"

"Take out? Like, KILL?!"

"No! Like- take out-"

"You didn't think this through, did you?" Alice asks, her face not matching her teasing tone. "Don't bother keeping count... just..." Her gaze drifts, and it's obvious that her next words are meant only for Giles.

"Don't... get yourself killed because you're distracted. Just survive." Her smile reappears, just a whisper. "Alright?"

Giles stares at her for a long second, the sunlight shining on his glasses. You can see the understanding start to dawn on his face, and even he manages to smile back, a smile meant to quell her worries.

"Of course. Right back at ya, Alice."

Suddenly, there's a loud whoosh and a CRACK in our encampment. We whirl around to see Julius land there as powerfully and gracefully as usual. My lips part for a moment in a quiet sigh of relief. He's back! And unharmed!

"Julius, what's the situation?" Hervey demands, turning to walk over to his Vice Captain. "How many are there?"

Julius takes a moment to catch his breath before answering. "A lot..." He shakes his head. "Maybe a hundred Diamond mages. Plus their General."

There's a worried murmur among the squad at the mention of the General. Instead of captains, the Diamond Kingdom army was led by their "8 Shining Generals," who were rumored to be as fearsome as they come. If one of them was here, and had already defeated the Crimson Lions, how on earth are we supposed to make any headway?

"Dear God..." Hervey twists his goatee anxiously, his forehead creasing at least five times as he considers what to do. "Do you know which one?" He glances up in time to see Julius shake his head. "Well, we're going in blind... perhaps we should stick to the perimeter-"

"The Crimson Lions are being kept hostage in the center of town," Julius cuts in before his captain can finish. "The General is stationed in there I believe. As for the residents, they're being kept in their homes in several areas of town. I don't know what the enemy plans to do with them, but I think we should try and evacuate them before the Silver Eagles arrive." He glances around at the rest of us. "We'll split into four groups. Three will sweep the houses and evacuate civilians. Me, Captain Hervey, and a few of you will head for the center and cause a distraction." His gaze hardens for a moment as the orders are issued. "We should be able to accomplish this quickly. I don't want any civilians to get caught up in battle once the Silver Eagles are here."

We all nod silently in agreement. Hervey opens his mouth to say something, but even he can feel it; When Julius spoke, everyone's nerves were eased, if only for a moment. For a moment... it was like Julius was the Captain.

With that, Hervey splits us up into groups and tells us to prepare ourselves. I get put into a group with Wren, Giles, and Martin, which I'm not thrilled about, but at this point I'm to jumpy to even care. Everyone is tense, their hearts pounding adrenaline through their bodies. Alice sits on a rock and taps her foot. Martin starts biting his nails. Malota and Hervey talk together quietly. Julius hasn't spoken- or looked at me for that matter- since we left the base. Now, he stands alone on the ridge overlooking the passage to town, his face turned away from me so I have no hope of reading it. But his shoulders are squared, his head held high, and his stance sure. Whatever lays ahead, he's ready and confident. My heart starts pounding for a different reason, but I shake my head to rid it of any intrusive thoughts.

I have to clear my head, to get ready for this... I have to focus more than anyone else here.

Using my Illusion magic is tricky enough, and even more so in the fray of battle. I have only seconds to read someone's face, cast my spell, and generate an image of something in their mind that will stop them from attacking me. Like with those bandits before, I'll probably go with injuries that will shock them. I squeeze my eyes shut taking in a deep breath.

Injuries... injuries...

It would be so much easier if I could see my own illusions, but by nature they only appear in the minds of my targets. I have to transmit that image as convincingly as possible if it's going to do anything. And in order to do that, I do... research. I have a box full of medical textbooks and trauma first aid manuals under my bed, which have some pretty realistic pictures inside. Every time I crack open a page, my stomach turns and I feel dizzy, but I force myself to look.

It hurts that much just to study... I can't imagine how it must feel to see that injury appear on your body.

But now I have to do just that. I have to hurt people again.

Maybe it'll feel nice... I suck in another breath through my nose, squeezing and releasing my fist a few times.

I've been hurt a lot lately... maybe it'll feel nice to finally hurt someone else.

I imagine what it'll be like, when enemies are attacking and I have no choice but to use my power. I already know, that every single one of them will have Lawrence's face plastered on in my mind's eye.

Before I can think to hard about it, I hear someone crying.

Blinking slowly, I remove myself from my trance and turn to see someone slumped behind a tree, their head hanging and their arms hugging themselves like they were the only real thing left in this world. "Um... are you okay?" I take a few cautious steps, walking into the treeline and realizing that it's none other than Cecelia who's crying.

As soon as she hears my voice, she looks up, her eyes already swollen and red. "Oh- uh- yeah-" She reaches up and starts to wipe her face frantically. "I-I just got really nervous for a second, I t-think I'll be fine now-" She lowers her hand and takes a deep breath. But, when she releases it, more tears burst out. With a whimper, she covers her face, her shoulders trembling.

She's scared. Well, we're all scared, but she lets it show on her face. Her eyes are overflowing with water and she bites her lip hard to keep it from twitching.

She's... so scared...

"Cecelia..."

Without really thinking, I walk forward and pull her into a hug. Cecelia freezes up for a moment, her face planted right into the fluffy shoulder of my robe. I give her a squeeze.

She's only 15... and yet she has to go to war with the rest of us.

"I don't really remember my first battle. I was your age though," I start to say, not exactly sure where I'm going with this. Lately, I'm the one who had to be comforted, so being there for someone else isn't coming as naturally as I would like. But I have to do the best I can. "I bet you won't even remember this in a few months."

Slowly, Cecelia nods and lets her hands come up to hug me back, but her crying does not cease. "Are you s-sure?"

...no.

"Of course." I stroke her hair gently, my heart clenching more and more.

Oh god... if anything happens to her...

"Hey, what's going on here?"

We both look up to see Alice peek around the tree, her eyes widening when she spots Cecelia's tears. "oh! CC..." Instead of being paralyzed like I was, Alice immediately melts into a grin before stepping forward. "Give me your hand."

Hesitantly, Cecelia, lets go of me and lets Alice take her small hand. Alice bends down just a little to look the girl in the eye, her irises glinting with golden determination. "You're nervous, right?"

Cecelia nods.

"You can say it, it's okay."

"I...I-I'm scared..."

"That's perfectly alright. But listen-" Alice clasps her other hand over Cecelia's. "You're in my group, right? So I'll protect you! No matter what. And you're going to protect me too!"

Cecelia's breaths are still shaky, but somehow she manages to smile as well.

"I will..."

"Promise?" Alice sticks out her pinky finger, causing Cecelia to giggle. They lock fingers and shake once.

"Promise!"

The somber air is gone now, replaced by something more hopeful. I let out a relieved sigh before turning to leave. I wish I was as good as Alice, I think sadly. She's so good at handling these types of delicate situations. She's always been my rock... Could Alice really be involved in my attacks? Was she really part of that plan?

... no. Of course not.

"Hey! You too!" I look back to see Alice and Cecelia looking at me. "Promise me you'll protect yourself, and everyone else in your team," Alice repeats.

"Well, maybe not Martin-" Cecelia pipes up, grinning as both Alice and I collapse into peels of laughter. "I'm kidding, guys!"

