#i just wanna collapse into someone and be on auto pilot for a good fucking month at least just letting them take care of me. but i cant
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singing it to urself hits different fr. healing the inner child and everything
#second venting post of the day oof look away.#when i got off the bus after a ride of like 40 mns to get home from my class smthg happened#literally all the strength in my body evaporated. like i braced myself against a pole to not actually fall on the concrete#and the bus stop is only like 100 meters from my house but i took maybe 10 mns to get home bc i had to take a break every three steps#at some point i just sat on the ground. physically couldnt get up i had to try three times#almost got ran over by a car too bc i stopped in the middle of the fucking road#and when i finally got to my street i just. started crying and crying i couldnt stop#my whole upper body hurt and i couldnt think abt anything else just repeating 'it hurts so much' to myself sobbing for god knows how long#after a while finally got home. got to the kitchen warmed up some food. i could barely lift my arms up#oh and the crying kept going of course :) i was just so exhausted and so hurt it felt like my heart was physically breaking inside my chest#forced myself to eat cause i knew i needed it but it took so much strength to just. swallow it down. like my throat was tight as shit#finally got undressed and thank GOD remembered that i have a weighted blanket#ive been under it for two hours and a half now and ive calmed down but. yea#i think what happened is i just couldnt take it anymore ive been so so so strong trying to keep myself alive#and im really tired and i reached that stage in therapy where im like. mourning the care i was never given and coming to terms with#the fact that im never ever gonna get it from anyone but myself. and im gonna do it bc i deserve it and child/teenage me both deserve it#but god im exhausted and it just hurts so bad i cant let it go. no one is ever gonna give me the care my parents were supposed to. no one#i just wanna collapse into someone and be on auto pilot for a good fucking month at least just letting them take care of me. but i cant#i know its gonna pass eventually but for now im IN it and its. hard its rly rly hard. im rly tired i cant even speak#pulling words out of me today felt impossible i forced myself to do the bare minimum so no one would dig into it but wow#anyway. if anyone has read that far obviously dont rb with the tags lmao#rizcore#Spotify
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Happy Endings Don’t Exist
hey so i don’t really feel like making this like a full, normal, multichapter au but i really am attached to the tlc au (which @anythingbutwallflower helped a ton with because she’s amazing) and i kinda wanna post some of it so um yeah, here’s some
based off chapter 44 of scarlet by marissa meyer
(brief explanation of context at the end)
word count: 2660
triggers: mentions of guns, blood, scalpels, sleeping drugs, death, sacrifice, and murder
As the ship finally made it to neutral orbit, Chess sat back in the chair, rubbing her eyes and releasing a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. She gave herself just one moment to sit there, eyes closed, all the aches and pains of the last few days catching up to her, before turning around to face the others.
Kate Dalton was sitting cross-legged against a crate, eyes closed and both hands splayed against the floor, like she was bracing themself. Cairo was still unconscious, spread-eagle on her back, a smear of blood leading to the edge of the ramp. The strange woman was off to the side, also unconscious, laying on her side with her back to Chess, both braids messy and coming undone.
“I’m really glad you’re a pilot,” Kate said, eyes still closed. “Thank you.”
“Your ship does pretty good on its own,” Chess said awkwardly, hands in her lap.
“Thanks!” said the voice from before over the speaker. “I’m Reese. It’s great to meet you!”
Chess glanced up curiously.
Kate stood up and stretched, wincing a little. “Reese is an old friend of mine. She’s… she was an android, but now she’s the ship’s auto-control system until I can find a replacement body for her and a new system for the ship.”
Chess couldn’t think of an answer, so she said nothing. She stood up and limped over to Cairo, sinking to her knees at her side and settling a hand on Cairo’s head.
“She should be all right,” Kate said from behind her. “I think. I’ve never, um, stuck around long enough to see the after-effects of those darts, but…”
Chess bit her lip. “You said you had bandages?”
“Right, in the med bay. I’ll, um… I’ll go get them.” Kate left the room, leaving Chess alone with Cairo and the stranger, both of them unconscious.
Not for long, apparently, though, because the stranger began to stir, then sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes. “Ugh… whererewe?” she mumbled.
Chess almost answered, but then Kate came back, clutching some salve and gauze. “Oh, you’re awake,” Kate said. “I was hoping you’d stay knocked out for awhile. It was kinda nice without you running your mouth.” Despite their words, Chess could see from her expression that Kate was glad the stranger was okay. Kate tossed one tube of salve to the stranger, then handed Chess the other supplies and sat on one of the crates. Chess realized there was a scalpel in the mix and gave Kate a questioning look. “We need to cut out your ID chips, before someone realizes you’re with us and tracks them.”
Right. Of course. Chess pushed away the memory of finding her grandmother’s ID chip, neatly wrapped in cheesecloth, on the dresser, and picked up the scalpel, glad she was right-handed. Neither Kate, nor the stranger, offered to help.
The stranger pulled herself to her feet, but quickly stumbled onto another crate, eyeing Chess and Cairo suspiciously. “Got the wolf on board? You sure she won’t kill us in our sleep?”
Chess glared at her, beginning to clean and bandage the wounds on one of Cairo’s arms. “She’s not an animal.”
“You sure? ‘Cause I definitely heard her pack buddies howling.”
“I hate to agree with Farrah,” Kate put in, “I mean, really hate to agree with Farrah, but she’s right. How do we know she’s on our side?”
Chess started to answer, then hesitated. “You’ll see when she wakes up.”
“Now I feel much better,” Farrah muttered, dabbing a little bit of ointment on the spot where Kate’s tranquilizer dart had hit her.
Chess grit her teeth and kept bandaging Cairo’s wounds.
“Screen, on,” Kate said. The volume was off, but a news anchor appeared, eyes full of fear. The screen behind the anchor showed a man with a crazy grin, face streaked with blood, before the image was replaced with static. Chess tore her gaze away and bent to cut out Cairo’s ID chip, noticing a scar there - almost like it hadn’t been long since she’d received the chip in the first place.
“These attacks are happening in a ton of major cities,” Kate said softly.
Cairo groaned, drawing everyone’s attention to her. Out of the corner of her eye, Chess saw Farrah pick up her abandoned gun and cock it at Cairo’s head, but ignored her.
Chess set both of their ID chips aside and cupped Cairo’s face with one hand. “Are you okay?”
Cairo’s eyes took a moment to focus on her. “Chess?” The name was barely past her lips when she jerked away from Chess’s hand, turning away and vomiting.
“Aces, I’m glad that didn’t happen to me,” Farrah commented.
“Sorry,” Kate said. “I think that might be a side effect of the drugs in those darts.”
