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*gasps* protective!psycho reader

Psycho reader just giving ward a glance when he's about to act up and make rafe feel bad, but once he notices psycho behind rafe he's suddenly more thoughtful of his word choice "you know what rafe, it's fine I'm sorry I overreacted" and psycho raises her eyebrows and "I love you son, we'll talk about this later"

"rafe! Mr.Cameron! How are you boys doing?" She kisses rafe on the cheek and leans into his shoulder while still looking into wards soul

"we're doing just fine" ward freezes for a second and looks away briefly so rafe doesn't see how terrified he is, rafe isn't supposed to know anything until tannyhill belongs to them.

"just, fine?" Psycho tilts her head

"yeah baby, we're just taking care of business, how are you doing pretty girl?" Rafe looks so much happier when ward is on his best behavior, and psycho really likes how ward finally knows what rafe has felt all his life, this is why psycho does what she does.

"everything's perfect over here, pretty boy, just perfect" she laughs as she realizes ward is actually afraid of her and it's not just an act. Maybe she's having too much fun with this, maybe she doesn't care as long as rafe is smiling like he is now. there's something in that smile that wasn't there before, love

"bye Mr.cameron!" "Bye dad!" They both say goodbye to ward as he goes to greet rose and wheezie, a little faster than normal, but rafe just thinks he's talking to rose about what's going on with the family business. At least that's not a complete lie

Ward looks back at them and waves goodbye before he and rose leave, of course rose can't know about readers hobbies but chances are she already knows. She hasn't said anything, hopefully it'll stay that way. Rose just smiles and waves, nothing out of the ordinary

Psycho looks at ward again with something undescribable while wheezies facing ward and not rafe and reader, this time ward and rose turn their attention to wheezie and tell her to be good and do her homework and maybe she'll get to go to that concert she's been talking about for the past week, as usual but this time their smiles seemingly genuine. Wheezie either doesn't care or doesn't notice but she says ok and smiles back. Ward will let her go, even give her and her friends some money to get some souvenirs. How generous

Psycho waves a final goodbye, rafe looks over at her and smiles, rafe can't believe how lucky he is to have her. It's like ever since she's been in his life, everything finally feels normal. That he's normal. With her around, everything is perfect. Reader smiles back and walks over after ward and rose finally walk away. so she can help wheezie with science homework. They've been getting along ever since reader first came over and they watched movies all night long. Now they're working and talking about how everyone's acting weird, reader just says at least they aren't alone anymore, reader hated that feeling. Rafe felt good knowing that reader and him were always on the same page. That he's making her feel exactly how he feels whenever she's around, loved

Rafe doesn't mention anything about his little mistake, or what it could mean for the family business, he doesn't want his girl caught up in all of this. And besides he doesn't want to put that on reader to have to put up with all of this, even if his dad has gotten better he feels like his girl is far too sensitive to handle this. How sweet

They're the Cameron's, they're kook royalty. Everyone's happy, but now that readers here to help, everything is perfect. Just like what psycho said, all they needed was a little bit of love and faith to keep them together. Maybe getting that promise ring wasn't such a bad idea

SHE HAS HIM BY THE THROAT NOW

And Rafe having 0 clue that everything's getting better BC of her, but thinking she's too sweet and soft for his father to butt heads with, little does he know... 🫠

And can we talk about the fact that r definitely calls Rafe some variation of "my good boy" during sex that just seems like her vibe -

#rafe cameron x reader #libra speaks

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waywardxrhea · 3 months

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Part Forty-Nine: Here We Go Again...

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence.

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Steve makes some big decisions.

Later on, as the celebration is winding to a close, Steve tells Emma about the plan to return the stones where they got them, saying, "We decided that after everything that's happened, I'm the most capable of returning them."

Emma takes in the words and nods as she leans into his chest to give him a hug. "Just promise me you'll be safe?"

"I promise I will be," he tells her with a kiss on the top of her head.

After one more day of observation, Emma is released to go back home. She thanks everyone who helped treat her before getting into a jet that is set with the coordinates to the lodge. Accompanying Emma and Steve to the lodge are Sam, Bucky, and Bruce. On the way there, Bruce details how they will be building a mini version of the time machine they used before so that Steve can return the stones to their proper places in time. While Emma still has her reservations, she knows that was the only way to get everything back to normal.

As they arrive on the property, Emma goes inside to start cleaning up odds and ends to distract herself while the guys work on the time machine outside. At one point Sam comes in for a small break, looking around the house and at all the new pictures that were added while he was gone. "Wow, y'all did lots of redecorating didn't you?" Sam asks aloud as he approaches Emma who is now sitting quietly at the piano bench staring off into space.

Emma jumps at the sudden voice appearing and nods, replying, "Yeah, a bit. We just wanted it to start feeling like our home rather than a rental space."

Sam nods as he sits beside her on the bench. "What's on your mind, Ems?"

"What? Nothing, I'm fine."

"Well judging by the fact that you always come and sit at this piano when you need to think about stuff or when you're upset, I'm assuming it isn't nothing."

Emma sighs and admits, "I'm just scared, Sam..."

"What are you scared of?"

Emma starts fiddling with her engagement ring to try and stop her hands from shaking as she tells him, "Last time we did the whole time travel thing we lost Nat... I'm terrified to lose Steve too, especially since he's going alone..."

"Hey, hey," Sam whispers, hearing the break in her voice and trying to prevent her from crying. "It's gonna be okay. All Steve has to do is put them back, he doesn't have to fight or anything."

"I know, but neither did she..."

Sam sighs quietly before telling her, "Emma, we just have to trust Steve here, okay?"

"I know, I just-"

Sam shakes his head and interrupts her, "Do you trust Steve?"

"More than anything," Emma affirms.

"Then trust that he'll be okay. He can hold his own, you know that."

"Oh, believe me, I know," Emma replies with a quiet laugh.

"It'll all work out, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Now I gotta get back out there, they may be super strong and geniuses but I'm the one who can build this thing," Sam jokes before grabbing a water bottle and heading back outside.

Later everyone is settled in for the night, well, all except Emma. While everyone else is fast asleep, Emma is wide awake, her mind racing with thoughts of Steve's mission details, the final battle with Thanos, and the time travel mission that they lost Nat to. She becomes so overwhelmed that she sneaks out of bed and into the living room to sit at the piano. She plugs in a few things to quiet the piano so she doesn't wake the others before she starts playing one of Nat's favorite songs. She begins to cry while playing so she stops and changes to a happier song, knowing that it wasn't good for her mental state.

About a minute into the new song, she hears a voice from behind her asking, "That's a really nice song, what's it called?" Emma jumps at his voice and Bucky realizes what he had done. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he tells her quickly.

Emma takes a shaky breath, trying to stop her heart from racing before replying with, "It's okay, I'm just jumpy and on edge is all." She finally calms the shaking in her hands and answers his question, saying, "The song doesn't really have a title, it's just something I improvised."

"It sounds like it's got some 40's tones in there," he says as he sits on a chair a little ways away, not yet willing to test her boundaries and come closer.

Emma nods and replies, "I usually just mix some of Steve's favorite music with my own. He seems to like it."

"Well I think you're really talented," Bucky tells her quietly. They both sit in silence for a second before Bucky continues. "With everything that's been going on I guess I never really got the chance to say this, but I'm glad you and Steve are happy together. You know, he wouldn't shut up about you when he was saving my ass back in Germany."

Emma can't help the small laugh that escapes at the comment as she finally turns to face him, asking, "Oh really now?"

Bucky laughs and tells her, "Oh yeah, even when we were fighting for our lives, he was worried about you. Needless to say when they couldn't find you after that bombing he was pretty torn up. You seemed to be the thing that kept him going."

"I can guarantee it was because of you," Emma assures him. "He's wanted to bring you back ever since he figured out you were alive. He never told me about his search because of...well...certain circumstances, but..."

Bucky opens and closes his mouth, trying to find a way to properly apologize for what he had done as the Winter Soldier. He finally manages to get out, "Look, about that, I'm really sorry, I just-"

With those memories flooding back to her plus everything overwhelming her mind already, Emma can't handle thinking about it all right now. So she stands up and tells him quietly, "I believe you, I do, I just can't think about it right now. I hope you understand..."

Bucky sighs and nods his head, telling her, "I get it. Maybe another time."

Emma forces a small smile onto her lips as she nods and heads back to her and Steve's room for the night.

The next afternoon Emma is on her laptop pondering where to get the wedding cake done now that there will be a lot more people at the ceremony when Steve wanders into the living room and says, "Hey Em, can I ask you something?"

Emma looks up from her laptop and asks, "Sure, what's up?"

He takes a seat beside her on the couch and starts with, "So with the whole time travel thing and having to bring the stones back to where they belong, it got me thinking...what if you came with me? I talked with Bruce and he said that it would be okay for you to travel since they released you from the hospital in Wakanda. We could go back and live in the '50s after the war just like you mentioned you always wanted." He pauses before saying, "That past could become our new future. A fresh start."

Emma closes her laptop and puts it aside as she says, "A fresh start? We're getting that right now. Are you even hearing what you're saying?"

"What do you mean?"