"Cecelia, never change-" I tell her through a giggle, reaching up to wipe my own eyes. "And yes... I'll protect everyone, I promise."

With that, there's only mere minutes before we have to set out. The fear in my veins is still there, but my new-found confidence beats it back into being silent. This is just like many fights and battles before. Maybe on a larger scale that I'm used to, but it's just another fight. A fight that I will probably forget within a few months. I leave Alice and Cecelia alone, stepping back out into the meadow. Once again, my eyes are drawn to Julius, still standing by himself on the ridge. Should I go say something? I gulp nervously, my heart fluttering a little. Part of me doesn't want to bother him, but at the same time, I wonder if I will regret passing up this one last chance.

"... hey."

Julius looks to his side as I finally walk up to him, my eyes fixed on the city in the distance. "Oh, hi. I was wondering if you were going to come keep me company."

I shoot a glance up at him to see him smiling, and my nerves melt away immediately. "Ah, I see... well, better late than never?"

"For sure." He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again to study my face. "Well... it's been an... eventful day, hasn't it?"

I gulp nervously, glad that we're facing away from the others because my face is definitely starting to heat up. "Um, yeah, I suppose it has-" I let out a breath of embarrassed laughter, the memories of earlier this morning flooding back. These past few days were crazy, and something tells me it's just going to get worse. "I'm sorry, I guess-"

"Sorry? For what?" Julius winks. "I enjoyed myself, you know." I raise an eyebrow, my heart pounding a little. Between last night and this morning, things between us have... escalated. And now, on the horizon of battle, there's nothing I'd like to do more than throw myself into his arms and hold him one last time. I'm sure he'll be fine, but I don't want to die without that...

But we can't. I feel eyes burning into our backs, watching us closely. Malota, I know, is watching. She and Alice alone know about me and Julius, and any wrong move could set off an explosion.

"If anyone should be sorry, it's me." Julius finally speaks again, his eyes narrowing slightly as sadness pools within them. My breath catches in my throat at the look, and I almost want to start crying right then and there. "I... hope you don't feel like I'm taking advantage of your situation, because you're vulnerable. And I hope you know that I was serious about everything I said before, and-"

Suddenly, he's the one who seems desperate to confess something, even though he's been honest with me from the very start. I can't do anything but stare at him blankly, dumbfounded that he's apologizing, before blinking away my shock.

"You're special to me."

And Julius... you have no idea how much I want to love you.

My heart strains hard at the walls I put up around it, begging me to set it free and finally surrender it to someone on my own terms. But this isn't a good time... in fact, it's the worst time possible. So I keep it imprisoned just a little longer.

"Julius-"

He stops talking as I reach out. I want to touch him, to rub up his chest, to grab the collar of his shirt and shut him up with a big kiss. And from the look in his eyes, I know he wants the exact same thing.

But I don't do that. I just let my hand land on his shoulder, like a good comrade would.

"You have nothing to apologize for. Honestly." I offer him a smile, one that I hope comforts me just as he does.

Slowly, Julius nods, then reaches out to grab my shoulder as well. We stand there, still, for a moment, but any longer and people would start to think. So I let go, and he does the same. "We need to go." Julius inhales deeply, the sadness gone from his eyes. "Be careful, alright? There's a lot I want to talk about when this is over."

"Oh?" I shoot him a wink as I step away. "And a lot you want to do with me, right?"

Julius's eyebrows pop up in surprise, but he can't suppress a grin, a slight tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks and nose. "Of course, of course. I still owe you a reward, don't I?"

I open my mouth in mock shock, even though that one comment is sending my heart reeling once again. Oh my god, I better survive today! I'm not sure what Julius has in mind for that "reward" but something tells me that it's going to be something I'll remember for a long, long time.

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As soon as we part, the world descends into a blur. Hervey is once again shouting orders, and everyone jumps onto their brooms, ready to go. In one swam, we lift off the ground, but then our groups break off to surround the city. "Hey! Loser!" I look over to see Alice grinning at me as she starts to zoom away. The wind muffles her words, but I can just make them out. "See you later!"

"You too!" I smile and give her one last wave before turning away.

Wren, Giles, and Martin fly behind me, silent but already with their grimoires out. I squint my eyes against the wind as I watch the center of the city like a hawk, where Julius and the others will be causing a distraction.

Any second now... come on-

It happens; the entire area grows cold, and a huge spike of ice rockets up out of the earth like some evil, jagged tower. "There! That's the captain's magic! Let's go!"

"Hell yeah!" Wren lets out a hoot as we start to spiral down to our assigned sector of the city.

"Hold on! Don't go so fast!" I yell over to him. "Someone's gonna see us, we need to give them time to get distracted-"

"So? We're here for a fight!" Wren smirks. "Anyway, it's not like you're in charge, I'm the oldest here."

"Maybe Giles should be in charge!" Martin pipes up. "He has glasses, right?"

"Martin, that's the dumbest thing you've ever said." I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing to God that I had been paired with Julius or Alice or anyone other than these two. "Fine, Wren, you lead us, but for the love of GOD, please don't do anything dumb."

Wren's ego is just growing by the minute, and he even does a fist bump in midair. I roll by eyes at him before looking back down at the city, and notice some soldiers running out of a large building and towards the center of town. "There!" I point out. "That's where-"

"Where the prisoners are being held!" Wren cuts me off rudely. "Martin, you head towards the closest wall and start making a hole in it. I doubt we'll have time to escort the civilians to the main gate. And you two-" he glances over at Giles and I. "We're going in hot, so get ready!"

"Aye aye!" Martin swoops away towards an abandoned section of the wall, his brown grimoire already flipping open. I don't have time to watch him activate his wood magic and land, because Wren, Giles and I start our dive. The wind whips around us, and the few Diamond guards still stationed at the building finally notice us. "Look out!" They start to open their Grimoires, but it's too late.

"Illusion Magic: Sudden Death."

There's seven of them, more than I expected, but the two that I don't manage to transmit the illusion to stand there shocked as their comrades suddenly start screaming and clutching at their stomachs. "Huh? What the hell? What's wrong?"

"Feather Magic: Harpy's Fury!"

They look up just in time to see a barrage of sharpened feathers shoot down at them. The projectiles cut and stab, until the remaining enemies fall to the ground in an unconscious heap, just in time for the three of us to make our graceful landing.

"That was awesome! Did you see me take those guys down?! Did ya?!" Wren nudges one of the fallen with his boot, getting no reaction in return.

Giles puts his broom down and frowns curiously at the enemy through his spectacles. "What did you do to them?" he asks me. "I mean, what did you show them?"

I shrug. "Not much..." I gulp nervously, forcing myself to shut the images away in a compartment of my brain. "Intestines usually does it."

Giles winces a little, but shakes his head. "Well, you distracted them-"

"Come on! We're going to be slower than the other teams if you keep chit-chatting!" Wren yells, already halfway through the door. Giles and I exchange an exasperated look before running after him.