Cairo collapsed on her back, one hand over her eyes, then looked at Chess. The wildness from Paris was gone, and there was something familiar, even comforting in the way she looked at Chess. “You’re alive.”
Chess fidgeted with the zipper on her jacket, suddenly nervous. “Yeah, thanks to you.”
Farrah scoffed. “Thanks to her? I’m sorry, whose ship are you on again?”
“Shut up, Farrah,” Kate said shortly.
Cairo turned to look at Kate. “Where are we?”
“A cargo ship orbiting Earth.” Kate stared at a point on the wall behind Cairo, like they couldn’t meet her eyes. “I shot you with a tranquilizer dart. Sorry about that, but I kinda thought you were gonna kill her, so…”
“I sort of thought I was, too,” Cairo said, her voice hoarse. She studied Kate, her gaze catching on her metal hand. “I think my queen is looking for you.”
“And that's supposed to make me feel better?” Farrah demanded.
Chess put a hand on Cairo’s shoulder. “She’s better now. Aren’t you?”
Cairo shrugged Chess’s hand off. “You shouldn’t have brought me here. I’m only going to put you all in danger.”
Farrah released the safety on the gun.
“Don’t be stupid,” Chess said. “It’s not your fault.”
“Chess, if anything happened to you because of me-”
“Do you intend to harm anyone on this ship?” Kate interrupted.
Cairo blinked at her. “No, of course not.”
Nobody moved for three seconds, but then Kate relaxed. “She’s telling the truth.”
“Are you sure?” Farrah asked skeptically.
“Guys!” Reese interrupted. “Eva is going to make an announcement!”
The volume on the net screen turned on, and all four of them turned to face it as the image cut to the empress of the Eastern Commonwealth, onstage in the EC’s press room. She stood at the podium, her dress shirt a little rumpled, eyes red and tired. Kate anxiously started chewing the thumbnail on their human hand, eyes fixed to the screen.
“Kate has a bit of a crush on the empress,” Farrah stage-whispered.
“Don’t we all?” Reese sighed over the speakers. Man, what a personality… Chess didn’t know androids were ever like that.
"I've called this press conference on such short notice to address the attack on Earth that began three and a half hours ago," she said, her voice clear. "I am sure many of Earth's people are begging to know the answer to why this is happening." Eva paused and took a deep breath. "It was my fault."
Kate began to shake a bit. Cairo reached for Chess’s hand and squeezed.
"Many of you are aware that Queen Levana has been threatening war on our planet for nearly her entire rule. She chose to initiate these attacks now, because I have been unable to meet her clear expectations to adhere to a treaty between Luna and Earth. It is my responsibility to end these attacks and prevent a full-scale war as long as it is in my power to do so." Eva didn't look at any of the reporters, instead focusing her gaze on the back wall like she was ashamed of herself. "I have accepted a marriage alliance with Queen Levana of Luna."
"No!" Kate said, launching to their feet. "No!"
"In return," Eva continued, unaware of the effect her words had on the crewmembers of the Rampion, "Luna will withhold further attacks. The wedding will take place on the next full moon, the twenty fifth of September, and will be followed immediately by Queen Levana's coronation as empress of the Eastern Commonwealth. The removal of all Lunar soldiers from Earth will begin the following day, the twenty sixth of September."
"You fucking idiot!" Kate screamed at the screen. She grabbed the bandages sitting on a crate and hurled them at the screen. “No! You can’t fucking do that!”
"My cabinet will provide further updates in the coming days. I will be taking no questions tonight. Thank you." Despite Eva's words, the room filled with the reporters' incessant questions, but Eva ignored them and walked off the stage, holding her head high but looking like a defeated general.
"I fucking told her not to do it," Kate spat. “Levana murdered thousands of innocent people and now she's going to be the fucking empress?" They stepped on the two ID chips on the floor, grinding them to pieces among the blood. "And that won't satisfy her for long. She's going to use the Commonwealth as just a stepping stone to get to the rest of the world, and I told her that would happen, and she's still going through with the fucking marriage alliance! She's going to take control of the goddamn solar system and it'll be Eva's fault!” They sat back down on the crate, head in her hands, shaking.
Chess dropped Cairo’s hand and crossed her arms. “I think this seems more like your fault.”
Kate looked up at Chess with an unreadable expression. Farrah settled her chin on her hand, like she was watching an entertaining TV show, but her other hand kept the gun pointed at Cairo’s head.
“You know why she ordered those attacks,” Chess continued, standing up. “Because of you.”
Kate’s lips parted a little in surprise. “Your grandmother told you, didn’t she?”
“Yeah, she did, and it’s sickening that you let this happen in the first place!” Chess said, raising her voice just a little bit.
Kate jumped off the crate, both hands curled into fists, but didn’t make a move towards Chess. “What would you like me to do, then? Hand myself over? Sacrifice myself and cross my fingers it’ll satisfy her? If that’s what I had done, we would’ve ended up here anyway.”
“I don’t mean when you were arrested at the ball,” Chess spat. “I mean before that. Why haven’t you done anything to stop her? People are depending on you! And you did nothing for years!” She threw her hands in the air. “My grandmother sacrificed herself for you, and you’re running away and hiding like a goddamn coward.”
Farrah raised her hand. “Uh, I’m confused. What are we talking about?”
Chess turned on her. “Stop pointing that gun at her!”
Farrah tossed the gun aside and crossed her arms.
Chess looked back at Kate. “She doesn’t know, does she? You put her life in danger - all of our lives in danger - and she doesn’t know why!”
“It’s not that simple-”
“Isn’t it?”
“I haven’t even known for a week!” Kate shouted. “I found out when I was sitting in prison, waiting to be shipped off to Luna to be executed. So between breaking out of prison, running from the entire Commonwealth military, and saving your goddamn life, there hasn’t been a whole lot of time to overthrow an entire regime! So I’m sorry to disappoint you!” They leaned against the crate, head in her hands, breathing hard.
Chess’s mind whirling, trying to fit this new information into something that made sense. “How did you not know?”
“Because your grandmother shipped me off to New Beijing five years ago without bothering to tell me.”
“But-but that’s why you were at the ball, wasn’t it?”
Kate laughed bitterly, a sharp, angry sound, and looked up at Chess. “You really think I would’ve been stupid enough to face Levana if I’d known?” She paused. “Well, maybe… maybe for Eva. I don’t know. I didn’t know.”
“Oh.” Chess sank back to the floor, feeling oddly guilty.
Farrah waved her hand a little. “Um, I’m still confused.”
Kate sighed and looked at the ceiling. “I’m Princess Selene.”
Silence for a beat.
Farrah laughed, but nobody else did, and slowly the realization dawned on her face. “Really?”
“Really.”