"Steve, what I'm hearing you say is that you want to leave behind all of our friends -- no, our family -- who we just got back after five years. And what about Bucky? You finally get him back after all this running after him and you just want to up and leave him behind? Our future and a fresh start are right here in this house!"

"Well I didn't think about it like that, I just thought that we could go back and get married so we can live a simple life without having to worry about...everything."

"We can do all of those things here and now! I understand the temptation to go back to a time you know better, but-"

Steve's frustration gets the better of him, so he interrupts Emma by saying, "I don't think you do understand Emma!" He stands up, telling her, "We can talk about this later, I'm going for a walk..."

Emma's face falls as she whispers, "Oh...okay..." She tries not to cry as she gets up to distract herself in any way she can until she calms down. She didn't think she was being that irrational or anything... The thought of it though, why would they just up and leave everything they worked so hard for behind?

Later that evening Emma is cooking dinner for everyone when Steve comes into the kitchen and wraps his arms around her from behind. He kisses the top of her head before telling her, "Hey, I'm sorry for earlier. I didn't mean to get frustrated... The idea of going back and staying just got in my head and I couldn't get it out."

Emma puts down the spoon and turns to face Steve. She rests her head on his chest and wraps him in a hug as she replies, "It's okay, love. I didn't mean to sound harsh, I was just shocked."

"I understand. While I was out walking I thought about it some more and you're right, it wouldn't be fair to leave everyone behind. I still have to return the stones tomorrow though, that fact doesn't change."

"Promise me you'll be safe?"

"I promise."

"Good," Emma says before hugging him tighter. She then laughs a bit and jokes, "I can't get married alone, Mr. Rogers."

Steve chuckles and replies with, "I would never leave you behind, future Mrs. Rogers."

Emma leans up to kiss him before saying, "Gosh I love hearing that."

From across the room, Sam and Bucky had wandered in and seen the whole exchange. Bucky makes a point of Steve hearing him as he asks Sam, "Are they always this affectionate?" Emma jumps a bit but relaxes as Steve pulls her close to comfort her.

Sam laughs at the question and tells Bucky, "Try living with it. See one time I just could not sleep because-"

Steve shoots Sam a look telling him to shut it. Before Steve can say anything to him though, Emma finally gets a word in with her cheeks beet red, saying, "I'm sorry I didn't realize you two were in here, otherwise..."

Steve smiles and pulls her back in for a kiss before telling her, "They can deal with it." A glint of mischievousness makes its way into Steve's eye as he adds to Sam directly, "Oh and Sam, those house rules you made have definitely not been followed in years."

Emma's cheeks ignite with fire once again as she buries her face into Steve's chest as he laughs. Sam rolls his eyes and says, "Oh come on man, I was perfectly happy not knowing that!"

Bucky raises an eyebrow and asks, "House rules?"

Sam sighs and says, "Let's just say that I'm surprised there isn't a little super soldier baby running around here at this point."

Bucky laughs at the comment for a moment, honestly happy for Steve and the love that he found. After the laughter dies down, Bucky tells the two of them, "Well we came in here because dinner smells fantastic, compliments to the chef."

Emma offers a small smile and says, "Thank you. Dinner will be done in about half an hour. In the meantime you boys can feel free to use the pool table in the den, maybe see if Bruce wants to play too."

"I'm down," Sam says and Bucky nods in response.

"I'll go get Banner," Bucky says before heading off.

"You coming, Steve?" Sam asks as he turns to leave.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, don't wait for me," Steve tells him.

"You just want more alone time with Emma," Sam teases.

"Guilty as charged."

"Well just promise me you won't violate the counter space while the food is still cooking okay?"

Emma laughs and calls after him, "No promises!"

After Sam leaves, Steve starts to help Emma with the food for a few minutes. Emma can sense the change in the atmosphere so she asks, "What's up Steve? You got really quiet. It isn't like you to not hum or talk while we cook together."

"There's just a lot on my mind is all," Steve tells her quietly.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, for sure. It's just..." he pauses, trying to find his next words. He sighs and starts up again with, "While I was on my walk earlier I made a decision that was really hard to make."

"And that decision was...?" Emma prompts, worry creeping into her mind.

Steve beats around the bush, not really wanting to say the words out loud because of the uncertainty that comes with them, so instead, he starts rambling. "It's just that after everything that's happened and how many times I've almost lost you I know I can't put myself through that stress anymore..."

"Steve, whatever decision you made I will stand by you through it, you don't have to be afraid to say it," Emma tells him before pulling him into a hug. "You...you aren't calling off the wedding though, are you...?"

"What? No! Never!" Steve tells her quickly, finally realizing that what he said could have implied that.

"Good..." she replies before rubbing her hand up and down his back lovingly.

Steve relaxes in Emma's arms and finally rips the bandaid off, telling her, "I think after I put the stones back, I want to leave the hero's life behind. I want to retire as Captain America, as an Avenger, as everything."

The words come as a shock to Emma so she asks, "Steve, hun, are you sure?"

He looks into her eyes and nods. "I'm positive. I feel like I've been fighting my whole life and I'm ready to give that up. The last five years have shown me what I really want and that's to settle down with you and live a normal life."

"Steve, love, nothing about our lives is normal," Emma tells him with a laugh.

Steve chuckles and kisses her before telling her, "I know, but I'm hoping we can try our best. I just never want to risk losing you again."

"And I'm happy that I'll never have to worry about you sacrificing yourself again." Emma turns away to tend to the food and teases, "So what's your retirement plan, old man?"

"I haven't exactly figured that one out yet," Steve admits, "but I know as long as I'm with you I'll be happy."

"Maybe we can take over the antique shop once Penny retires from there, she's been talking about it for a while now."

"I think I would like that a lot," Steve replies with a smile as he helps Emma finish up cooking dinner, forgetting about the pool game going on in the next room.

The next morning rolls around and everyone is preparing for Steve's mission. Emma makes sure he has a good breakfast before his trip because of her own past mistakes. She watches as Steve gets into his uniform one last time and asks, "You're sure you wanna give up the hero's life? I just want to make sure you're positive, it's a big change for you."

"I'm sure," Steve tells her, pulling her into a hug.

After he releases her and they start to leave the room, Emma playfully hits Steve's backside with a laugh and says, "I will say I'll miss seeing you in this uniform."

Steve chuckles and replies, "You won't be the only one." Emma cocks her head in confusion and Steve elaborates for her, "Scott Lang I mean. He's a super fan as you know, but on that last mission he said I had quote, 'America's Ass.'"

"I mean he's not wrong," Emma says with a wink and a kiss on Steve's lips.

"As much as I would love to kill time with you, once I get back we'll have a lot more time for us," Steve tells her, pulling away from the affectionate kiss.

"Fine," Emma pouts while laughing.

Steve grabs Thor's hammer off the floor and Emma stares at him in awe, saying, "I still can't get over the fact that you can wield that thing."

"Why, did you think I wasn't worthy?" Steve asks in a teasing tone.

"Oh you're more than worthy, it's just that no one thought it was possible after we all tried that one time at Avengers Tower."

"All?"

"Okay maybe not all, I definitely didn't, but you tried very hard and you couldn't lift it then," Emma tells him with a laugh.

"I'm happy that we can look back on that day now and laugh," Steve says as he takes Emma's hand in his own.

"Me too," she says with a smile.

They make their way hand in hand outside to where the mini time machine had been set up and see Bruce, Sam, and Bucky all waiting for Steve. "What took you two so long?" Sam shouts with a laugh.

"Watch it," Steve chuckles as he makes his way over to Bruce, dropping Emma's hand, ready to get this over with.

Bruce nods at Steve and says, "Remember, like we discussed, you're to put the stones back at the exact moment we took them or you're gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternate realities."

"Don't worry Bruce, I've got this," Steve tells him as he shuts the case.

Bruce sighs and admits to Steve, "You know, I tried. When I had the gauntlet and all the stones, I really tried to bring her back... I miss her man."

"Me too," Steve tells him sadly.

Steve then turns to where the others are and Sam tells him, "You know I could come with you right?"

Steve makes sure that Emma isn't in earshot and says to Sam quietly, "You're a good man Sam, but in the off chance that something does go wrong, I need you to be here for her if I can't be."

"Don't talk like that, Steve. It's all gonna work out. You're gonna make it back safe and sound and get married to that girl right over there if I have to go back and get you myself."

Steve chuckles and claps Sam on the back before he gets to where Bucky is standing. He smiles at his long-time friend and says, "Don't do anything stupid til I get back."

Bucky smiles a genuine smile at the words and replies, "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." The two share a hug, hoping it won't be the last due to this potentially dangerous mission.

After Bucky, Steve makes his way over to Emma and looks deep into her eyes before pulling her in for a hug. "Why do I have a feeling you're worried about this mission more than you're letting on?" Emma asks, her voice muffled in Steve's chest.

"That's because I know how to put on a brave face when I'm scared as hell," Steve mumbles back while rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Then don't go," Emma tells him.

"I have to, Em... Tony's still in no shape to do it, same with Banner, Sam and Bucky don't know how the tech works, and the others are off with their families right now. I'm our only option here..."