To our surprise, the first halls seem rather empty. If I had to guess, this is some sort of common area for the town. Which means that there's a large, central room, perfect for holding a large number of prisoners. There's probably more guards stationed around there-

Sure enough, we turn the corner and come across an opening. There's a large double door, barricaded shut, with three guards in front. They seem surprised to see us, but we don't give them time to act. Well, more specifically... Giles doesn't."

"Horn Magic: Mighty Ox!"

With a loud yell, Giles balls up his fists and punches forward with both at the same time. Right on cue, two sharp, massive horns form around them, spotless ivory shining in the lantern light. As he thrust forward, the horns broke free, rocketing towards the enemy. With a resounding bang, they went flying back, breaking through the door and skidding to a stop on the tile floor beyond. "There!"

"Damn, Giles-" I can't help but say, my mouth twisting into a smile. Giles, soft spoken, bookish Giles, was a beast! No wonder Alice liked him so much.

Giles brushes off his sleeves before giving me an uncharacteristically confident smile. "Surprised? You've seen this magic many times."

"Yeah? And it still blows me away every time."

"GUYS?" Wren suddenly wines. "Come on, we have a shit ton of people to save."

I don't answer, just sticking my tongue out at him briefly before running to enter the great hall. Just as we thought, it's packed to the brim with people, frightened civilians who are huddled together on blankets and flimsy looking cots. "Y-You're Magic Knights!" one of them exclaims, tears edging her eyes as she realizes that they are saved.

"Yeah, yeah, we're the Grey Deer." Wren crosses his arms as he "kindly" addresses the crowd. "Everyone, get up and get moving! We've prepared an escape route to get you all out of here before the Silver Eagles get here to kick these guys' asses!"

There's a flurry of movement as people jump up, grabbing their meager belongings and scrambling to get ready. Wren gives us a worried look, his eyes narrowing slightly. I know what he's thinking: this is going a little too smoothly. Let's get out of here. "Giles-" Wren turns to address him. "Make a hole in that wall over there. It's quicker than walking all the way back through the building."

Giles nods, bringing out his grimoire once again. "Right!" He directs his attention to the wall, his back to us. "Horn Magic-"

Midsentence, I see it appear on his back. A ball of energy shoots between Wren and I to hit him, and on impact I see his body freeze in place.

My eyes widen, not quite taking in the sight, not before it's too late.

"GILES-"

"AAAAAAH-"

Giles's body crunches up, a quickly growing spot of green foam spreading over his back. His shirt dissolves along with it, and I see that his skin has been burnt an angry red color. With one last agonized cry, Giles stumbles and falls to his knees, shaking with pain.

What?! Wren and I finally react, spinning around to see a group of ten mages coming into the room behind us. One of them, the man in front, wears a fluffy black coat, his hair slicked back over his head, and a wide, cruel smile on his face. Three stones are embedded in his head, one on each cheek and another above his lip. His grimoire is an acid green color, matching the magic that hit Giles, and floats open in front of him. Wren and I stay frozen in place, our heart pounding as if we were in the sights of an apex predator.

Because... that's exactly what this man is.

Almost in slow motion, he speaks.

"Slime Mold Magic... release."

A shuddering breath is ripped from Giles's throat as the magic leaves his body, returning to this man's Grimoire. I glance back to see him sit up, still pale and shaky. Shit! Who is this guy?! I turn back to look at this new enemy. He's strong, I can tell... oh god...

"You three... Magic Knights. I can tell that you're young." The mage licks his lips. "And full of potential. We value that in the Diamond Kingdom. It's not something I should waste." The way the words leave his lips is akin to a hiss from a snake. "So, I'll give you one chance... leave now, and I won't harm you."

"No way!" Wren immediately answers, his hand on his Grimoire. His eyes hold none of their usual mirth; only shrewd observation as he takes in his options. I nod slowly along with him, still formulating a plan of my own. "We came here to save these people, and that's exactly what we'll do."

The mage laughs, the cruel sound echoing through the hall. A few of the frightened civilians behind us are whimpering in fear. "Foolish children... do you really want to feel the wrath of one of the Shining Generals?"

"H-Huh?" The threat takes me by surprise and I can't help but let the gasping word leave my lips. "But..." I glance at Wren, who has gone pale as well. "Wasn't the General supposed to be in the center of town?"

"Silly girl." The Mage laughs again, louder this time, his Grimoire already flipping to a new page.

"Did you think we'd only send one?"

ooooooooooooh noooooo MC has to fight a shining general now... with two questionable comrades lol. How will this turn out? Find out whenever I decide to update again lol!

#black clover #spicy #illusion #fic #julius novachrono x reader #julius novachrono

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hermionemonica · 4 years

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The Other One

Happy birthday, @thecrazyladybug!! Here’s what I promised you!

I hope you like it!

(I own none of the characters. This is merely a fan fiction.)

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A black cat-superhero leaped across the Paris rooftops carrying a young lady in his arms. He seemed to be headed towards the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

“There you go, Princess!” Chat put Marinette down on her balcony.

Marinette couldn’t move her eyes from Chat's face. She had spent so much time with her dorky partner, but how had she missed so much of kindness shimmering in his green eyes?

Chat ran a hand gingerly over the bruise on the side of her face. “Please don't go near an akuma attack again. I don't want you getting hurt.”

How could Marinette explain to him that he had come upon her just after she had detransformed in an alley? And she couldn’t just stay away from akumas, she was Ladybug! But of course, Chat didn't know that this girl in front of her was his superhero partner.

Chat's clawed hand lingered on her cheek, careful to not scratch her. Marinette liked the warmth of his touch on her skin.

Marinette was so lost in his eyes that she hadn’t realized that Chat had leaned down so that their faces were only inches apart. When she noticed, a deep red blush spread over her cheeks.

“Good night Marinette," Chat whispered, as he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A shiver ran down Marinette’s spine as his fingers brushed lightly over her neck. With a last wink at her, Chat Noir vaulted away into the darkness of the night.

Marinette slowly climbed down the ladder to her bedroom. A look of surprise and longing was still etched on her face as if she was under a spell. She sat up on her bed, facing the wall, and gently ran her hand over the photos of Adrien that she had collected over the months.

Tikki zoomed out of Marinette's purse and flew to her side. “Are you alright Marinette?” she asked, concerned.

“I don't know, Tikki. Is it okay to feel like this?”

“Like what?”

Marinette stayed silent. Tikki floated near Marinette's face. “Is it that you feel unfaithful towards Adrien?”

“No. In fact, I never realized before today how similar they both are.”

“Marinette, are you sure you are not projecting your feelings for Adrien onto Chat Noir?”

“I don't know,” Marinette whispered as if she was afraid to say it out loud.

Marinette lay down on her back and let out a deep sigh. Why was she thinking about Chat so much now? She had known that flirty cat for almost a year now, and she had never felt like this about him. What was wrong with her? Was she so desperate for Adrien that she had begun to see him in every boy she knew?

She touched the bruise on her face and felt a tingling. It wasn't the pain though, she just remembered Chat's touch there. And how he had looked at her when he saw she was hurt.

It was a different thing to see him being exceedingly loud in declaring his feelings for Ladybug. But tonight, when Chat found her standing in the alley and had immediately devoted himself to getting her home safely, Marinette had seen the quiet concern in his eyes. Had he looked like that at Ladybug before? Did he look like that at every civilian he rescued?