Farrah’s eyes widened. “You’re Princess Selene. The crazy cyborg is Princess Selene.”
Kate glared at her. “Are you done?”
“I don’t compute,” Reese said slowly. Chess hid her surprise - she kept forgetting Reese was there.
“Yeah, me neither,” Farrah agreed. “Since when?”
“I should’ve told you,” Kate said. “But… but it was all so new, and I thought… maybe, if I could find Michelle Benoit, get some questions answered… I’m sorry.”
It was quiet for a moment.
“Is your gift intact?” Cairo asked.
“Yeah, but I’m still… still learning how to use it.” Kate sank to the floor and sat against the crate, and suddenly it hit Chess just how young they were - at sixteen, Kate was the youngest in this room by several years. Just a kid, really. And yet there was so much weight on her shoulders…
“She controlled one of the special ops,” Chess offered. “I saw them do it.”
Kate scoffed. “Yeah, barely.”
Cairo’s eyes widened. “You controlled one of the soldiers? While Jael was there?”
Kate fidgeted nervously. “Well, yeah, but it was awful. I barely got to him, and then I nearly passed out-”
“That’s why Levana wants you,” Cairo said, her expression amazed. “You are stronger than she is. Or at least you could be, with a little practice.”
Kate shook their head, hugging her knees. “That thaumaturge had seven soldiers under his control, and I could barely handle one. I’m not even close to being as strong as Levana.”
“You don’t understand,” Cairo said. “Each pack is controlled by a thaumaturge, who controls when the animal instincts the genetic manipulation gave us take control. We’ve all had the physical modifications, but really, it all comes back to a thaumaturge. A normal Lunar citizen couldn’t hope of controlling us, and even the thaumaturges, who could control hundreds of people at once, can only handle up to fifteen. That’s why the special op packs are kept so small.” She grinned. “And you took one away from a thaumaturge on your first try? With no training or anything? Her Majesty might have cause to be afraid of you, Princess.”
Kate glared at Cairo. “Don’t call me that.”
Cairo raised an eyebrow. “Assuming, of course, that you do want to fight her. Which I think you do, judging by your response to your empress’s announcement.”
Kate automatically glanced at the screen, which was now replaying Eva’s announcement, although Reese had muted the volume. “I don’t know. I don’t know how to be a leader, or-”
“But you can stop her,” Chess interrupted. “So many people think you can. My grandmother sacrificed herself for this, and I won’t let that be wasted.”
“And if you really are who you claim to be, that makes you my true queen,” Cairo added. “So you have my loyalty.”
“I don’t want your fucking loyalty.”
“Then what do you want?” Chess asked, trying and probably failing to be gentle.
Kate squeezed their eyes shut, then opened them and glared at the both of them. “I want some time alone to think, without you guys chattering in my ear!” They kicked off her boots and stormed out of the room, her metal foot clanging against the floor with every other step.
Farrah sighed. “I know, I know. They seem a bit…” She crossed her eyes and twirled her fingers around her ears. “But I promise, once you get to know her, it’s all part of their charm.”
~
ok so a bit of context:
after the fourth world war, there are six nations at peace on earth, plus a kingdom on the moon, called luna. luna has had rocky relations with earth for hundreds of years. the heir to the throne was supposed to be princess selene, but in order to keep her hold on the throne, queen levana tried to kill the princess at just three years old. selene survived and was brought to earth to be kept safe, and is kate dalton, a cyborg mechanic from new beijing. the eastern commonwealth is ruled by the young empress eva, who very recently took the throne after the death of her mother. farrah thorne is an escaped convict who helped kate break out of prison after the ball, when kate tried to stop eva from entering the marriage alliance with levana but failed and was arrested. selene was sheltered for eight years by chess’s grandmother, michelle benoit. and cairo is one of levana’s special ops, and her genetics were split with those of a wolf, giving her special abilities. all lunars have what they call their “gift,” their ability to manipulate biolectricity and control people/make them see something that’s not there/make their appearances different, but the gift only works face to face. and... yeah, feel free to shoot me an ask on my main, @i-don-t-even-care, if you have any other questions!!!!!!!
#we are the tigers#kate dalton#farrah watt#chess watt#cairo adekoya#reese watt#chai#kateva#blood tw#death tw#injury tw#murder tw#gun tw#ask to tag#the lunar chronicles
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Targrin, Act 4: Redreave
(Hooboy, this one’s a doozy, clocking in at 12 pages on Google Docs, where most of my other stories come in at 5 to 7 pages! This one tells the story of how @pocket-raptor‘s Atlas and Maurus and @murellow-farts‘ Clovis tried to help Chaz get recruited into a new warband. Like last week, the next, and final chapter of this story arc will be available in a few hours, i.e. after I’ve had some sleep, so as to give folks a chance to read this!)
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Targrin, Act 4: Redreave
1329 AE, Diessa Plateau, Ascalon
(A month after the events of Act 3 and the Interlude)
The sun was setting on Redreave Mill, and most of the mill workers were turning in for the night, leaving behind seven charr - Chaz, Atlas, Clovis and Maurus, along with a trio of very gruff, mean-looking, very unimpressed Charr who were watching Chaz’s every move.
“Are you sure this is gonna work, Atlas?” Chaz sounded a bit anxious, as they adjusted the rifle’s tripod for their shorter stature, and started work on zeroing the scope.
“Sure thing!” Atlas chuckled, giving Chaz a thumbs-up. “You get to blow off some steam by picking off some Separatists, and those three,” he gestured to the rather bored-looking trio off in the distance, “Are gonna be practically tripping over each other to get you in their warbands.”
“What about you lot? You know, you, Maurus and Clovis?” Chaz looked over at the latter two, who were sharing a chat and a laugh. “Clovis seemed keen on keeping me around, and Maurus really doesn’t like seeing me in the Gladium Canton.”
“We just want to make sure you’re happy, buddy. And we’re getting you out of that slum, promise. Lemme tell you, I asked around to see if anyone was in need of a marksman, those three showed interest, I told them I had found a gladium whose marksmanship would blow them away. Figuratively speaking, of course.”
“And let me tell you, they took one look at me and immediately looked like they’d gotten coal for Wintersday,” Chaz retorted, “I mean look at me. All fluffy and small and clawless, and look at everyone else, all big, mean and pointy, do I look like I’d be a good fit?” They leaned down and took a look through the scope.
“Don’t worry about it. What you do is more important than how you look, you hear me? Now, is that rifle ready or-”
CRACK! Atlas jumped as Chaz loosed a shot from the rifle, before adjusting the scope and very flatly stating “It’s ready.”
“For the love of… right. Sorry. Just… warn me next time you’re about to do that.”