Emma sighs and nods, pulling away from the hug to look into his eyes once more. "Be smart, be safe, and come back home to me, okay?"

"Yes ma'am," Steve says with a smile.

"Here, take this," Emma tells him and takes the engagement ring off her finger to put in his hand. "I don't know how long you'll be gone, but keep that as a reminder to keep going, okay? So you remember what's at stake back home..."

"How could I ever forget?" Steve asks before tenderly kissing her.

After their moment together, Bruce clears his throat and asks, "Are you ready Steve?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." He nods as he picks up Mjolnir once more and hits a button to activate the time travel suit over his uniform.

"How long is this gonna take?" Sam asks as he takes his place next to Emma, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.

"For him as long as he needs, for us about five seconds," Bruce informs him as he starts hitting buttons on the machine so Steve can begin navigating time and space, this time alone. "Ready Cap? Going quantum in three... two... one..."

Emma blows out a breath when Steve disappears and Sam puts a hand on her shoulder and whispers, "It'll be okay..."

She nods as Bruce announces, "And coming back in five...four...three...two..."

Once Bruce hits the final buttons, Steve materializes back on the platform not only with his fully intact shield on his arm but with someone else by his side. "Oh my God," Emma breathes as she sees the two of them on the platform together.

a/n: who are we thinking Steve came back with? and yes, i had to do another cliff hanger! we're very rapidly approaching the end of this story (i'm pretty sure there's two parts left, i cry) and i hope you all have enjoyed it as much as i have during the entire creative process!

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Okay that cousins au thing was The Cutest Shit and if you’re still taking prompts... more of that? In whatever way you wana interpret that

So this story happens in a universe that is sort of a blend of By the Seashore and Broken Web.

By the Seashore involves Gerard on vacation with his little cousin Martin who he takes to the beach and helps him win the attentions of his crush, Jon.

Broken Web takes place a few years later. Gerard saves Jon from A Guest for Mr. Spider and comforts him. He promises to remain Jon’s pen pal and tell him more about the supernatural. Jon and Gerry do not recognize each other from the events of By the Seashore

This story takes place when Jon and Martin are thirteen and Gerard is about twenty. The timeline is a bit shaken up since Mary doesn’t bind herself to the book until 2008 when Jon and Martin would be twenty-one. In this universe it happens earlier.

Characters: Gerard Keay, Martin Blackwood, Jonathan Sims

Pairings: Minor Jon/Martin background in this chapter

Rating: T

Warnings: Parental neglect, homophobia. The story starts out sad, but I do plan for warmer feelings in the later chapters.

Summary: Gerard opens the door of Pinhole Books the summer after his acquittal. Standing in front of him is his younger cousin asking if he can stay with him.

AO3: Link

Gerard almost didn’t get the door.

It wasn’t like he got any customers for the dingy old bookstore by appointment or otherwise. When there was a ring it meant the paparazzi or some busy body wanting to see ‘where it happened.’ He wanted to sell it, but his mother wouldn’t let him. It was tempting to burn the place down when she was weakened.

After the mistrial he had tried for normal as he had done in the past. It hadn’t lasted long. Didn’t help that people recognised him. He considered cutting his hair short and bleaching it, but the thought of it made him wince. He’d rather be miserable as himself rather than miserable as someone else.

The buzzer rung again. He sighed, but decided to shoo off whoever it was bothering him. Last time he had left it someone had tried climbing through the window not knowing they were already nailed shut.

He opened the door. His scowl switched to confusion.

He had grown a lot. He would still be one of the tallest boys in his class, he already overtook Gerry. The chubbiness hadn’t faded any and the freckles had multiplied. He was big, and if it wasn’t for his babyface he might be mistake for a full grown man, as it was Gerard recognised him as his thirteen year old cousin, Martin Blackwood.

“Why…” The answer was probably Gerard’s luck honesty. It had been… a very bad year. Not that he disliked Martin, but…

Well, whatever this was it was going to complicate his already complicated life, he could feel it.

Martin was trying very hard to smile, but there was a watery look to him. Brittle. He opened his mouth to speak, but inhaled suddenly, as if realizing he couldn’t bring himself to start the sentence.

Gerard frowned. “Martin?”

“I–” Martin’s voice cracked. “Could I maybe stay with you for a little while? I… I don’t have anywhere to…” He crumpled and quickly wiped tears from his eyes.

Oh shit.

Gerard looked wildly around. He couldn’t bring him upstairs. He couldn’t slam the door and say no, which was tempting only because if Martin thought he would find safe shelter here, he was very much mistaken.

“I…” Gerard said slowly. “You… you know about the…” He gestured. Surely his Aunt had told him. Not that she had kept in touch for more than the occasional Christmas card, especially in the last few years, but she had been pretty clear about him staying the fuck away from her. She rung him up the night he got out of prison.

Martin nodded miserable and hesitant. “I don’t–they wouldn’t have let you go if you had done it.” He offered weakly.

Gerard shrugged. Honestly they would have jailed him. He knew he didn’t do it and knew there wasn’t much of a chance of convincing anyone otherwise unless he wanted to show them his mother’s ghost. Martin’s uncertainty did hurt a little though.

“You must be desperate then…” Gerard sighed. He still had Martin on the doorway. He quickly glanced around. No one seemed to be watching, but that didn’t mean someone with a camera wasn’t around the corner. He relented and pulled back.

“Close the door behind you and lock it,” He told Martin.

“Y-Yes of course, thank you Gerard.”

“Don’t thank me yet, we need to talk about this.” Gerard led him up the stairs. He felt the usual claustrophobia of all the books stacked around him. He lead Martin to his room. It was the only place free of clutter and the stench of paper and the crawl of silverfish. He sat on his chair at his desk and Martin sat on his bed. Martin looked amazed in the way someone is amazed by a house fire. There was no way he could let him live here even if his mother wasn’t literally haunting him.

“So.” Gerard said. No use beating around the bush. “What happened? Why are you here?”

Martin bowed his head. He played with the hem of his shirt. “Do I… do I have to say, Gerard? I… Mum kicked me out and I … there’s no one else…”

“She kicked you out?” Gerard asked. His Aunt had never struck him as a warm woman. He had only spent a long length of time with her once, a summer vacation in Bournesmouth. She didn’t seem to be a particularly tolerant woman, but Martin did his best to be obedient. Only a kid but he was well behaved… maybe… maybe too well behaved…

Martin was nodding still playing with his hem, not meeting Gerard’s eyes.

Gerard almost asked what he did, but caught himself. He doubted it had anything to do with what Martin had done and more to do with the fact that she was a terrible woman.

Must run in the esteemed Von Closen line.

“What happened,” he asked instead. “I won’t hold any of it against you.”

“I… you can’t know that you won’t.”

“Martin I was suspected of murdering my own mother,” Gerard said bluntly. Maybe to shock Martin out of it. “There’s not a whole lot worse than that.”

“You didn’t do it though.” Martin said, more certain this time.

Gerard sighed. “Right, but I’ve had a lot of people hold things against me, so I’m not inclined to do that… especially not to family.” Not that family inspired anything in him really, Martin was probably the only exception.

“I’m … I…” Martin took a deep breath. “I’m gay.”

“Right.” Gerard couldn’t be less surprised by the revelation considering he facilitated Martin getting to spend time with his first summer crush. He felt a weird sort of emptiness though. Mary Keay wasn’t a good mother, but he had a cold comfort certainty she would never abandon him.

There was a long pause. Gerard shrugged.

“I… already knew,” He said thinking it might put Martin more at ease. Martin looked terrified.

“You can tell?” He squeaked.

“Oh–no. I mean… you and your friend that you played with that summer. Jack? Josh? You were obviously smitten.”

Martin’s cheeks heated. “Oh…” He said softly. “I… I never thought of it like that… but… yeah…” He looked down. “I guess it’s weird to want to marry a boy you just met.”

“It’s not weird,” Gerard said. He felt tired all of the sudden. He can only imagine what Martin’s Mother said to him before throwing him out of the house. “It’s just… love.” he shrugged. He didn’t really have any sort of experience with that sort of thing, but he knew it was stupid for people to get offended over it.

Martin still had an ashamed look on his face.

Gerard wasn’t sure how to comfort him. He had embraced a very alternative lifestyle at the age of eleven. Was used to sneers and jeers and assumptions about his personal life. Had the shit kicked out of him a few times for it. He had never slept with anyone to make either side of the argument true, but he considered beautiful people beautiful, and the idea of masculinity incomplete and shortsighted. Gay probably wasn’t quite what he was, but he was certainly queer. It had just… it hadn’t mattered. It wasn’t a worry, it was just… part of him. Like liking oranges and getting sunburned easily.

But for Martin this was probably the most afraid he had been in his life.

“You’re fine,” Gerard said. “Hey.”

Martin looked up.

“You’re fine,” He repeated.

Tears spilled down Martin’s face.

“Th–Thank you. Gerard.”

Gerard got up and sat beside him on the bed. He squeezed his shoulder awkwardly. Martin instantly pressed in quietly shaking on his shoulder. He gave his back a few pats, but let him cry it out. It was uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, but the kid needed it, and Gerard was emotionally distant for his own sake, but he wasn’t emotionally dead.