Marinette's mind was filled with too many questions whose answers she did not know. Physically and emotionally tired from the events of the evening, she drifted off to sleep very soon and had dreams where her Adrien and her kitty merged into one.

Tikki floated over Marinette when she had fallen asleep, and planted a little kiss on her forehead. She cared greatly for her chosen, but this time, she couldn't help her. Marinette had to figure out her feelings herself.

“What is this feeling?” Adrien asked aloud. He detransformed and jumped into his bed as soon as he entered his room through his window.

Plagg was too busy munching on his cheese to respond to Adrien's question, and he knew Adrien needed some time to get his emotions in order.

Adrien ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't stop thinking about Marinette. The way she had looked at him as they stood in her balcony. He couldn’t fathom that look.

When Marinette looked at Adrien, he saw nervous laughter, excitement, and friendship in that look. When Ladybug looked at Chat Noir, he saw unhesitating faith and fiery confidence in that look. When Kagami looked at Adrien, he saw admiration and a subtle competition in her look.

But the way Marinette had looked at Chat Noir today, it was different. It was the way one looks at fire, enthralled and with wonder, and yet with fear. He could not get that look out of his head, no matter how much he tried. And it was doing things to him. Strange things. Like he felt his heart tug and his breath catch when Marinette's bluebell eyes came to his mind.

Strangely though, Marinette’s eyes were just the same shade of blue as Ladybug's. But while Ladybug's eyes made him think of open skies and freedom, Marinette's eyes made him think about the depths of oceans and unfathomed mysteries.

Adrien took his phone and opened his gallery. His finger lingered for a while over the icon of the folder that contained Ladybug's photos. Then he scrolled past it, to a folder named “Friends". It was mostly filled with selfies with Chloe and Nino. But he scrolled down, till he reached a group selfie that Alya had taken weeks ago. Four people. Nino, Alya, himself, and... Marinette. Adrien zoomed in on Marinette's face. There was a light blush on her face as she smiled at the camera. Had she always been so beautiful?

He did not know for how long he stared at that photograph before he fell asleep, but when he woke up and unlocked his phone, Marinette’s was the first face that greeted him. And it warmed his heart strangely; he couldn't have wished for a better start to his day.

When Adrien reached school, he found himself searching for those raven pigtails and bluebell eyes. Then again, Marinette was late most days, so he trudged his way to his classroom.

At the gong of the last bell, Marinette ran into the class, panting and out of breath. Adrien suppressed a giggle at her cuteness. While passing by his seat, she gave him a nervous smile, and Adrien forgot how to breathe.

All day, Adrien could not focus on the class. How could he, when Marinette was sitting just behind him?

What was wrong with him? Why was Marinette suddenly having such an effect on him?

There was an akuma attack during their PE class. Soon, Ladybug and Chat Noir were on the scene.

The akuma was quickly dealt with. As Chat turned to leave, his heart impatient to see Marinette again, he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. He turned around to see Ladybug looking at him, her brows knitted with concern.

“Are you okay, Chat?”

Ladybugs piercing gaze made his heart thump in his chest like always, and it left him all the more conflicted. Why was he feeling like this for two different girls?

“Yeah, just a little tired.”

“Oh. Get some rest, okay?” Ladybug let her hand slide down from Chat's shoulder, down his arm, to his hand. She wrapped her fingers around his hand and gave it a light squeeze.

Chat couldn't move. Ladybug was looking at him like she never had before. For a moment, he stood there, transfixed, lost in her eyes. Just then a beep from Ladybug’s earrings broke the spell.

“I gotta go kitty. Take care!” she said before swinging away.

Chat stood there for a while. Then he turned and vaulted away towards the school.

Adrien was behaving weirdly today, and it was making Marinette really nervous.

Their first class was Chemistry, and Adrien had volunteered to pair with her. And then in the middle of the experiment, he had touched her cheek and brushed his thumb over her bruise and whispered “Does it hurt?” It took her everything to not combust right then and there (but unfortunately, it didn’t stop her from spilling all her stuff over the table.)

Then at the end of the day, he offered to walk Marinette to the foot of the stairs because “I like being with you.”

She had no idea what Adrien was trying to do. Adrien was looking at her like she was some precious thing and she could not handle it. His gaze was making her jumpy and she could not understand what was happening, so she kept trying to keep a straight face and talk with as less stammering as she could.

And when Adrien whispered “Goodbye" in that voice, that broke the last straw for her. Her mind stopped working and she ran to her home as fast as her legs could carry her.

Once she was in her room, she let out a breath that she had been holding for too long. She tried to calm her nerves but to no avail. Now she just hoped that Chat would drop in later tonight, because she felt only his presence could put some of the raging questions in her mind to rest.

Chat perched silently on a rooftop. From there he could have a clear view of the Dupain Cheng bakery. It was already late. The black colour of his suit and his night vision enabled him to see clearly without being seen. So he spied on the pretty girl across the street.

Marinette stood in her balcony, leaning on the railings and looking over the night landscape. She was in her pajamas, and a pink shawl was lightly draped across her shoulders. She had her hair in a loose braid, and she wore no makeup, but even then Chat thought she looked the most beautiful that he had ever seen her. In her hand she held her phone, the glow from the screen lighting up her face, and Chat saw that both her regular smile and blush were missing from her features. And that didn't feel right at all.

There was a storm of emotions in Marinette's mind. About Adrien. About Chat Noir. She stared at her wallpaper, a photo of Adrien. That photo was her favourite because of the soft yet fiery look in his eyes that seemed to pierce right at her soul whenever she looked at it. And yet, it could not calm her heart today.

Suddenly she looked up. Why was she getting the feeling that she was being watched? She pulled her shawl closer to her and tried to hear for anything.

Just then a loud thump just beside her startled her and she jumped up with a shriek, dropping her phone. Turning around, she was met with luminescent green eyes and she screamed and would have fallen over if not strong black leather-clad arms had caught her just at the right moment.

“Chat Noir?”

“Hi Princess,” Chat smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.”

Chat Noir pulled Marinette back to her feet and bent over to pick up her phone from the floor. The screen was still lit. Chat Noir couldn't help himself from taking a glance at the screen. To say he was surprised would be a huge understatement.

“Is that m-the model boy?”

Marinette seemed to just realize what had happened. She snatched the phone from Chat's hand and kept standing there, looking at her feet. A fiery blush spread over her freckled cheeks, and Chat thought she looked like a disgruntled angel.

After a few moments, Chat Noir gulped and ventured to break the silence. “You didn't answer my question, Princess.”

Marinette looked at Chat without completely lifting her head. She met his eyes and saw a mischievous glint in them. Oh no, he was going to tease her endlessly if she told him about Adrien.

Well, he would probably tease her even more if she did not give him an answer because he had already seen the photo on her lock-screen.

Marinette took a deep breath. Okay, how bad could it be? This was Chat Noir, her kind, dorky partner and friend. She could talk to him, right? Besides, he knew the feeling of unrequited love, so maybe she could hope that he would understand her position.

“Yeah, it's Adrien Agreste.”

“Why do you have him on your lock-screen? I guess you're quite a fan, huh?”