Chaz apologised, smoothly sliding the bolt out and ejecting the bullet casing. “Sorry about that, I tend to go a bit auto-pilot if I’m nervous, I don’t really think about what I’m doing while I’m doing it, you know?”
Atlas took a second to respond, sounding slightly stunned. “I can see that - you just loaded the magazine and slammed that bolt back in place without even looking.”
Chaz tilted their head. “I did what now?” They looked back at the rifle, pulling back the bolt slightly and seeing a bullet primed and ready to fire. “…Huh. I guess I did.” chk-chnk, the bolt goes back in place.
Atlas chuckled. “See what I mean? You’ll be fine. Right, I’ll flag the legionnaires down, you get ready.” Chaz nodded affirmatively, and got themselves into sniping stance.
“Right, legionnaires, sorry to keep you waiting!” Atlas chirped to the three grumpy looking charr. “Our marksman was just making sure their equipment was in order.”
“So what exactly are we here for again?” the stoutest and grumpiest-looking of the legionnaires huffed.
“Well, you three mentioned that you were looking for a marksman for your warbands, and I happen to be friends with a gladium who might suit your needs!”
“How long has this charr been a gladium?” the tall, lanky member of the legionnaires inquired.
“A few months, give or take. Separatist ambush late last year, they were the sole survivor, It was a pretty rough situation. They’ve recovered enough physically now to demonstrate their skills to you.”
The most dignified looking of the trio pondered aloud. “Interesting. You keep referring to our prospective marksman as ‘they’, is that… how they prefer to be addressed?”
“Chaz identifies as non-binary,” Clovis piped up from the distance. “Is that a problem at all?”
“Not at all,” the legionnaire harrumphed, “I just wanted to make sure. You say they’re fit for combat, yes?”
“Indeed, as fit as a fiddle,” Atlas confirmed. A yelp of pain and some swearing from Chaz’s direction punctuated that. “Okay, they’re still a bit wobbly on their legs. That… might have been my fault, but they’ll be fully recovered in no time!”
The dignified legionnaire nodded. “I’ll make a note of that.”
“Right, good, any other questions,” Atlas asked, looking between the three legionnaires, “Or shall we get this demonstration on the road?”
The three charr conferred with one another briefly, and nodded. “Let’s see what your friend is capable of.”
Clovis and Maurus joined Atlas and the Legionnaires for the demonstration. Atlas seemed all too eager to play Chaz up.
“Alright, everyone! I hope you brought a few drinks and maybe a sandwich or something, because our good friend Chaz, is locked, loaded, and ready to--”
CRACK! The Grins all jumped, while the Legionnaires looked on, mildly surprised. Chaz pulled the bolt back and ejected a casing before slamming it back in place.
“…Snipe some Separatists. Apparently without warning.” Everyone looked in the direction of Chaz’s shot. A good distance away, a lone Separatist lay dead, bleeding on the ground from their torso.
“A clean kill, centre mass, from that distance,” murmured the stout, grumpy Charr. “That takes some eagle eyes.”
“Ah, now that’s the thing,” Atlas explained, quickly regaining his composure. “My friend here has spent a lot of time in Rata Sum, and learned many things from the asura.” A chuckle erupted from the legionnaires, but Atlas continued. “What you are seeing is not just eagle eyes, but applied mathematics. By reading their environment, they can judge how far away the target is, and-”
CRACK! Atlas jumped again, much to the amusement of Clovis and Maurus, who were ready this time. Chk-chnk. The shot and the bolt action movement were much closer together, much more fluid. The group looked just in time see another Separatist drop, another center-mass shot from further away. Atlas cleared his throat and continued “…then trajectorize their shots appropriately.” Atlas paused to see if Chaz was about to fire without warning again. “In essence, my friend Chaz here is using math to-”
CRACK-chk-chnk - “… To explode other peoples’ heads.” Atlas sighed, but the legionnaires were thoroughly enthralled by Chaz’s marksmanship as yet another Separatist dropped. Chaz, meanwhile, was somewhat unsettlingly quiet as they focused on their targets.
The tall, lanky legionnaire of the trio piped up. “Wait. You say Chaz is exploding peoples’ heads, but they’re clearly taking the more tactical choice and aiming for their torsos.”
Atlas waved a hand dismissively. “I’m embellishing, do forgive me. Let’s just watch and see what Chaz does,” he chuckled, quietly wanting to brace himself for the next shot rather than get caught off guard again. It didn’t take long.
CRACK-chk. Chaz had pulled the bolt back, and produced a palmful of bullets from their pocket, effortlessly loading them one by one into the rifle’s magazine. While they did this, a wail filled the air, and the group looked back to see a Separatist, bleeding from the leg, yelling for help.
“He’s getting sloppy already,” the stout legionnaire scoffed. “That one isn’t dead!”
Chaz, who’d been otherwise quiet this whole time, turned their head slightly and glared at the peanut gallery of charr, shutting the stout one up almost immediately. “That’s the point.” They punctuated their sentence by slamming the rifle’s bolt shut with a chk-chnk. “Be patient, stay quiet, and watch.” They resumed looking back through the scope at the wounded, writhing Separatist.
The dignified-looking legionnaire was thoroughly impressed as they leaned towards the stout, grumpy one for an aside. “To be fair, shooting out someone’s kneecap at that range is more impressive than center-mass. Must have taken a lot of math to judge that shot.”
“I wanna see some heads exploding!” the grumpy charr grumbled. “But… you’re right. I’m curious to see what they’re getting at.”
Atlas regained his composure and cleared his throat. “Ah, yes. Chaz’s use of mathematics in their sniping is quite versatile. They can take out someone’s kneecap, or collapse a structure, or, yes indeed, explode someone’s head if they so desire.” They murmured a bit afterwards. “That said, this isn’t what Chaz had rehearsed while we were waiting for you three to show up, so I’m… quite curious too.”
“Oh, an unscripted performance!” The lanky legionnaire said cheerily. “This should be exciting.”
The Separatist’s cries echoed through the twilight sky. “Fuck, my leg! Someone help!”. It wasn’t long before one of their friends noticed, and started running towards them. “Hold on, I’ll-”
CRACK-chk-chnk! The group visibly flinched, except for the stout one, whose perpetual frown spread into the widest grin, as he cheered perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “HAH! Now THAT’s what I wanted to see!”
Chaz didn’t bother to respond, they were too focused. Time passed, another Separatist ran towards the injured one, and started picking them up.
CRACK-chk-chnk. Another center-mass shot. The injured Separatist yelped, as their would-be saviour keeled over, dropping them to the ground.
“Oh, I see what’s going on now,” the dignified legionnaire said. “Using an injured enemy as bait to lure out other targets. Cruel, but effective. Where’d you learn that tactic?”