His crying subsided eventually.

“Why don’t you rest in here for a bit, I’ll get us some food. That alright?”

Martin nodded. “Y-yes. You really don’t mind me staying?”

Gerard knew he should kick him out. Give him to child services and let the government sort him out because keeping him here was a bad idea.

Maybe he was lonely… or maybe it was because he wanted to believe family did matter in the good ways. Maybe it was just Martin’s lost look. Whatever it was he nodded.

“Long as you like,” He told him.

Gerard left the room and headed upstairs to his mother’s old office. He dug around and found a plain brown box, packing tape, and a sharpy, as well as enough stampage. He stared at the book he had avoided touching knowing she might pop out at any moment.

“Right.” He inhaled slowly. Slipped the book into the box and wrapped it. Carefully wrote out the address of the Magnus Institute.

If anyone could hold her it was them.

He went out and threw the book in the post, then grabbed some curry and headed back. He opened the door and stepped on the junkmail. There was a letter among it all in familiar and precise handwriting. He dipped and picked it up, slipping it in his pocket. He knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Martin said. His voice sounded a lot stronger.

“So, it’s actually good timing if you don’t mind the work,” Gerard said as if Martin was just here to visit him. “I need to pack up and sell this place.”

“You’re moving?”

“Yeah,” Gerard nodded. There was a strange lift inside him saying it out loud. “I mean… we are…”

Martin nodded eagerly. “Right. I can help!”

“We don’t have to start right now, eat your curry.”

“In here?”

“The place is a disaster,” Gerard said. “I’m almost tempted to burn it all and save some time.”

Martin laughed. The first time he heard since he got here. Small and a bit timid, but there all the same.

He gave Martin his bedroom and made do on an old couch in a room Gerard couldn’t have put a name to. It was full of books like the rest. So more of the store. He remembered the letter and pulled it out. Neatly written in Jon’s handwriting:

Dear Gerry,

You haven’t written back since my last letter and I’ve lost patience with you which is why I’m writing now. If you’re trying to protect me, or think that I might think the worst of you for what I’ve read in the papers you’ll find yourself very much mistaken. All you’re doing is being stubborn and thickheaded.

I know that you didn’t kill your mother, and if you did, you probably had a good reason for it and she probably wouldn’t have been considered anyone’s mother anymore, so you need to write me back, or I’ll break the promise we made and come straight to this address and make you talk to me.

Gerry snorted at that. He’d like to see Jon try. He hadn’t seen the weedy boy in years, but he had the feeling he hadn’t grown all that much.

So. Write back to me. You said you would. I know whatever happened you did what you had to. And I’m sorry for your loss. I hope you’re okay.

Sincerely,

Jonathan Sims, Bournemouth

P. S. I think I’m right about the docks.

Gerard scowled at the post script. That little… he sighed. Two thirteen year old boys he had no business looking after. He shook his head.

The ending was nice. Through all of his bluster Jon was worried about him, but if he thought Gerard wouldn’t go down to Bornemouth and kick his arse for going anywhere near the docks after he had explicitly told him not to…

He got up and grabbed a pen and paper.

Jon,

Do. Not. Go. To. The. Docks.

I’ll look into it.

-Gerard

P.S. I’m fine.

He stared at the letter. He should go into it a bit more, but he was too tired for it. He put it in an envelope and addressed it, planning to send it the next day. For now he’d sleep. Try to figure out what to do with Martin.

#tma #the magnus archives #kids fic #gerard keay #martin blackwood #fanfiction #jonathan sims #i'm sorry I promise it'll get happier later on #elf-grunge

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Sciles | Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @childofsquidward & anonymous

It's a lot colder inside the ice rink than Stiles remembers. He can't even take his jacket off, and his fingers are practically numb trying to do up his skates. But he's not letting that stop him.

Well. Mostly. He's just warming up a bit before he actually skates, staying seated in the stands, eating a Reese's cup. For energy!

Of course, when he tries to use that on Scott, he just gives him a look and a smile.

"Come on," Scott says, holding out a hand. "Neither of us have skated since Sophomore year. We're both totally out of practice compared to everyone else here."

"Not inspiring much confidence, buddy."

Stiles glances out at their friends, already on the rink as Scott laughs. Allison and Kira gliding along, both laughing as they try and hold onto each other. Malia carefully edging along the side, a hand firmly gripping the barrier while Erica tries to be encouraging while laughing. Even Boyd and Isaac are doing their own thing on the ice. And Lydia and Jackson, skating along perfectly together. Doing little twirls and practically dancing—this isn't a competitive tv show!

But he'll admit… they do look happier than they have in a while. That breakup, moving away, being with other people for a while thing then reuniting really seemed to help.

"I meant that it'll be fine, because we're both… not great at it," Scott says.

Stiles glances from their friends to Scott, to the hand he still has held out to him.

"Fine," he groans, with a theatrical roll of his eyes, taking his hand. Because actually, he doesn't mind. Especially when Scott's holding his hand, lacing their fingers together.

He allows Scott to pull him up off the bench and stumble their way to the ice.

"But if we fall and I break something—" Stiles starts.

"I will carry you to the hospital," Scott says, his smile widening.

"Promise?"

"I absolutely, one-hundred-percent give you my word," Scott promises, stepping closer. "I'll even do it bridal style if you want."

"No, seriously, because my jeep broke down from the cold when we got here and I don't even know how we're getting home, you'd need to carry me," Stiles says.

Scott laughs, rolling his eyes. But he's nodding and saying, "We'll take a look at the jeep later, but yeah, I promise."

"Then lead me to the death trap!" Stiles says.

"You" —Scott leans forward, lips inches from Stiles, pressing a kiss to them with a barely contained smile— "are the biggest dork."

"And you only enable me with your love," Stiles quips back, quickly stealing another kiss.

Scott just shakes his head, his smile making his eyes crinkle slightly. The look he gives him has been the same for the fifteen years they've known each other, not once changed from when they were four. And yet somehow it still never fails to bring a fluttering warmth to Stiles' chest.

He thought that he would become more immune after the first couple months of being together, but if anything he's just softened to it more. And to Scott.

"Come on," he says, pulling himself of his daze with a gentle nudge to Scott's shoulder and a tug of his hand.

"Before we start to annoy all of our friends?" Scott asks, grinning as he complies and allows Stiles to guide him onto the ice.

"Oh, no, we've been annoying them since the day we met," Stiles replies, turning slightly to face Scott, taking the other hand he holds out to him to keep them both balanced. "We are sickeningly in love and they knew before we did."

"I can't disagree with that one," Scott says, and he looks utterly delighted about it.

Stiles misjudges his control and nearly flies backwards when he goes to move his foot a little too far. Fortunately, supernaturally quick reflexes on Scott's part keeps him upright. Except he's also fumbling to keep himself steady, and they're both yelping as they go down.

So, falling on ice hurts. Quite a bit.

"Okay, we're definitely not good at this," Scott groans, and Stiles grunts in agreement.

There is most definitely laughter coming fron somewhere, as well as a few concerned people asking, "oh god, are you okay?"

But after a beat, the laughter takes over in all of them, espscially when there's another yelp from across the rink, followed by, "I'm sorry! I was distracted, I thought you were holding on!"

Scott and Stiles push themselves up into sitting positions, still trying to catch breath from the fall and the laughter that hasn't quite died down yet.

"Why did we think ice skating was a good idea?" Stiles asks.

"Because it's Christmas Eve and Boyd had the keys?" Scott says, shrugging. He's laughing even as he winces and rubs the back of his head. "It's fun!"

"Yeah, breaking your limbs is fun," Stiles says drily. But he's already got an urge to get back up and do it again. Without the falling part.

"Rematch?" Scott suggests.

Stiles turns his head to look at him, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, this is a competition now, is it? What happened to being on my team?"

"I'm always technically on your team," Scott says, then shrugs, his grin widening. "But wouldn't this be more fun?"

Stiles considers it for a moment. Then he nods, holding out his hand.

"All right, a competition it is then," he says.

There's a muttered, "oh no" from close by. He ignores it as Scott happily takes his hand and they manage to stumble back to their feet. And then it's every person for themselves on the ice (aside from Boyd and Lydia, who are smart enough to stand to the side to avoid being plowed over).

Their competition turns into all of them screaming at each other to help them stay upright, or for trying to knock them over. Fortunately, and miraculously, the night does not end in any broken bones or dislocated limbs. Just a few scrapes here and there.

And a jeep that refuses to start back up. Everyone tries to chip in and help fix it, some googling what could be wrong with it while Scott and Stiles mess around with the engine and some wires they probably should be leaving alone.

But when they're taking a break from trying to fix it, and they're just joking around in the snow, Scott and Stiles sitting on the roof of the jeep, just staring up at the stars, it all feels worth it. Especially when the jeeps lights suddenly flash to life after an hour and the engine starts up on its own. Maybe it just wanted the night to last a little longer, like they all did.

#teen wolf #twedit #twrarepair #sciles #mccallinski #scott x stiles #stiles x scott #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #twelve days of rarepairs #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#I know that the ficlet isn't the Best but I really wanted to get this up today!!#I hope you like it!!#childofsquidward

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Vhenan as a Companion

What's up folks I have dragon age brain rot again let's GO

(Templates used were made by dextronoms. They can be found here and here.)