Yes, tell him you're just a fan of him, of his father's designing, of fashion.

No, she couldn't lie to Chat. Not about Adrien, at least.

“Actually, it's a bit more than that." She saw Chat's cat-ears point upwards in curiosity and excitement. Marinette resisted a strong urge to pet him, and went on with her story.

“I-I kinda like him.”

Marinette liked Adrien? She liked... him?

“Really?”

Marinette giggled at how excited Chat Noir sounded. “Yeah,” her voice dropped to a whisper “But he will never return my feelings. He is in love with another girl.”

Adrien's eyes widened. How had he never realized? This amazing girl had been in love with him and he had the audacity to never notice? The pain on Marinette's face was killing him, and the fact that he was the reason for it made him want to strangle himself.

But he had to do something! He couldn't just let his Princess be sad like that!

“Hey,” Chat whispered, making Marinette look up. His voice had so much emotion in it that it made her a little shaky in the knees. And then he raised his hand to lightly caress her cheek, and Marinette would have swooned if she were not already being pulled by the magnetic spell of Chat’s eyes. “Anybody would be a fool to not see how amazing and beautiful you are.”

This time Adrien had the privilege to observe closely how the blush crept up on Marinette's cheeks and spread to her neck and ears. And he felt a rumble working its way up his chest.

Prr...

Marinette's eyes widened. “Did you just purr?”

Chat removed his hand from Marinette’s face and scratched the back of his head nervously. “Yeah, it happens sometimes,” he said, “It's embarrassing. Sorry.”

Marinette giggled. “I think it's endearing.”

Chat’s eyes widened for a bit, and Marinette thought she saw his cheeks redden under his mask. Then he smiled.

After that Marinette and Chat Noir resumed looking at the Parisian night, occasionally stealing glances at the other when they weren’t looking. A comfortable silence fell between them.

After a while, Marinette looked to her side and saw Chat shivering. “Are you cold?”

Chat looked at her and said, “Yeah, this suit doesn't give much protection against the cold, you know?”

Of course, she knew. First-hand too, that is.

Marinette spread a side of the shawl she had wrapped around her. “Want to share?”

Adrien had not seen this coming. But what idiot would turn down an offer like that?

Chat Noir edged nearer to Marinette till they were almost touching. And then Marinette reached up and wrapped the end of the shawl around Chat's shoulder.

After a while, Chat decided to try his luck. He lifted the hand that was closer to Marinette, and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Is this okay?”

Marinette was taken aback for a bit, but the heat radiating from his body was so inviting. So she leaned into his chest and closed her eyes. “Mm-hm,” was all she could manage to say.

Adrien could feel his cheeks on fire. Marinette was so close to him and it was such a different feeling. He could not move.

“You seem a little stiff, Chat Noir. Are you okay?”

Marinette was looking at him with concern. Her eyes, they were doing something to him. His hands began to move as if they had a mind of their own.

When Chat’s hands came up to cup her face, Marinette took a step back. What was going on?

And then Chat Noir lifted her face ever so slightly, and Marinette froze when she saw Chat’s face moving closer to her, his eyes half-lidded.

“Chat,” she whispered, “I am in love with someone else.”

Marinette hated herself for saying that.

But she was relieved when she heard Chat's reply.

“So am I,” he whispered, almost growled, before his lips crashed into hers and took her breath away.

#miraculous ladybug #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #marichat #marinette x chat noir #ml fanfic #thecrazyladybug #happy birthday #my fic #the other one #fluff

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elisaphoenix13 · 4 years

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Promise Of Forever

It was an Avengers level threat. At least at first, so they let the twins join the battle. Even if it was only to help get civilians to safety. Thomas sped off to do as Stephen ordered, and William followed to cover him. The faster of the twins may be fast but he was still exposed so William used his magic to protect them while they got civilians away. Everything was going as smoothly as these things usually went...until whatever fuck ugly alien they were fighting...mutated. It's once exposed soft fleshy spots hardened over and it was like dealing with a Leviathan, but faster. It hit harder and Tony found that out the hard way, unfortunately Stephen could barely spare him a glance as he conjured a shield to protect himself from a tail whipping in his direction as his husband went sailing past him. Any other time he would have been able to slow or even stop his fall.

Not this time. His suit was built to protect him from hits or falls though so Stephen wasn't worried. He was more concerned about getting rid of this creature that went from Avenger level to god level. Thor and Loki were doing everything they could to expose weaknesses and Quill was already lighting up like the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center. Considering the hits he was dishing out, it was safe to assume that Scott had been hit and didn't get back up. At least until the thief popped up next to Stephen.

"You're still fighting?" Stephen puffs out with some confusion. "Why is Quill berserk then?"

"I made sure not to get back up while he was looking. We need him pissed if we're going to take this thing down." Scott responds and the sorcerer nods.

It was a good tactic as long as Scott wasn't knocked out in the future. Tony didn't really enjoy having to use Beast Mode Protocol which was very similar to what they had to do with the Hulk, except Quill was surprisingly stronger. And the Hulk had some semblance of awareness going through his head while a berserk Celestial did not. Only one person on the field was safe from him and could calm him.

"Stephen...Tony hasn't gotten back up." Natasha's voice says over the comm and the doctor's stomach drops.

She only ever used his name when things were serious.

"Tony?" Stephen tries and when he gets nothing in response, he turns to run in the direction he last saw the engineer being tossed.

Quill was doing a good job of keeping the creature occupied, so Stephen was able to drop his shield and go to Tony's side. It took a little bit of Levi's help to get over and through the torn up buildings his husband had been tossed into, and when he finally reached him, it brought back a memory Stephen had hoped he would never have to remember again. It was after the battle with Thanos all over again. The Iron Man suit was sitting up against some rubble but the mask was still up and Stephen only hoped it did its job and that Tony was only knocked out.

"Tony!" Stephen calls a little louder as he moves closer and kneels in front of the suit. "Victor, get his scans from Friday...and send the boys home."

"Sending scans now Doctor."

Stephen's AI goes silent after that and he exhales shakily when the scans come up showing multiple contusions, a couple of cracked ribs, and most worrying...internal bleeding. Stephen could heal it enough so that it wasn't critical before he sent him to Bruce, but it was still hard to see. Tony's suit was made to protect him from these injuries, and he knew for a fact that his husband would crawl into his lab to fix his suit as soon as he woke up. Probably upgrade his and the boys' while he was at it. At least he wasn't skewered on some rebar. Peter, Scott, and Bucky all had experienced that at one point and all agreed they didn't recommend it.

The sorcerer reaches out and taps the reactor symbol to house the nanotech and then starts a healing spell. While there was always immediate visual progress, it still took time to get people out of a critical state. Time he may not have. A shockwave hit the building and had it trembling dangerously, and it also left Stephen temporarily breathless from the force. It was a sign that either Thor got Quill to team up with him or Scott had been knocked out and the god of thunder took it upon himself to try and tire the celestial out. He couldn't use the creature's cry of pain as an indication since not all of their enemies screamed out before breathing their last.

It didn't take long for him to notice that his magic wasn't doing what it was supposed to. Absolutely nothing had healed. Not even bruises and it had Stephen panicking. He turned to try and open a portal to the medbay, but his panic just made his magic spark uselessly.