CRACK-chk-chnk. Another would-be saviour down. Still no response from Chaz. The injured Separatist, tried to push themselves up onto their feet and limp to safety, still calling for help.
CRACK-chk-chnk. Their other leg gave out and they were left immobile. “Oh gods, someone help me!”.
“Excuse me, marksman? Chaz?” the dignified charr spoke up. “I was asking, where did you-”
CRACK-chk-chnk. Center-mass again. More screaming for help. Chaz mumbled something, but it was too indistinguishable to be heard. Maurus and Clovis started to look a bit uncomfortable, while Atlas just looked confused.
“…Come again?”
CRACK-chk. More bullets from their pocket, in one at a time. More “…Say it.”
“What?” The legionnaires looked between each other, confused, as screams for help echoed throughout the night sky.
“Say. It.”
As Chaz reloaded the rifle and the bolt slammed shut, the cries filling the air changed. A group of about five Separatists had heard the commotion and, as the legionnaires and the Grins looked back, they saw that the injured Separatist was gesturing wildly, seemingly trying to shoo them away, and yelling out “No, stay away! It’s a trap!”
Looking back at Chaz, the group of charr noticed an unsettling change of mood. The haggard-looking runt was smiling. Not just smiling, but grinning, mouth pulled taut, into some grim expression of sadistic glee. They took a deep breath, changed their stance slightly, and exhaled.
“Finally,” the word came out hushed as they emptied their lungs. Their breath, misty from the cold night air, was caught in the moonlight. To the charr accompanying Chaz, they saw cold, calculated, unforgiving spite in that cloud of breath. To the Separatists below, frightened and disoriented, they saw the chilling shroud of Grenth himself descending upon them. The air went still, and Chaz’s hands became a blur.
CRACK-chka-CRACK-chka-CRACK-chka-CRACK-chka-CRACK-chk-chnk! All five Separatists were downed within seconds of one another, and another pocketful of bullets were brought out and loaded one-by-one into the rifle.
Atlas’ eyes grew wide. “Burn me, that was incredible! Maurus, Clovis, did you see that?”
Silence. Atlas turned around and saw only Clovis, looking dumbfounded.
“…Maurus? Clovis, where’s Maurus?”
She gestured downhill. Atlas got the sinking feeling the night was about to go that way, too.
Maurus had clearly had enough of the racket the Separatist was making. It was grating on his ears, and the gunfire wasn’t doing him any favours either. He had a headache and he wanted to go get some sleep. Chaz had demonstrated their skills plenty tonight, they were sure to get a place in one of the warbands in the morning.
He was going to put the wounded human out of their misery. It hadn’t occurred to him to give warning beforehand, he’d just stormed off down the hill to get the job done.
Looking back out onto the field, Atlas, Clovis and the legionnaires could see the wounded Separatist, still barely clinging onto consciousness. That was when they saw Maurus. Not Chaz, though.
Chaz just saw red. A large, bright red shape moving towards several smaller, motionless, dark red shapes, along with one other shape that was still moving, though its colour was fading and darkening. Whatever that bright red thing was, it was moving, and they had everything lined up to make it drop.
Distance.
“Oi, Chaz. Friendly on the field.”
Muzzle velocity. Aim up a bit to compensate for bullet drop.
“CHAZ. FRIENDLY. HOLD YOUR FIRE.”
Wind speed - the wind picked up and was blowing to the west, so aim a little bit to the right to compensate.
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE CHAZ, STOP, THAT’S MAUR-!”
CRACK.
Maurus held the Separatist by the head - he’d just snapped the bastard’s neck when he heard the shot ring out. He looked uphill, dropped the limp, lifeless man to the ground and put his hands over his mouth. “…Oh shit.” He hurried back up to the mill.
There was an awkward, heavy silence in the air - Atlas had intervened just in time, tackling Chaz and knocking the butt of the rifle so that its barrel swung upwards. The sudden jolt and the loud report of the rifle startled Chaz enough that they yelped, coming back to their senses and trying to get up, realising they’d been pinned by a very furious Atlas.
“…Ow, Atlas! Get offa me! What’d I… “ They squirmed in place, glancing around before they noticed Maurus was missing. “…Oh no.” They stopped struggling, and started shivering. “Oh, fuck, what did I do?”
“You damn near shot Maurus is what you did!” Atlas snarled, grabbing Chaz by the lapels and getting in their face. “You… what the hell, man? You didn’t know what you were doing?”
“I-I-I told you, I go all auto-pilot when I’m nervous!” Chaz stammered, trying to avoid making eye contact.
“Nervous?” Atlas barked in disbelief, “That is what you do when you’re nervous?!”
Maurus hurried into the camp. “I’m okay! I’m okay. That was my bad, I just… that screaming was too much, I went down to shut the bastard up and I should’ve said something…” He saw a surprised group of Charr, surrounding Atlas, who had Chaz on the ground. “…What’d I miss?”
Atlas snarled, but finally let go of Chaz, sighing in frustration. He got up and looked to Maurus. “This kid nearly shot you, I had to… intervene. Are you okay?”
Maurus nodded. “Considering I haven’t been shot, I’m fine, thanks. Are they okay?”
Atlas looked back. Chaz had curled up, shivering, hyperventilating and sniffling. They refused to make eye contact with anything but the ground.
“I… don’t know. I kind of lost my temper. I should probably… just give them some space for a minute.”
“Well, that was nearly a friendly fire incident,” the short grumpy Legionnaire huffed. “If it were up to me your friend here would be in the stockades by now for reckless endangerment.”
The tall lanky one shook his head. “I’m not sure. They look lost and seem to be having trouble processing what happened.”
The dignified one tilted his head. “I think you’re on the right track, there.” He glanced over to Atlas. “You there, Atlas. You mentioned earlier that your gladium friend here was the sole survivor of an ambush, yes?”
“A Separatist ambush, yeah.”
“And you said they had recovered physically?”
“They’re fit to fight, yeah. I figured they could be done with some revenge against the bastards who killed their warband.”
The legionnaire mulled this over in his head. “Understandable, but perhaps a misguided train of thought. May I have a moment to speak with your friend?”
Atlas sighed. “I dunno, ‘s up to them.” He looked over, and called out. “Hey, Chaz!” Chaz flinched and looked at Atlas, still visibly shaking. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Legionnaire here wants to come talk with you, is that cool?” Chaz hesitated, but eventually nodded. Atlas gave the dignified legionnaire a look. “…Go easy on them, yeah? They’ve been through a lot and I… might have made it worse.”
The legionnaire nodded slowly, and approached Chaz, kneeling down beside them and gently placing a hand on their shoulder. “How are you holding up, soldier?”