Inquisitor Name: Vhenan Lavellan

Alternate Name?: Vhenan; no last name

Race, Class, & Specialization: Elf, Archer/Artificer

Varric’s Nickname for them: Lover boy (undecided)

Default Tarot Card: Two of Wands

How they are recruited: He is found in the Hinterlands, camped behind the waterfall on the Western Road; only available after Templars to the West is completed.

If recruited while the Inquisitor is in Haven, the first time talking to him (found near Varric’s campfire) instigates a cutscene wherein Varric is asking him what he hopes to gain by joining the Inquisition, personally. (Varric: "Come on, lover boy, everyone's got a personal stake in this. Me? I just want to see how this story ends...") Vhen uses the Inquisitor's approach as a distraction to end the interaction with Varric.

If recruited after the Inquisitor has moved to Skyhold, his first interaction cutscene finds him offering his help to Skyhold's new quartermaster.

If the Inquisitor has interrogated the quartermaster about his credentials, Vhen will add: "It isn't that I don't think you're qualified, I just want to help... in the only way I know how."

The Inquisitor can ask him why he’s offering aid to the quartermaster, and Vhen will admit that he was apprenticed to his clan’s craftsman. He had hoped to take their place one day.

Where they are in Skyhold: When the Inquisitor first arrives at Skyhold he is found at the base of the stairs next to the tavern. If the Inquisitor upgrades Skyhold with a training area, he is found leaning on the fence observing (if the Inquisitor does not, he is found in the farthest corner of the courtyard, past the stables).

Things they Generally Approve of: Sympathy for mages and elves; small acts of kindness (such as taking the elven widower's flowers to his wife's grave); humorous replies; attempts to avoid violence through compromise.

Things they Generally Disapprove of: Turning away any companion recruited after his own recruitment; leaving Hawke in the fade; Inquisitors that agree with the claims that they're the Maker's chosen; sentencing mages to tranquility. Attacking the ancient elves causes major disapproval.

Mages, Templars, Other?: Does not seem to have a strong stance in either direction. Moderate approval gained regardless of which side the Inquisitor picks.

If prodded prior to locking in a choice he responds with: "I'm a craftsman, not a Keeper, I don't know the first thing about magic." "Between you and me, Inquisitor, I... Nevermind." "This is a hard choice to make. I'm glad I'm not the one who has to make it." “I’ll stand by whatever decision you make, Inquisitor, just make it soon…”

Friends in the Inquisition: Keeps to himself mostly, but occasionally is found in the company of Dorian in the tower, seeking discussion of a book they’ve read. A missable cutscene wherein he can be found outside Cullen’s office. When spoken to, Vhen will tell the Inquisitor he wants to talk to the knight-captain but expresses belief that Cullen probably hates him and leaves. Asks Solas periodically about his knowledge of elves and the fade. Leaves after Solas expresses interest in his interest. (If Hawke is a rogue) found on the battlements with them, shyly asking them for fighting tips. (If Hawke is not a rogue, he instead asks what the Free Marches are like.)

Once in a while Vhen will “disappear” from Skyhold. If the Inquisitor scours the castle, he will be found in the dusty library beneath the castle, where he gives only distracted responses.

Romanceable?: open to all races/gender. Flirting options available from the start, answered by flustered, dismissive responses. Continuation available as completion of side quest progresses; further availability determined by outcome of second companion quest. Implied to be potentially romanced by other characters.

Small side mission: “Helping Hunters”. Vhen requests the Inquisitor’s help in seeking out lost dalish hunters last seen in the area. (One group in the Hinterlands, one on the Storm Coast, one in Crestwood). Becomes available after Crestwood is unlocked.

Companion quest: “Things Better Left Unsaid”. Becomes available after What Pride Had Wrought, if Helping Hunters has been completed. Vhen has a personal matter he needs to discuss with the Inquisitor in private. Transitions to a cutscene in the hall outside the Inquisitor's quarters. Vhen claims that he has arranged to meet a member of another Dalish clan with news about his own, but would like the Inquisitor’s company. If the Inquisitor presses, he promises he will tell them the details only after they help. He asks them to trust him.

Should the Inquisitor refuse, he clams up and leaves, and the conversation and quest ends. Any prior flags are cleared and he is no longer available to be romanced.

If the Inquisitor was romancing Vhen, he ends the conversation by saying "this isn't going to work. I'm sorry. I… forget it."

If the Inquisitor agrees, but inquires further, Vhen gives evasive answers, again promising to tell them later.

After the quest is completed (a one-time-area visitation and cutscene where Vhen speaks with the aforementioned Dalish before exchanging coins for an unseen item), Vhen admits that this wasn't an update on his clan. He has been hiding his budding magic and has bought an amulet that he believes is going to help.

If Solas is present, he makes a noise of interest, but otherwise does not comment.

If Dorian is present, he lets out an uncomfortable laugh. “Is he serious? He’s, oh…”

If Vivienne is present, she sympathetically remarks "oh you foolish thing."

Option 1: If the Inquisitor responds sympathetically (>Be honest with me: "You don't have to hide who you really are. Least of all from me.") Vhen will promise not to keep it a secret anymore, because the Inquisitor has made him feel like his magic isn't something he should hide anymore (but expresses that he still fears it, and uncertainty that such will ever change). An option becomes available to change his class, and he is more often found in the company of one of the other mages, asking questions. If the Inquisitor was romancing him, it can now be completed.

Option 2: The Inquisitor responds neutrally (>It's your life. "I can't tell you how to live your life. Just promise you know what you're doing with it.") Vhen responds favorably. It's still a relatively new problem for him but he's confident that it'll all be fine. After expressing a fear of his magic and what it might do to him, he puts on the amulet and smiles, assuring the Inquisitor nothing will change. The amulet is equipped and his class/spec do not change. If the Inquisitor was romancing him the romance can now be completed.

Option 3: If the Inquisitor responds disapprovingly (>I don't like secrets: "Anything else I should know? This is huge. Don't lie to me anymore." Vhen will respond defensively, telling the Inquisitor he's afraid of his magic, of what it will do to him, what he could do to others. He swears it won't be a problem, and that nothing will change. The conversation ends. The amulet is equipped by default and there is no option to change his class. Any prior romance flags are cleared and he can no longer be romanced.

If the Inquisitor had begun a romance path with Vhen, it and the cutscene ends with an added remark of: "Not everything, anyway. ...I'm sorry." He will not speak to the Inquisitor again until after The Final PIece is completed. ("Not now Inquisitor... please.") He will now only be found on the battlements beside Cullen’s office or in the library.

Tarot card change

Option 1: Six of Wands (he embraces his magic/the Inquisitor responded neutrally)

Option 2: Eight of Cups (he suppresses his magic/the Inquisitor refused to help)

Option 3: Nine of Cups (Romanced)

Banter:

Cole’s reflection on their thoughts:

(general) "A frown of disapproval, not at him, no, but he feels the weight of it, heavy on his shoulders. He’ll find comfort in dusty books tonight."

(before Things Better Left Unsaid) “He holds it inside himself. His chest aches with the burden of it all. I can’t tell them. I can’t let them know. No one can know." “Cole…?” (if the Inquisitor is a mage) “They would understand. They could help you. “No one can help me…” (if the Inquisitor is not a mage) “They can’t help you if they don’t know.” “No one can know.”

(after personal quest, the Inquisitor disapproved) “It hurts to breathe. He can’t meet their eyes. He shouldn’t be here. Anywhere but here. But there’s nowhere left to go.” “Stop it.”

(after personal quest, the Inquisitor was kind) “He’s so happy he could cry. The burden is no longer his alone to carry.” “(laughing) Who needs a journal when you have Cole?”

(after personal quest, Inquisitor was neutral) "It still hurts, but it's a good hurt. It isn't a secret anymore. He's going to be okay."

(if Vhen is unromanced) “He likes the feel of the wood under his fingertips, the taut pull of a string, the twang of an arrow. He wonders what another hand over his would feel like.”

(if the Inquisitor is romancing him) “Fingers firm around his wrist. Warm breath on his cheek. A laugh in his ear. He’s never been happier.”

(if another character romances Vhen) “Fingers firm around his wrist. Warm breath on his cheek. A laugh in his ear. These moments are stolen, but he’d never give this up.”

Comment(s) on Mages:

(after fighting apostates in the Witchwood) “What were they thinking?”

(after visiting Redcliffe) “Desperate people will do desperate things... Can’t say I blame them.”

(after recruiting the Mages) “Fiona seems… I don’t know. Lonely. Do you think I should talk to her? Or do you think that would annoy her?”

(in the future that wasn't) "Inquisitor? Inquisitor! You came back for me! I don't care if you're a demon or a fake. Please. Just get me out of here."

Comment(s) on Templars:

(after being recruited) “There were Templars camped not far from me. They seemed rattled. Are all Templars like that?”

(during champions of the just) “We don’t have Templars among the Dalish… Can you still be a templar without mages to guard?”