"Stephen." Tony calls hoarsely and the doctor looks back at him with wide eyes. He never called Stephen by his name unless he was being serious.

"It's okay. We'll get you to Bruce. I'll get someone's atten--"

Stephen stops mid sentence when his husband lifts a hand to grab his arm. He didn't even remember reaching out to cup the engineer's face in a shaky hand, but there it was. It felt wrong. He remembered this and he didn't like it because if Tony died here, he couldn't fix it again. He didn't have the time stone since it had been returned to its original timeline, and Diana was far too inexperienced to use her time magic like that.

"Stephen--" Tony repeats in a whisper and Stephen grits his teeth.

"Don't! I'm getting you home and you're going to drive me and Bruce crazy by leaving the medbay as soon as we stop the bleeding. Someone come help me! We're in the building south of the bridge!"

Tony laughs wetly and the sorcerer watches in trepidation as blood trickles out the side of his mouth. He was drowning in his own blood. Stephen tries his magic again after calming himself and bites back a cry of dismay when nothing continues to happen.

"Tesoro..."

"I can't lose you again Tony. I can't. Not like this and not so soon after I got you back. You're dying of old age or caffeine overdose from your coffee because that's one thing you refuse to listen to me about!"

Tony grips Stephen's arm a little tighter to get his attention. "It's okay."

"No! It's not okay! We're not doing this! I'm not raising Valerie by myself! I'm not raising six children by myself you douchebag!"

Stephen finally releases the sob he had been holding back as he drops the hand he was using to try and heal his dying husband, and the tears flow freely when Tony lifts his scarred arm. Fingertips rough from years of tinkering and building and occasional burns brush away his tears.

"Y-You can't...you have no idea how Harley, Peter, and Diana took your death the first time!"

"They don't remember--"

"I do! I can't go through that again!" Stephen whimpers and Tony smiles weakly after coughing up a little more blood to clear his lungs.

"You'll be okay Duchess. You've got the team. Friday and Victor--"

He coughs some more and Stephen clenches his eyes shut against more tears as he leans forward to rest his forehead against Tony's. He could hear every breath the older man took come out as a wheeze and he hated it. He hoped that someone would reach them in time to get Tony the help he needed, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it wouldn't happen. He was going to lose one of the best things that happened to him. He found a friend, a lover in the last place he thought he would. He loved discovering the sides of Tony that very few if not just him knew about the billionaire. His weird quirks, his unhealthy obsession with coffee...and what an amazing husband and father he could be. Behind all the snark and sarcasm was a heart of gold. A man who pulled Stephen out of his misery and showed him that he could be loved...that he was so much more than his hands.

He needed Tony.

"Hey…" Tony rasps out in a whisper that Stephen had to strain to hear. He opens his eyes to meet chocolate ones, and his tears flow freely again at the look of adoration and complete unadulterated love held in them. "I love you."

"I love you too." Stephen chokes out. He grips the front of Tony's shirt as the engineer places a soft kiss on his cheek.

The final breath that escaped past Tony's lips after that seemed like the loudest thing Stephen had heard. He completely forgot about the trembling of the building around him, about the sounds of fighting...all he heard was that one breath and it was heart shattering. He felt a part of him die with Tony at that moment.

"Please…" He begs helplessly. "Please don't leave me…"

He broke after that. He sobbed openly and shamelessly let his tears fall as he chanted his husband's name over and over until it turned to begging...to shouting.

"TONY!"

Stephen wakes with a scream and a sweat soaked brow and he chokes on his breath as he looks around the pitch black room frantically. His breaths come short as the light comes on and a baby wails from its crib, and he jumps when strong arms wrap around him. Stephen looks to see who's holding him and sobs when he finds himself looking into familiar brown eyes. Eyes that were full of life and worry, and had Stephen clinging to his very alive husband desperately. It had all been a dream, but it was so vivid that he was having a hard time shaking it off and clawing his way back to reality. He hardly registered some muted talking before the baby's wails faded to nothing and all he could hear was the sweet sounds of Tony's breathing and his heartbeat.

"It's okay honey...it was just a dream."

Tony continued to hold him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear, and even though most of it was in Italian, it was soothing instead of sexual. The kisses peppered across his forehead and the hand rubbing up and down his back helped bring Stephen back fully into the waking world. It took a little over an hour, but his tears finally slowed to a stop and he had long since stopped hyperventilating. Only then did he question where the baby disappeared to.

"Harley took her to his room. She'll be okay."

Stephen nods and releases a shaky sigh, going with Tony when he moves to lay them down. He pulls the sorcerer close and Stephen lays his head on his husband's shoulder and presses as close as possible to the engineer as he lays his arm over the older man's chest and intertwines his legs with Tony's. Tony gently cards his fingers through Stephen's hair to further soothe him, and the couple lay like that for another hour until Stephen finally relaxes into his hold and willingly tries to fall asleep again.

"I love you." The younger whispers.

Tony gently kisses his forehead and brushes away the last remains of Stephen's tears with his damaged arm. "I love you too. Forever."

Forever still wasn't long enough.

#ironstrange #supremefamily #mama bear stephen strange #mama bear au #angst #tony stark #stephen strange

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years

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Forever Together…Hopefully Not. (2/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Red Hood asks for your help on a case, but things go sideways quickly and now the two of you are closer than ever before.

Warnings: Language (when is it not?), implied smut

Word Count: 1.7k

Part One

You had just agreed to suffer locked to each other for 24 hours in hopes of the spell wearing off. The next day the two of you tried to do as little as humanly possible. Jason propped a barstool for you to sit on while he cooked breakfast. After that, the two of you sat there reading or watching tv until Jason got a call from Dick.

“Alfred is expecting you in an hour. You know he’s the last one you want to piss off Jaybird.”

“I’m in kind of…a unique situation here Dick. Not sure I can make it.”

“Find a way. Or the next time Alfred will be knocking on your door.”

Hearing half the conversation was enough for you, “Jason. No. There’s no way we are going.”

“Listen, you were going to have to meet them sooner or later, Y/N/N.”

“Uhm, why?”

“I can only keep you off Batman’s radar for so long…”

“Why would…he’s your dad isn’t he.”

“The one and only.”

“Alright, but can we try to keep,” you raised your joined wrists, “this to ourselves. I don't need any more charity.” You lowered your voice and mumbled, “you’ve already given me plenty.” Thankfully Jason was too caught up with how the two of you were going to pull this off to hear your comment. You had always felt like Jason’s charity case, especially after you found out he was the lost Wayne heir. You hadn’t even told him your last name, though you were pretty sure he knew it.

The ride to the Manor was a silent one, Alfred had sent a car, so at least you didn’t have to endure the bike again. I can’t believe I’m doing this. What are we even going to say? Should we get our stories straight? Your thoughts were racing but you couldn’t bring yourself to form any words. Just as you turned into the gate Jason turned to you.

“So, they probably already know who you are. Especially after Dick met you. But you don’t have to tell them your…side business, if you don’t want to.”

“If I don’t, what are you going to say?”

“That I brought a friend. I’m very good at directing the subject elsewhere.”