“…I blew it, didn’t I?” Chaz couldn’t bear to make eye contact.
The legionnaire sighed. “That’s not what I’m here to talk about, but since you asked, let’s not mince words - Your marksmanship is excellent, and as your enthusiastic friend here has noted, your ability to judge shot placement is amazing. I’m also impressed by the way you used that one Separatist as bait.” A brief pause, and a thought crossed his mind. “Actually, before I continue, I never did get an answer to my question - Where did you learn that particular tactic?”
The small Charr hesitated. “…It was how my warband was… ambushed.”
“Ah, I heard about that, you were the sole survivor, correct?”
“I was the bait.”
“…I see.” The legionnaire cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. As I said, I’m gonna give this to you straight - I cannot in good confidence allow you to join my warband.”
“So basically, I blew it.” Chaz grumped.
“Please, don’t take it too harshly. I was talking with the other legionnaires and it sounds like you’re not quite yourself right now.”
Chaz tilted their head slightly. “What do you mean?”
“Well… have you experienced any ringing in your ears?”
“Um… A little, yeah. It’s worse when I’m firing the rifle, but I figured everyone got that.”
“Mm. What about an uncontrollable urge to thump anyone who gets in your way?”
“Kind of? I don’t do too good in crowds, I get a bit panicky and I need to find a quiet spot otherwise I might lash out.” They look at their clawless hands. “Not like I’m about to bop someone to death with these things, though,” They chuckled weakly, before yawning.
“I see. Have you been getting enough sleep, soldier? You look like you’ve been up for days.”
“Can’t. The few times I do try and sleep I get awful, awful nightmares. It’s like… I close my eyes and suddenly I’m back in Sniper’s Woods. I keep seeing that man. That helmet. Those eyes…”
“Hey, hey, stay with me, soldier.” The legionnaire gave Chaz’s shoulder a firm squeeze and a shake. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to put you through that again, just… it sounds as if you’re suffering from a particularly severe case of battle fatigue. It’s a nasty affliction, and a few of my best soldiers have been taken by it in my years as a legionnaire. Normally the treatment we prescribe is to just let it out, smash some things, crack some skulls, but… evidently that hasn’t helped, in your case.”
“Understatement of the century,” Chaz scoffed.
“Indeed. I still don’t fully understand the condition, but it sounds like yours needs a more nuanced approach, or at least some good friends to keep an eye on you until you’re better. While I understand and appreciate your friends’ desire to get you back into a warband, I think tonight’s demonstration was a mistake. A well-intentioned mistake, but still a mistake.”
“So… that’s it, then? This whole night was a waste of your time?”
“Oh no, far from it! Watching you work with that rifle was incredible, and you dispatched a fair number of those Separatist bastards, in my eyes that’s time well spent, you’ve made the mill a safer place, and I believe you’ve more than earned your right to some rest. Thank you for your time, I hope your search for a new warband goes well, and I hope you can find peace, soldier.”
And with a quick salute, the three of them were off, conversing with one another about the night, with the stout one still marvelling at how that one Separatist’s head just straight up exploded.
Atlas shuffled awkwardly over to Chaz, nudged along by Maurus and Clovis. “So, uh… demonstration didn’t go well, huh?”
Chaz sighed, and curled up a bit, knees huddled to their chest, looking up at the night sky. “I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”
Atlas sighed, and sat down to the left of the smaller charr, causing them to jump a bit. “Listen. I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. Just… when you said you went auto-pilot I didn’t realise it’d get… that bad. You were really far gone, like you were in another world entirely. I seriously thought you were gonna shoot Maurus.”
Chaz shuddered. “That’s the worst part about it. I was so caught up in what I was doing, the only thing I remember was you tackling me and yelling at me, and I looked around and Maurus wasn’t there… I seriously thought I had shot him. I don’t know, maybe I did, maybe this is some crazy dream where I didn’t shoot him.”
Maurus coughed awkwardly, sitting down to the right of Chaz, and putting a hand on their shoulder carefully, so as not to startle them. “Um, I’m still here. Look, the thing that matters is you didn’t shoot me. Please, don’t beat yourself up over it.”
Clovis joined the group, sitting down next to Maurus. “Yeah, you can’t spend all your days getting caught up in what could have happened, especially when it didn’t happen.” A brief pause. “If you had shot him though--”
“Clovis.” Maurus shot her a look.
“What? Was just gonna say, you’d have survived. Lookit you, you’re huge.”
Maurus nodded slowly. “Yeah, I suppose I’ve had worse.”
A long, heavy silence filled the air as the four charr looked out at the fields, the sky starting to turn a fiery red with another dawn on the horizon.
Atlas was the first to break the silence. “Listen, I know it’s not much, and it’s probably not the right time, but… “ He rummaged around in his bag and pulled out a raggedy old rifle, notched and marked and held together with bandages and sheer malice. “I think this was the rifle that Separatist bastard shot you with… you want it?”
Chaz didn’t have any energy left to get up in Atlas’ face about it, so they just looked over at him weakly. “…Is this your idea of some funny joke? That’s fucked up.”
“Woah, hey, sorry… that is kind of a dick move though. I guess I hadn’t thought it through.” Atlas set the gun aside, putting his hands up and sighing. “I dunno what the hell was going through my mind when I took it, even. Just… that man with the knife.”
Chaz looked Atlas in the eye. “You saw the guy who was torturing me?”
Atlas nodded. “We all did. Fucking coward booked it soon as he saw us come charging in, When we saw the state he’d left you in, ugh… Made my blood boil.“
“How’d you figure the rifle was his?”
“I dunno for sure, maybe it’s his, maybe it belonged to one of the cronies we already killed. Anyway, thing is, when I saw the rifle, and the bloodstains and the gunshot wound in your leg, I just thought, y’know, this sick fuck took so much from you, maybe you’d wanna take something back from him?”
“I… appreciate the thought. It’s not gonna bring back my warband, but… thank you.”
Atlas nodded, sadly. “I’m sorry. I was really hoping we could get you into one of those bands tonight. I figured you’d be really happy serving in a warband where your skills could be put to excellent use.”
Chaz sighed. “Honestly, I’d be happy in any warband. Ever since I registered as a gladium I’ve felt so… vulnerable, small, insignificant.” Chaz holds out a nubby, clawless hand and stares at it. “Like someone bigger than me could just take me and nobody would notice.”
Clovis perked her ears up, and looked over at Chaz. She stood back up, and started walking around the mill. “You know… you make a good point. Maybe someone could take you. Maybe someone already has.”
Chaz looked around. “…Should I be afraid?” That question was answered for them - they yelped in surprise as Clovis knelt down and clapped her hands over their shoulders. They squirmed in place. “Ack, lemme go!”