(after recruiting the Templars) “I thought Cullen was the good sort. I think it’s actually Barris. He’s nice. He seems sad, though.”

When looking for something:

“Oh! I think I found something.”

“There’s something there…”

“Look here.”

When finding a campsite:

“Good a place as any.”

“Can we make camp here?”

“I miss the Aravels…”

When the Inquisitor Falls:

“Inquisitor!!”

“Man/woman down! Man/woman down!”

“Get up! Please get up!”

When they are low on Health:

“I don’t feel too good.”

“(swears in Elven)”

“Inquisitor, help!”

When they see a Dragon:

“Oh that’s… that’s big.”

“I don’t want to fight that. Tell me we’re not going to fight that.”

(If The Iron Bull is in the party) “(groan) We’re going to fight that, aren’t we?”

When during their small side quest:

“Now I know what you’re thinking. Those silly elves, lost in their forests…”

“We’ve got their trail. Not far now, I reckon.”

“(if the Inquisitor is an elf) Once we’re done here, Inquisitor… I was thinking we could have my friends send word to yours. You know. Just to let them know how you’re doing. Just a thought…”

“(if the Inquisitor is human) You don’t know how much this means to me that you’re helping. Thank you.”

Default saying: (greeting the Inquisitor)

(general) “Oh, hey Inquisitor. I was just thinking… Nevermind. What do you need?”

(if Qunari) “Have you and The Iron Bull compared heights yet? (if Adaar is male) Actually… nevermind.”

(if Dalish) “Do you ever get homesick?”

(if human, approval high) “You’re a lot nicer than most humans I’ve met.”

(if human, approval low) “You’re a terrible example of humans, you know…”

(if approval is very low, any race) “(irritated) What?”

(if romanced) “I was just thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you, actually.”

(if romanced) “(obvious delight) My favorite person.”

(if romanced by someone else): “...don’t even know their favorite color… huh? Hey, Inquisitor.”

Travel Banter with Canon Companions:

Dorian: You should really take me up on my offer. Vhen: I am not letting you dress me up, Dorian. Dorian: At least let me replace that ratty scarf of yours. Vhen: Ratty…? You take that back!

Solas: Are you aware of what your name means? Vhen: Huh? Solas: 'Vhenan'. It is Elven for 'heart' or 'love'. Someone must have loved you to give you such a name." Vhen: Hmm.

(If Sera is present) Vhen: Hey, Solas? Solas: Yes, Vhenan? Sera: (snickers) Solas: (pause)... I see. Sera: Blackwall owes me two silver!

(if romanced by the Inquisitor) Varric: You’re staring again. Vhen: You’re staring too if you noticed. Varric: You won’t even deny it? Vhen: (morosely) I can’t help it! He/She’s right there!

(if romanced by someone other than the inquisitor) Sera: Saw you two kissing again. Vhen: Shut up. Sera: (cackles) You shut up.

(if Vhen chose to repress his magic) Vhen: Stop it. Vivienne: Hm? Stop what? Vhen: Staring at me. Judging me. Stop it. Vivienne: (aloof) I don’t know what you’re talking about. Vhen: (inaudible grumbling)

(if Vhen chose to embrace his magic) Cole: He doesn’t hate you, you know. Vhen: You know that for sure, do you? Cole: You make him nervous. He doesn’t like things that make him nervous. Vhen: Dislike is the opposite of like, and is much closer to hate than you think.

Cassandra: Elf— Vhenan. Tell me. What were you doing alone in the Hinterlands? I thought elves travel in packs. Vhen: Clans. My clan avoids humans as much as possible. The Inquisition is made up of a lot of humans. Cassandra: And so they let you go alone. Vhen: I just want to help. Is that so wrong? Cassandra: No. It is brave.

Leaving the Inquisition: (if approval is very low, and the Inquisitor killed the ancient elves): “I put up with a lot, Inquisitor, but you’ve gone too far. (if the Inquisitor is human) I shouldn’t be surprised though. You really are just a … a shem. (if the Inquisitor is an Elf) They were our people! Centuries may separate us from them but they were still elves. How could you?! (If the Inquisitor is Qunari or a Dwarf) I wouldn’t expect someone like you to understand, though.”

#inquisitor as a companion #dragon age #vhenan lavellan

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years

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The Road So Far (pt. 3)

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: You and your brothers train a group of gang members the best you can in a short amount of time. Will it pay off?

Riverdale + Supernatural Crossover

Word Count: 2482

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2

After school you and your brothers waited in your motel for Sweet Pea to text you. "This is a bad idea." Dean stated.

"You don't know that." You argued.

"Oh, I do. We shouldn't involve other people in hunter's business."

"This isn't a normal town, Dean. This town is different."

"Different my ass. Don't get too attached. We'll be back on the road, heading to some other town that needs saving."

Your emotions got the better of you, and you opened your mouth to say something that you'd been keeping to yourself for a long time. "What's so wrong with being attached? What's so wrong with belonging to someplace? Why can't I belong anywhere?"

He fell silent. "I need some space." He mumbled before grabbing his keys and leaving.

You felt tears welling up. Emotions that you've been suppressing came bubbling to the surface. You turned to Sam. "I shouldn't have said that! I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha..." You trailed off, tears threatening to spill.

He pulled you in for a hug. "No, it's okay. You shouldn't have to apologize."

"Yes I do." You sniffed. "I'm a hunter. I shouldn't think like that."

"You don't have to be a hunter if you don't want to. We never gave you a choice."

"I do like being a hunter. I like being able to save people. But always being on the move. It's tiring, and I want someplace to get to always have. No matter what happens, I'll still have a home to go to. Like Bobby's, before everything happened."

"I get that." He offered you a smile. "I'll talk to Dean about it."

You shook your head. "I don't know Sam. Dean seems to shut down whatever I say."

Sam didn't know what to say. "You should take a quick shower. It'll make you feel better."

When you got out of the shower and dried your hair, you opened the bathroom door to see Dean. "Look kiddo, we need to talk–" he was cut off by the knocking on the door.

"I'll get it!" You said eagerly, not wanting to start that conversation.

It was Jughead and his dad. "Come with us." You all followed them to the Whyte Wyrm, where about thirty Serpents and Archie were inside. "These are who were open to the idea." Jughead explained.

You noticed that some of them were eyeing Archie. "You told gingy #1?"

"I can help." He said. "I want to help."

You shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Teens, you're with me. The rest of you are with Sam and Dean."

The ten teenagers followed you, while Sam and Dean split up the rest. You showed them how to load a gun, as well as turn the safety on and off. You then showed them how to fire, with targets being stapled to trees. "Okay guys, your turn. I'm trusting you with my guns, so don't be dumbasses. Please."

They were mostly bad. The best one was, surprisingly, Archie. Apparently this wasn't the first time he's dealt with a gun before. You looked back at Sweet Pea, who was barely hitting the target. You watched as he closed one eye and shot again.

"Y'know," you said as you walked up to him. "If you want to hit the target, you should try looking at it with both eyes. Maybe you'll see twice as good."

He looked at you, heat spreading across his face. You were smiling at him, not an amused smile but a gentle one. "It's not like it's just me."

"I know. The only one who seems decent is Archiekins."

Your smile faded as you saw the look of anger on his face. He looked down. "He's not as amazing as everybody makes him."

"Of course not." You brought your hand to his cheek so he could look at you. "He couldn't measure up to you, of course. He wouldn't tell it how it is. He wouldn't give me some of his stuff so that he would have to see me again. He wouldn't be so sweet even when I'm going to leave. You're my hero, remember?"

He looked at your lips before leaning towards you. Just before your lips were going to touch, Dean clasped both of your shoulders, slightly pushing you away. "You should move on teaching different weapons now."

Later on Sam and Dean were eating together while taking a break in teaching the others how to fight an army of werewolves. Dean looked over to you, who was eating and laughing together with Sweet Pea. "We need to break them apart." He stated.

"Dean, it's not like they're dating." Sam looked annoyed as he listened to his brother complain again about the two teenagers. "And either way she won't listen to you."

Dean thought for a moment. "No, but she might listen to someone else." He took out his phone and looked at a certain contact, sighing.

"Dean, no. There's no reason for Crowley to get into her business."

"It's for the case." Dean tried to urge.

He scoffed. "Yeah, if the case is killing Sweet Pea."

Dean ignored his brother and pressed the call button. Dean then proceeded to tell Crowley about the boy you were getting carelessly close to. After he was done talking, he heard silence. "Hello? Crowley, you there?"

"Hello boys." The brothers turned to see a familiar demon with a bag in his hand. "Where's the girl, I want to give her a gift."

"Damnit Crowley." Dean said. "How many times do I have have to tell you to stop spoiling her?"

"Oh, you big, lumbering piles of flannel, you need to learn that there's nothing wrong with a bit of pampering here and there." He then spotted you with Sweet Pea, Jughead and Archie. "Ah, here we are."

You were talking to your friends, but your voice died off as your attention was brought to the demon heading towards you. "Crowley?"

"Hello darling." You hopped off of the bench you were on with a big smile on your face. You gave him a hug, and he patted your head in response. "Here you are, love. Just a little something I feel you deserve."