You nodded, Jason was the only one you’ve ever told your identity to and you kind of wanted to keep it that way. It made the secret more special. The car pulled up to the door and Jason got out, with you in tow, and didn’t bother to knock but instead call out as he waltzed in.

“Alright, Alf, I caved! You got me here.”

You watched as an older man walked into the hallway, “Master Jason. How good of you to join us. You brought a friend?”

“Yeah, I thought she could make the night more bearable…with dad.” He winked at Alfred and began to walk to the dining room, you had no choice but to closely follow behind him. You grabbed his wrist to stop him before Alfred was out of sight.

“Sorry for his rudeness, I’m Y/N!” You called out before Jason continued walking.

He whispered, “Don’t volunteer information, rookie.”

You scoffed at him, “This isn’t an interrogation Jason, it’s dinner with your family.”

“A dinner where I hope to avoid vigilante talk. You come quite in handy for that.”

The two of you took your seats at the empty table, “Well then now you owe me two.”

“Two?!”

You side-eyed him, “The grappling hook incident.”

Jason let out a laugh remembering the startled look on your face as the two of you soared through the air, as Dick entered the room.

“What, couldn’t get rid of her?”

“Get rid of who Dickiebird?” Jason played the innocent victim and put his hand to his chest.

Dick gave the two of you a knowing smile and sat beside you, just as Tim and Damian came stumbling in.

“I had you!” Damian exclaimed.

“If you had me, it’s only because I let you.” Tim retorted.

“I call for a rematch –” Damian stopped short as his eyes fell on you. “Todd seems to have brought company.”

Jason shrugged, “Thought a buffer might be a good thing. Keep things…civilized.”

Two pairs of eyes shot in your direction, as if asking you to elaborate, but you headed Jason’s earlier warning and did not offer up any information. Dick, however, could tell what was happening and simply laughed. Bruce walked in and took a seat, his eyes never leaving you.

“Jason, I thought we could talk about family matters tonight.”

“Why do you think I brought her, Old Man?”

“Hm, perhaps after dinner then.”

“I don’t know,” a huge grin formed on his face, “I’m kind of attached to her.”

You quickly brought you free hand to cover your mouth as a laugh escaped. Though the rest of the boys just looked around confused.

“I’m sure you can spare a few minutes later.”

“Just for you Brucie, I’ll try. But I’ve found it quite difficult to have her not at my side.”

You were pleasantly surprised by the rest of the dinner. In fact, you don’t even think any of them asked your name, though Alfred did address you by it when he entered the dining room. As it came time to leave, you looked down at your watch and sorrow spread through your features.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” Dick noticed your sudden change in demeanor.

You looked at Jason, “24 hours,” as you tried pulling your wrist from his.

“Fuck.” He turned to Bruce, “Well Brucie, looks like we might get that talk afterwards.”

Tim, Damian, and Dick all looked up in surprise. “I’m sorry Jason, did you just agree to chat with Bruce?” Tim questioned.

“Well, you see. Me and the misses here are in a bit of a predicament –”

“Don’t call me that.” You huffed.

“We may be kinda stuck together.” He held up your wrists and tried to pull them a part, forcing you to be pulled and knock into him.

“Really?”

“Easiest way was to show them.”

“Jason, how did this happen? She’s a civilian.” You could hear the tension in Bruce’s words.

“Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think she is,” Dick piped in and looked at you, “Aurora, right? So that’s why you two were so close last night. By force.” Dick let out another laugh.

You rolled your eyes, getting annoyed with his amusement in the situation, “Yes.”

“It’s done, so whatever. Tim, can you –” Jason began.

“Already done. She’ll be here soon.”

“Who will?” You questioned, your vigilante stint had been short, and you didn’t tend to wander outside of Gotham. Before anyone could answer, Zatanna walked into the living room.

“Got yourself in some trouble, huh Jay?”

“Can you fix it, Z?” Jason looked at her with hope in his eyes. She took both of your hands in hers and mumbled some words.

“In time, though I think it might be easier for the two of you to do it yourselves.”

“Don’t you think we would’ve if we could’ve?” You scoffed at the unknown person in the room.

“Ha, well maybe if you understood how. It’s simple really, kind of a freaky Friday thing. You just have to understand the other’s point of view.” She waved her hand, “If that’s just too impossible I should have a reversal spell in…48 hours.”

“Two days?! Are you kidding me? I can’t be attached to him for 48 more hours!” You turned to look at Jason, who actually seemed hurt by your outburst.

“Well, then maybe try talking to each other…like a normal couple.” A mischievous smiled adorned her lips.

“We are not –” You didn’t finish your statement before she had vanished.

The two of you somehow made it out of the manor and back to your apartment before Jason spoke again.

“Am I really that bad?” His voice sounded defeated as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Wha…no... I just…” You couldn’t think of the words you wanted to, especially when he still looked like a wounded puppy. The two of you stood in silence in your entry way until you watched his features shift.

“Why won’t you just talk to me?!” He turned his back to you and began walking to the bedroom, forgetting that you were forced to follow him until you let out a small yelp.

“Jay!” He turned and realized he was nearly dragging you behind him.

“Sorry…I forgot.”

You sighed, finally giving in. “I’m tired okay. I’m tired of being your charity case. I’m tired of having to ask you for help. I’m tired of…of not being good enough for you.” You watched as his face contorted with confusion.

“Why would you…why would you ever think that?”

“Why else would you help me? Because you feel bad for me.”

“I started helping you because I saw myself. You could hold your own in a fight no problem, but there’s so much more to it than that. I recognized the drive and more importantly, the recklessness.” He took your hands in his. “Then the more I got to know you, the more I did worry. I don’t know what I would do if you were hurt, so I kept you close. I want you to ask for my help, then I can make sure you’re being safe and being smart.” He scoffed, more to himself than to you, “And you. You are too good for me, in every sense.”

With those inner revelations, the bind was broken, though the two of you didn’t notice. You both stood there motionless, holding each other’s hands, until you finally broke the silence.

“You deserve so much more than you give yourself Jason Peter Todd.” You pulled him closer and pressed your lips to his. He backed away, looking at you in shock before taking your head in his hands and drawing you into a deep passionate kiss while slowly backing up to the bed.

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Three sneaky neighbors

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

Word count: 1669

Universe: Harry Potter, MCU

Pairings: Fem!Harry/Steve Roger’s

Themes: Ringing ears, CA:TWS, pre-relationship

Summary: Holly’s next-door neighbour was a spy. She had been looking for the quiet life and she’d moved next door to a spy! Who gets shot at when she’s standing right there and starts up the pursuit of some masked vigilante like figure. Well, who was Holly kidding, she hated the quiet life and she very much was interested in the spy.

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Steve heard the quiet cursing as he ascended the stairs to his apartment. As he approached, Steve quickly realized that it was his… admittedly stunning, neighbour. Her door was opposite Sharon, and besides Steve; though she had a bit of a nocturnal schedule, Steve often caught her when Steve was finishing his missions. He knew her name was Holly from his brief glimpses, and he knew that she was rather petite with black curls, green eyes, and possessed worker's hands filled with calluses.

As Steve rounded the corner, he found Holly glaring at her front door. She had a righteously unhappy expression across her face; it was almost frightening how furious she looked. Steve approached with caution.