“C’mon. Think back to that day, when we found you. What did you say, on day that we first met?”
Chaz’s squirming slowed down, and they looked up at Clovis. “Uhhh… I figured I was hallucinating that I’d been rescued by a bunch of looters dressed in orange and purple?”
“You are correct! Mostly. Technically we didn’t rescue you from that camp, we looted you! That means we get to keep you!” She chuckled. “And a looted charr is more valuable than a rickety old rifle, so you owe me a drink, Atlas.” A sly smirk from Clovis, much to Atlas’ feigned annoyance.
Chaz squirmed some more, laughing as they realised what was going on. “Yeah, but remember what Atlas said?”
Atlas saw where this was going, and smiled. “Yeah, I said we’re not kidnapping Chaz, we need to ask them and see how they feel.”
Clovis nodded. “But at the time, all Chaz could say was that they were in severe pain and discomfort and required immediate medical attention.” She looked down at the small Charr. “So… how do you feel now?”
“I am still in some mild pain and discomfort as my wounds haven’t properly healed yet, please let me go.”
“…Oh, right. Sorry.” Clovis carefully took her hands off of Chaz’s shoulders, looking crestfallen. “With that mesmer magic hiding your scars I… kinda forgot.”
Chaz laughed. “It’s alright. Seriously though, I’d be happy to join your warband, if you’d have me.”
Clovis’ face brightened up again, and she cheered. “Woo, we looted a new ‘bandmate!”
Maurus looked a lot cheerier too. “So you’re gonna be staying with us? Yes!”
Atlas crossed his arms, nodding. “Alright. It’s not official yet, but we’ll take you to see the Grin Legionnaire as soon as we can, and fill him in on the situation.”
Chaz looked a bit nervous. “Will I need to provide proof of my combat skills or anything?”
“Oh no, nothing like that. After what happened today, it sounds like what you really need is an extended vacation. Thankfully the Grins are pretty laid back, we just get rough instructions and tackle it however we see fit. Like that day we saved you from the Separatists?”
“Yeah?”
“Our assignment was, and I shit you not, ‘Disrupt Separatist activity in and around Ebonhawke’. That was it.”
Clovis chimed in, “I decided the best way to do that was loot a camp, and that’s when we looted you!”
Chaz was rather taken aback by what he’d just heard. “Wow. So… I don’t have much in the way of obligations?”
Atlas shook his head. “None at all, really. You contribute in the way you feel most comfortable. Like I said, I’ll fill the legionnaire in on the state we found you in and the whole battle fatigue thing. He’ll make sure you aren’t forced into a fighting role or anything that involves Separatists. And if he doesn’t, I will.”
Chaz heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s… that’s incredible. Thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s the least we can do. D’you need anything else?”
“Well… I could use a drink.” Chaz coughed. “I’m pretty dry right now.”
“Sure thing,” Atlas nodded. “Let’s get back to the citadel and get you a drink. On me, as an apology for tonight. And one for Clovis, since she looted you. And one for Maurus, since he almost got shot.”
The group shared a laugh as they marched back to the citadel. Chaz looked out towards the glowing horizon, and smiled a little.
They were tired, they were sore, they still had so much to be anxious about, but for the first time in a little while, they were looking forward to a new day.
That, and a beer.
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Imagine: You get dragged to a party at Tony’s that you didn’t want to go to. You notice Bucky isn’t having fun either so you decide to strike up a conversation with him and it leads to something more
Warnings: Smut
MASTERLIST
You stood on the outskirts of a large group of people, all chattering loudly. You were at one of Tony Stark’s infamous parties, though you if it were up to you, you’d be anywhere else. Parties weren’t really your thing, but Natasha convinced you to come.
“C’mon y/n, it will be fun,” she had said.
“I don’t know Nat, I just can’t see myself enjoying it,” you had told her. Going from no parties to a Stark party was like going from sitting on your couch all day to running a marathon.
“I’ll be there with you the whole time don’t worry,” she had insisted. Those words had convinced you to come, but now that you were standing alone, you regretted your decision. You scanned the room, finding some people’s drunk antics amusing. It dawned on you that were probably the only person not becoming a drunk mess. Well, maybe not everyone.
Your eyes fell on a man across the room, who like you, wasn’t talking to anyone. He had his back to the wall, looking about as uncomfortable as you felt. You knew the man was Bucky, though you never officially met him. You would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. He was just your type, tall, dark hair, muscular, a little brooding.
Maybe you should talk to him, a voice in the back of your head piped up. At first you shook it away, thinking you would make a fool of yourself. However, the more you wrestled with the idea, the more you thought it wouldn’t be so bad. It sure beat standing here alone.
Making up your mind, you made your way towards him, hyping yourself up as you went so you didn’t chicken out and turn around. Luckily, he seemed distracted by something on the ground, so he didn’t see you approaching, causing that awkward, ‘when am I close enough to say something’ moments.
“I think we are the only two people here who could be bored at one of Tony’s parties,” you said, standing just a couple paces away from him.
Bucky looked up at you, seeming surprised by your presence. “Yeah, I guess I’m not really a party person,” he replied softly.
“Let me guess, a friend dragged you here, promising you that it would be fun,” you tried.
“Something like that,” he replied, chuckling a little. His smile was bright and white, and you found yourself having to make a conscious effort not to be distracted by it.
“Maybe we should get better friends,” you joked, pulling another small laugh from his pink lips. Making him smile made your heart flutter more than it should.
“Well, I kind of like the company I have right now,” he admitted, his blue eyes locking on yours, making your heart race. “I’m Bucky, by the way.” He stuck his hand out, and you took it, acting as if you hadn’t already known his name.
“Y/n,” you told him, shaking his hand, yours looking tiny in his.
“So, y/n, do you know your way around this place?” Bucky asked, “I’m not really fond of noise and crowds.”
“Yeah I know some places,” you took his hand, leading him towards the door. “I’m surprised though, to most Avengers, this is their second home.” You led him down the hallway, the sounds of the party becoming more muffled behind you.
“Not me,” he told you. The two of you stopped at the end of the hall, turning towards each other. The lights were dim, but Bucky’s eyes still managed to glow. “I prefer to stay at the compound.”
“Why’s that?” you asked. His eyes seems to darken a bit, and you wondered if you should have asked that.
“Safer there, I guess,” he told you, “If I were to... There’s more protections in place there to keep people safe.” He didn’t have to say it, you knew what he meant. His metal arm tightened, as if he was recalling an old memory, one he probably wished he could forget.
“You shouldn’t treat yourself like a monster,” you replied carefully.
Bucky shrugged, “I guess it’s just want I’m used to.”
“Well maybe it’s time you start getting out of your comfort zone,” you pointed out.