It was a necklace with an expensive looking jewel attached to it. "I love it! So, how's hell?"

"The demons are dreadfully annoying, darling. I'm glad you gave me an excuse to get away from them for a bit."

"Demons?" Jughead said. "Are you a demon?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Not just any demon, the king! The king of hell!" He then took a step closer, showing his red eyes. "What's your name boy?"

"Crowley." You said in a warning tone.

Jughead backed up a bit, saying his name. He then looked at Archie. "And you?" Archie gave his name as well. Crowley then turned to the boy sitting next to you. "Ah, so you must be Sweet Pea."

"Crowley!" He snapped his head to you. "Stop. I don't know what Dean told you, but leave him alone." He continued to stare at you. "Please. For me. Your favorite human, remember?"

He looked back at Sweet Pea. "This isn't over."

He then walked away from a Sweet Pea was looked like he was two words away from shitting himself. "I'm so sorry, he shouldn't have done that to either one of you, and–"

"He won't kill us, right?" Jughead asked, still eyeing Crowley.

"No! I won't let him, I promise."

"What if he doesn't listen to you?" Sweet Pea quietly asked.

You reached out to hold his hand. "No, Sweets–"

Sweet Pea unconsciously backed up. He realized what he did from the hurt look on your face. "Y/n I'm sorry–"

"No, it's okay." You put on a weak smile. "I'm gonna go be alone for a bit." He tried to grab your wrist but you were quicker, and quickly walked away.

While Dean and Crowley were arguing with Sweet Pea, Jughead and Archie, blaming them for whatever reason you left, Sam slipped away to follow you. He found you sitting on a boulder by Sweet Water River, watching the rapid stream. "Hey tiny. You want to talk about it?"

"Why can't I be happy?" You quietly asked, eyes not leaving the river.

Sam hesitated. "You can–"

"No I can't. Dean shoots down anything related to stability, which is something that makes me feel at ease. I get scolded for making friends, who make me feel like I'm not some freak. Now the first outside person to accept all of me is getting threatened by the people in my life, even though he makes me happier than I've been in a long time. How come I don't deserve to be happy?"

This made Sam's chest tighten with sadness for you. They weren't giving you a choice, just like your dad did to them. They just wanted to be there to see you grow up, to protect you from the dangers of the world. Sam thought it would be better if he gave you more freedom, but that wasn't good enough.

He put an arm around your shoulder, and you rested your head on his chest, enjoying the peaceful silence. When you were ready to return you two found Sweet Pea running around, looking for you. He found you, and Sam decided to give you two some space.

"Y/n," he panted. "We need to talk. I'm so sorry–"

You shook your head and put your hands on his cheeks, silencing him. You then took off the dog tag you were wearing, bringing it out to him. "You shouldn't have to work so hard for someone like me. You deserve better than that."

He stared at the dog tag, and shook his head. "What if I want to work hard for someone like you? Maybe that's what you deserve."

He paused before taking the dog tag and putting it on. He then brought his pocket knife out and put it in your front flannel pocket. "Pea." You couldn't help the small smile forming.

"I really like that pocket knife, so I'll definitely be back for that." He smiled at you.

"Why me?"

"Because you've had it worse than any of us, but you still manage to show your pretty smile. You say what you think is important. With you, I'm not a person from the Southside. I'm just me." He then went down and kissed your cheek. "I want to take this slow to savor it. Is that okay with you?" Ghosting your hand over your cheek, you nodded, somewhat in a daze. He then took your hand, interlocking fingers. "You ready to go back?" You smiled and nodded.

Later on, people were relaxing at the Whyte Wyrm. You looked over to Crowley, who was talking to Jughead and Betty, answering their questions with annoyance. You then watched people play pool. You then turned to Sam. "Feel like making some money?"

"I bet I'll get more." He said, full of pep.

"You're on." You then saw someone finish up a game of pool, walking up to them. "Wow, that looks fun! I've never played before, but I bet I'd like it." You pretended to stumble a bit, fake giggling.

"I don't mind teaching ya, babe." This caught Sweet Pea's ear. He didn't see you drink anything, so why were you acting like this, as well as letting that man talk to you like that?

You bounced up and down, giggling. "Yay! You know what would make it even more fun? It we bet money on it! I get to learn how to play pool, and you could make some money!"

The man smirked you got yourself a deal. $80." He took out a stack of money, and you didn't too. Sweet Pea was caught off guard with that. How did you have so much money on you? You ended up winning fairly quickly.

"Yay! That was fun!" The man grumbled. "Aw, don't be like that. I bet it was beginners luck. How bout this, double or nothing?" So you played again and won. You put the money in your pocket, ignoring the man's curses. "Dude, a bet's a bet. I won, fair and square." You then went to Sam, confident. "$160. You?"

"$210."

"Damn." The two of you laughed, and Sweet Pea watched in awe of you Winchesters that you were all able to make money so easily.

You then looked over to Dean, who was with a woman. He then mentioned having a motel room, and with that the two of them left. Sam sighed. "Dean."

"Gross." You grumbled. "Sleeping in Baby it is."

"You could sleep at my place." Sweet Pea offered. You two stared at him. "I have a bed sofa, and a chair couch. It'll be fine."

Sam nodded his head. "That's very nice of you. Let's go then."

As the three of you were driving to Sweet Pea's trailer, you look out a chest from under the seats, and opened it. It had photographs, as well as jewelery. You put Crowley's necklace in there with ease. "I didn't know you were into that stuff."

You shook your head. "I'm not, but it's nice have I'm even getting gifts. It's the thought that counts."

Sweet Pea offered the bed to you, while Sam slept on the couch bed and Sweet Pea slept on the couch chair. You only problem was your nightmares. They happened mainly when you were alone at night, or some bad memories were brought up to the surface.

You shot up from your very realistic evil dream. You quietly went out of the room, and was about to wake up Sam when you looked over at Sweet Pea. He looked so gently, not to mention uncomfortable, so you gently shook him. "Sweets." You whispered.

He gave out a groan. "What's wrong?" He asked, groggily.

"I had a nightmare. Could you lay back down with me?" He hesitated. "Please? I feel more calm with you."

He got up, and remembered that you were only wearing one of his shirts, like he offered. You both laid down, and you snuggled into his chest as you tangled your limbs. He out one arm around you as the second one was in your hair as he buried his face in it. You both then dozed off.

When Sam woke up, he didn't see Sweet Pea on the sofa chair. He went into his bedroom, and saw the two of you snuggled up together. He had noticed that Sweet Pea was out of the covers while you were under them. He smiled. Sweet Pea didn't want Sam to get mad, so he untangled himself from you while you were sleeping, but stayed with you.

Sam loudly knocked on the door, waking both of you up. He stood there as you both began to stir awake. As soon as Sweet Pea realized that your big brother was standing there, he immediately jumped away from you. "It's not what it looks like."

Sam nodded. "She gets nightmares and doesn't like being alone. I get it." You sat up with a lazy smile, causing Sweet Pea to smile. "C'mon. Today's our last day of training."

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The Coffee Shop: Part Four: Part One

Summary: Bucky is a retired military veteran suffering from PTSD. He meets Avelyn, a headstrong entrepreneur, one day at her cafe with Steve and then everything changes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black! OC

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: None

A/N: This is just a brief little fluffy filler which is half of the original chapter 4 that I couldn't finish because I just finished school exams and I'm probably going back to school just now despite Covid-19 so I haven't had much time to write. The next half of chapter 4 should be up in a week hopefully and it'll be a whole lot more interesting than this

PREVIOUS PART

Later that evening, an hour before closing, while Avelyn was taking a nap, she heard the bell for the shop go off and a knock at the door because she wasn't stupid to leave the door open. It was New York after all, she'd get robbed or worse kidnapped, not like her mother would mind if it happened.

"I'm coming." She yelled walking towards it. As she unlocked the door, a familiar figure bounded inside. "Were you sleeping on the job?" Morgan said.

Avelyn shrugged, "I'm my own boss. Why are you here?"

"I said I'd pick you up." Morgan stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah at nine. Its five."

"Well its nine somewhere, plus I remembered that I can't trust you to get ready on your own." Morgan wasn't lying, if left up to her, she'd go to the club in a pair of jeans. She was really over her socialite days but Morgan didn't exactly care, if Avelyn was going out with her, she'd look damn good.

Avelyn was grateful to have a best friend that cared about her wellbeing as much as Morgan did but at the same time, it did get a little frustrating and tiring because Morgan was pretty high maintenance at times.

"Fine, just lemme close up."

"Oh, so this is what it looks like when it's open, could've fooled me."

Avelyn rolled her eyes, "You're lucky I love you." As she moved behind the counter to organize her stuff, Morgan took a seat at the same stool Bucky was on earlier.

"So what are we gonna do about lover boy?"

Avelyn's eyes widened in panic, there was no way in hell she was letting Morgan get involved. She'd scare the boy off because the Starks weren't exactly known for being the most subtle people ever.

"There's no we in this Morgs unless you're speaking French."

Morgan glared at her, "Avelyn, you gotta stop shutting me out like this. All I ever do is try to help you and you just push me away. You've gotten away with the excuse of being busy with the shop for too long now, when the truth is, you're just like Bucky, everytime someone tries to care for you, you push them away and I'm getting tired of it."