"Are you alright?" he asked both because he was concerned and because he had to step over her to get to his own apartment.

Holly's head jerked up, and she grimaced: "I'd love you tell you 'yes,' but I've had better days honestly."

The British accent nearly caused Steve to flinch, almost, he hadn't heard one since Peggy, and he hadn't realized she was British like his first love. Though, if he was honest with himself, it was because of the accent that he stepped forward with a touch more confidence.

It had nothing to do with Natasha's earlier comments about his lacking love life.

"Can I help?"

"Uh…" she made a face, "it's not so much a 'help' thing." Holly made air quotes, and Steve was quietly thankful he'd seen Tony do the same, or it would have gone over his head.

"Then an ear to vent to?" he offered instead.

He saw the struggle on her face, then surrender filling in a moment later: "yeah, I think I might like that. But… can you maybe help me with my lock?"

Holly accepted Steve's offered hand, and he pulled her to her feet, then shot a look at the door. "You got locked out?"

"I forgot my key, and… well, these electronic locks hate me." She grumbled under her breath, and Steve caught the words, "-electronics just break around me, sometimes-"

Steve felt a measure of kinship form with Holly then, "Gotta agree with you there, I can barely get my cell phone to work." It was due to lack of knowledge, but he certainly understood where Holly was coming from, or well, he did in a manner of speaking. "I think I have a tool that could help; let me grab it." A tool would be a decent cover story. Steve, after all, wasn't about to use his bare hands to burst the lock right off her door to get her in - even though he was capable of it. "Give me a minute."

"Mhm, oh, and you might want to turn off your radio. You left it on, I think."

What?

He blinked, and something in his stomach sank.

He hadn't.

"Of course, just… wait here, alright, I'll be right back?"

"Sure," she settled against the wall to wait, "I'll be here. Nowhere else to go, really." And laughed lightly.

Holly watched Steve leave, watched his door close and waited for precisely three minutes till she heard it; a thud and a cry of pain. Holly instantly shoved off from the wall and grabbed for her wand. She moved toward the door- only to be abruptly pushed aside and ordered back by her and Steve's other neighbour, Sharon. Who, Holly may like to add, was holding a gun. Not that Holly could judge, she was in America, and her wand was technically a weapon as well, but still- Americans.

Holly, regardless, was massively curious about what was happening; she was a Gryffindor after all. Holly quickly followed despite Sharon's order.

She wasn't quite in the door when Sharon spoke up, and Holly halted her steps to eavesdrop like a proper Weasley.

Sharon introduced herself as Agent Carter and spoke to 'Rogers' about her protection duty. Holly covered her mouth to that, blinking in surprise. Her neighbours were spies? That was wicked. The twins would be massively jealous, and Hermione endlessly smug. Because clearly, Holly couldn't possess an everyday life even in the Muggle world. Not with spies as neighbours.

"I'm in pursuit," said Steve before there was a crashing sound, and he was darting past her. Steve caught her eye as they glanced at each other in shock before he was racing past, unable to stop. Holly didn't much mind; the thrill-seeker in her thought her day had turned for the better.

Superspies and a villain! This was wicked!

"Yes!" Holly pumped the air with her fist and quickly darted after Steve. She left Sharon in the dust but was hard-pressed to keep pace with Steve, Merlin above he was fast. The man went crashing through doors, glass, and walls without a care or even slowing. Holly herself had always been the fastest of the people she knew, but Steve was greatly outrunning her.

Holly caught up to Steve in time to watch him hurl a large circular shield at the runner who had apparently gone running across the bloody roofs. Not that she could judge, she'd followed Steve across those same roofs and through two destroyed walls.

Holly darted forward, she got herself instantly involved as the man caught the shield, and then she was rushing past Steve. Holly ducked under the shield as the man tossed it back. She heard Steve's sound of surprise as she slid across the ground and kicked out at the unknowns legs. The man twisted to avoid her as Holly came up, his metal fist slammed into her shoulder. Holly didn't bother dodging it, but she should have. The sheer force of the blow struck against the shield she'd layered over her jacket, and a loud bang went off.

Holly swore instantly and staggered back; her ears were ringing like mad after that. She hadn't expected so much sound from that. True, she hadn't been hurt, but the volume had been brutal.

Shaking off the ringing, Holly lifted her wand as she shot several spells toward the man. He didn't look surprised by it like Steve currently was; the man didn't react at all, really. Still, Holly didn't care that he wasn't, not as her spell made contact with his fake arm, which he was using it to block her. That was stupid. She wasn't using a gun. He was wrong if he thought he could just deflect or block her magic with his unique arm, except he was wrong. The spell hit him, hit the metal of his limb, and he dropped on the spot.

"Hah!" Holly yelled happily, and straightened flipping her hair over her shoulder, "Me: one, weird masky guy: zero!"

"H-Holly?" Steve called, and she glanced over as he joined her.

"Oh," she blushed, ducking her head, "Sorry, I just thought you'd want some help? Honestly, this is so much better than talking. Taking down a masked villain and working with super spies!" she squealed a bit, "So what are you then? CIA?" she leaned in eyes sparkling, "can I join?" Screw the everyday life; this was so much better! The rush was fantastic.

"Y-you aren't an Agent?"

"No?" she answered with a tilt of her head, "plain old Holly Potter." Lie, that was such a lie; she was anything but plain. "I'm a civilian at least," because she hadn't been allowed to become an Auror, all thanks to Umbridge. Blasted woman.

"Right… well," Steve dropped it for the moment and looked to the stunned man. "What did you do, shock him?"

"Not exactly?" Holly hedged, rubbing the back of her neck, "it's a stun… sort of, it should work till I reverse it."

"I… see…" Steve stooped and grabbed for the mask covering the man's face, "Well, let's see who we have." Steve pulled the mask away, revealing a rather handsome face in Holly's opinion. She frowned curiously and turned to Steve… who had frozen in sheer shock. "Bucky?" he asked, horrified.

"You know him?" Holly asked blankly; she didn't.

"I did," Steve tried to say calmly, tried, "but he's supposed to be dead… he should have been- why is he here. No, I need to… this is too public. Let's take him back-" Steve hesitated, "to your apartment if that's alright? Can you keep him secret? and stunned?" He was planning at a mile a minute. Shield was compromised; Bucky was Fury's assailant and hadn't reacted to Steve at all. Sharon was a spy and had been spying on him. While Holly was clearly a bit more than human, was she a mutant?

"That's fine, but the door is still locked." Holly mused as Steve picked Bucky up and hefted him over a shoulder. "Should we tell Agent Carter? Also! I can't believe she was a spy too! That's wicked."

"I didn't know either," Steve admitted unhappily, "and no, we're not telling her. I don't think I can trust anyone right now." Except for Holly, it seemed, because he was giving her that trust. It might be a mistake, but he hoped not. She appeared genuinely uninvolved, and Carter hadn't reacted to her. Had treated her like a civilian just like Steve had.

"Are you witness protection?" Holly trotted after him as they headed back to the apartment.

"No… you really don't know who I am?"

"Should I?"

"No." Steve and Holly climbed back into their apartment, "its better this way." Refreshing in a way.

"If you say so…"

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