“Says the girl who just ditched a party,” Bucky teased.
You laughed. “Well, if you wanna go back...” Though you secretly hoped he didn’t.
“No, I’m happy right here,” he told you, his smile returning.
“Right, then let’s go exploring,” you replied, relived.
“So, can I ask, how exactly do you know your way around here so well?” Bucky asked, following your around a bend in the hallway.
“I work for Mr. Stark, well Tony to you, here in the tower,” you told him, “One of the many assistants that keeps this place going. You’d know that if you came around here more often.” You threw in the playful jab, turning your head slightly to smirk at him.
“Well I just might have to now,” he flirted with a coy smile. “You know the other Avengers?”
“Some better than others,” you replied, “I’m pretty close with Natasha, actually.” You led him to a flight of stairs, tiptoeing down poorly lit steps.
“Yeah she’s nice,” he said, “Also, where are we going?” He was close behind you and your felt his hand hovering on your lower back, as if he was nervous you may slip.
“Tony’s lab,” you replied, “It’s probably the coolest place here.” You reached the bottom of the steps, the lab unfolding before you. Of course, there was a glass wall preventing you from actually going in, but it was still cool to look at.
“Wow,” Bucky said, taking in all the machinery, “I can’t believe someone can understand how all this stuff works.”
“I know right?” you replied, “Tony brings us in here sometimes and shows us some cool stuff. Truthfully, I think he just likes women to ogle over his work, but I still find it interesting.”
“Is that car shaking?” Bucky asked, leaning closer to the glass. You did the same, squinting your eyes to try to see through the darkness. The car was in, fact, rocking slightly.
“Oh Tony!” a female voice rang out. You threw your hand up to your mouth, trying to stifle a giggle. Bucky couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, causing the car to halt.
“Uh oh,” you said, grabbing his hand, “Let’s go.” You ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time, not wanting to get caught by your boss. You went into auto pilot, bringing Bucky into a room a few doors down from the top of the stairs. Once the door closed behind you, you both collapsed on the floor in a fit of laughter.
“I can’t believe that happened,” Bucky chuckled.
“Eh, knowing Tony I’m not too surprised,” you laughed. When the laughter died down, you found yourself staring into Bucky’s eyes. The silence in the room seemed to be charged, and you wondered if he was feeling the same as you.
“Uh, y/n, did you bring me to a bed room?” Bucky asked, looking over to the bed in the center of the room. You realized in your rush to get away, you had brought him to a guest room.
“Yeah, but I didn’t- I wasn’t trying to suggest- I just wanted to get away,” you stumbled, your cheeks burning red. You felt like an idiot, and if he was feeling something, you probably killed it.
Bucky chuckled, “It’s okay, it will come in handy.” Your heart pounded as he brushed a lock of hair out of your eyes, his hand slowly cupping your face, pulling you towards him. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed to yours. Your mind was racing, feeling his mouth move perfectly against yours. You ran your fingers through his hair, leaning into him to deepen the kiss.
The two of you stood up, keeping your lips in contact as you did. You both stumbled towards the bed, Bucky pulling off his shirt as you did. When you reached the edge of the bed, you turned around, letting Bucky unzip your dress. The fabric pooled at your ankles and you kicked it off, laying down on the sheets.
Bucky climbed on top you and your admired his toned body. You stole a look at his metal arm, but didn’t stare, not wanting to make him self conscious. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to meet his lips again. His flesh hand returned to your face, while his metal one snaked around your back, unhooking your bra. You let the bra slide down your arms, before tossing it to the floor.
Bucky brought his arm back around, running it across your breasts. The metal was cold on your skin, making your nipples harden. You let out a soft gasp from the coolness. Bucky continued to massage your breats as he leaned further into you, lowering you back down on the bed. Bucky moved his other hand down your body, landing on your clothed heat. He rubbed his fingers over the material, causing you to get wet under his touch. He hooked a finger around the fabric, pulling it down your legs
“Mmm,” you moaned as his warm finger pressed against your throbbing clit. He rolled circles over the sensitive bud, getting you more wound up with every second. It felt good, but you wanted more of him.
As if reading your mind, Bucky sat up, undoing his belt. You watched as he removed the remainder of his clothes, his erection springing from his boxers, making your core tingle. He attached his lips to your neck as he pushed into you. You let out a gasp as your body tried to adjust to him. Bucky began a slow, gentle rhythm, allowing you to get used to him.
“Faster,” you told him. He complied, pumping his hips against you with more ferocity. He continued to leave kisses across your chest and breasts, his pace never skipping a beat. You were so worked up, you could feel your orgasm building quickly.
“I’m close,” you mumbled. Bucky replied, by slipping his hand down and rubbing hard circles against your clit. “Shit,” you moaned, his actions sending a shock wave of pleasure through your body. Bucky continued to thrust into, only sustaining your orgasm longer. Shortly after, found himself spiraling over the edge.
“y/n, fuck,” he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as his face contorted with pleasure. Seeing him get off nearly made you cum again. When Bucky finished, he pulled out of you, peppering soft kisses all across your skin. He took the sheets, wrapping you in the soft, white fabric, before cuddling up next to you.
“Maybe these parties aren’t so bad,” He suggested with a wink.
“Maybe not,” you smiled, before resting your head on his chest and drifting off to sleep.
“Y/n? Where are you?” a voice called, pulling you from sleep.
“Bucky? Are you in there,” another voice asked, that one belonging to a male. Bucky wriggled under the sheets, his eyes fluttering open. You rubbed your face, trying to rid yourself of the fog of sleep.
Suddenly, the door swung open, causing you and Bucky to jump. You gripped the sheets, pulling them over you to shield yourself. You recognized the two figures as Natasha and Steve Rogers. Uh oh, you thought, realizing you had been caught.
“Well it looks like our plan worked,” Nat said smugly. Her and Steve high-fived.
“Plan?” Bucky asked before you could.
“Well, Nat and I both thought you two needed to get out more. We dragged you two to the party, hoping you’d meet and get along,” Steve explains, “and it looks like you really got along.” Nat and Steve snickered, while your cheeks went red.
“Alright, you’ve had your laugh you can go now,” Bucky stated. You were glad he was better with his words than you. The pair continued to laugh as they shut the door behind them, leaving you two alone.
“Sorry about that, I had no idea,” you told Bucky, hoping he wasn’t upset.
“It’s okay,” Bucky told you, kissing your shoulder, “I’m kind of glad they did it, but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of admitting that.”
“Me too,” you giggled, glad you were both on the same page.
“Can I take you out? I guess we did this a bit backwards, but I would love to take you to dinner,” Bucky asked.
“I’d love that,” you replied, placing one last soft kiss on his lips.
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