As much as it stung to hear, Avelyn knew what Morgan was the truth. She felt like a hypocrite really, judging Bucky for the same thing she'd been doing for over a year.

Avelyn sighed, "I'm sorry Morgan. You're right, I shouldn't push you away like that. It's just hard with everything that's happened."

"Lynn, we've been friends for almost our entire lives. I know you better than you know you, it shouldn't be hard. Instead of making excuses, take accountability."

"I hate it when you're right." Avelyn said. Morgan rolled her eyes, "Ever since we met, I've always been right."

Avelyn thought back to the day when she first met Morgan.

It was the first day at her new kindergarten and Avelyn was incredibly nervous to be going to a new school. At school, she was called up to the front of the class by her teacher Ms. Birch to introduce herself.

"Hi, I'm Avelyn." That's all she could manage to get out in front the class. Ms. Birch had smiled gently at her and pointed to the only free seat, a red chair next to a pretty brown haired girl, "Go sit by Morgan."

Avelyn clutched her yellow backpack to her chest and reluctantly took the seat next to Morgan.

Morgan had smiled widely at her, "You were scared, weren't you?"

Avelyn nodded. Morgan was surprisingly articulate for her age but you couldn't expect less from the daughter of one of the smartest men in the world

"You don't speak much, do you?" Morgan asked.

Avelyn nodded again. To her, Morgan was intimidating, she was bold enough to start a conversation with someone she didn't even know. Oh, how she wished she could be like her.

"Well I talk enough for the both of us." She said, extending her hand, "I'm Morgan Stark and you are?"

"Avelyn Forsythe." Avelyn shyly took her hand and shook it.

"I think you and I are going to be great friends Avelyn Forsythe."

After that day, Avelyn and Morgan were practically inseparable. Her mother had been excited when she found out that Avelyn had made a friend, until she found out whose daughter Morgan was.

When she did, she tried everything to break up the friendship but the bond formed that day was inseparable and while Ava wasn't pleased, she ignored the friendship and avoided all unnecessary interaction with Morgan and after several very uncomfortable encounters at her house, Avelyn decided that it'd be best if she went to the Starks instead of letting Morgan come over.

Tony and Pepper, on the contrary were excited that Morgan had made a friend, because most of the other children were scared of her. Morgan had a tough shell but underneath that exterior, she was a total softie but most people didn't stick around long enough to find that out but Avelyn did and over the years, the Starks began to regard Avelyn as their own child, even letting her call them mom and dad.

When her own parents weren't there for her, Tony and Pepper were. For every fight with her parents and school dance, for her first date, boyfriend and heartbreak, for every birthday and Christmas, for every single event in her life, the Starks were there. Ava and Adam might have been her biological parents but Tony and Pepper were the ones who raised her into the woman she was.

"You're thinking about it too aren't you?" Morgan asked.

"About what?"

"The day we first met."

Avelyn had to admit that Morgan's sense of perception was annoyingly uncanny, "Yeah, I am. How'd you know?"

"Because I was thinking about it too." Morgan's voice was wistful and longing and in that moment, the air was thick with nostalgia. The memories of childhood innocence and naivete, of the happier days before the heartbreak and pain swirling around them and for the first time in a while, the coffee shop didn't seem so gray.

It was like the cloud of hopelessness and broken dreams surrounding the place had been lifted and Avelyn felt something in her chest, that hadn't been there in a while: the joy and hope she'd had the day she'd signed on the line to buy the shop.

The moment left as quickly as it came but Avelyn knew that something had changed.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled at Morgan, "Let's get out of here, we got a club that's calling our name."

"Now, that's the spirit Lynn." Morgan clapped her hands excitedly.

When Avelyn stepped around the counter, Morgan wrapped her hand in hers and began pulling her towards the door and despite all the craziness of the world, right then and there, it was like she and Morgan, were just two little kids running hand in hand on the playground, like they used to years ago.

"Thank you."

"Always."

When Morgan parked the Porsche in her driveway, Avelyn had never been more happy to get the hell out of a car. Morgan, just like her father drove like a maniac, she was pretty sure they'd committed at least fifteen driving offenses. The fact that they hadn't been pulled over was nothing short of a miracle.

"Now I remember why I don't get into cars with you." Avelyn gasped clutching her hand to her chest.

"Don't be such a baby Lynnie." Morgan rolled her eyes.

"I'm not a baby Morgs, you're just crazy."

Too caught up in their argument, they didn't even realise that Tony was walking towards them.

"Well, I see my car made it back in one piece."

Morgan shrugged, "I learnt to drive from you daddy."

"Which is exactly why I'm scared. Avelyn looks like you nearly killed her." Tony said taking in Avelyn's shaking form.

"Dad, I'm telling you she's a psychopath." Avelyn wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Tony smiled as he held her, "I missed you around here kiddo."

"I missed you guys too." In Tony's familiar arms, she felt at ease.

"Then maybe you should come round more often, you've always been my favorite child." Tony teased.

"Hey!" Morgan objected.

"I'm just joking Morgan, I love you both equally. Now why don't you kids run in and see your mom."

Walking into the Stark mansion was like coming home. The walls were covered in pictures of Tony, Pepper, Morgan and her, unlike her house where if you didn't know that Forsythes had a fifth child, no one would know about Avelyn.

As they walked towards the stairs, they heard the familiar clack of heels on the marble tiles and turned to see Pepper running towards them.

"Lynnie it's so good to see you again, I've missed you." Pepper squealed pulling Avelyn into a hug.

"I missed you too mom."

"How's the shop going?"

"Its honestly a mess." Morgan piped up. Avelyn turned and glared at her. Morgan shrugged innocently, "I'm just being honest."

"I wish you'd let us help you. We're more than willing." Pepper said gently.

Avelyn sighed, maybe it was time she put aside her pride and take the offer because if she didn't start making money soon, she'd lose the shop.

"I'll think about it, I promise."

Pepper smiled, "Good, do you girls want snacks or anything?"

Morgan rolled her eyes, "Mom, we're twenty six and going drinking, we do not need snacks."

"Lynn just make sure that she eats something. You know how she gets when she gets drunk on an empty stomach." Tony says walking into the room and pulling Pepper into a hug.

After holding back Morgan's hair in various club bathrooms for years and putting up with the crying and the extreme hangovers, Avelyn knew better and she mouthed a yes to Tony over Morgan's protests.

The familiarity of going out with her friends and just being back here with her family made Avelyn the happiest that she'd been in so long and internally she committed herself to having fun tonight because she deserved it. She swore not to think about her family or the shop or even Bucky but just to let loose and enjoy her first night out in over a year.

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silverynight · 5 years

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Part II of the mafia nrh au.

You can read the introduction here.

And part I here.

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The problem is that Newt likes all of them, so they all hesitate when it comes to hurting the others; it'd break Newt's heart. So they all kind of tolerate each other.

Albus and Gellert start helping Newt with his shelter and both Theseus and Percival have to admit they've never seen him happier.

But still... neither of them are particularly inclined to share Newt with the others. Although at the moment the biggest problem they have is to let Newt know they all want to court him.

Unfortunately, nothing of what they tried so far has worked. Newt still doesn't know every time Albus and Gellert ask him out to dinner it's because they want to have a date with him.

He has no idea Percival brings him flowers because he's trying to woo him or the reason why Theseus is constantly taking him in his arms it's because he's also silently asking for a kiss on the lips and not just a hug.

He doesn't notice, but everyone else around them does and suddenly the fact that a man with reddish hair and innocent smile has four crime lords wrapped around his little finger, it's just too good not to talk about.

Rumors spread quickly about his beauty, some of them think he just has an unnatural ability to entrall men, but knows exactly what he wants. Others say it's impossible he knows what the four really do and he's just as innocent as he looks.

They begin to call him the Sweetheart.

The only problem is that their enemies also find out about him...

***

He convinces them to go visit his friends in America and even though they still don't like each other they agree to go together for Newt.

"These are my friends," their beautiful man says excitedly. "Tina, Queenie and Jacob."

And because they have no lucky at all, turns out that Tina Goldstein is a cop. Although she seems to trust Newt too much to think that his new friends and his brother could be crime lords.

Newt has no idea either and it has to stay that way.

They stay in a hotel. The few days they're there, Newt wakes up early in the morning to help Jacob in his bakery; but Albus and Gellert are the ones with the most experience of them all, so they send Vinda to follow him just in case.

It's actually thanks to her that nobody takes Newt that day.

***

Vinda hides in plain sight as a charming customer and asks for a coffee and a couple of croissants while she keeps an eye on Newt.

He's beautiful, although there's something more about him; there's a kindness in his green eyes and the soft tone of his voice that's probably the reason why her bosses are acting like besotted idiots.

It's dangerous; Grindelwald is right about having someone keeping an eye on him, because he's just the perfect tool to use to control four of the most dangerous men in the world.

Perhaps that's why Vinda suspects of the people that walk into the bakery just a couple of minutes after her.

She doesn't like the way they look at the Sweetheart, following all of his movements while looking around at the people inside.

They're waiting.

Vinda writes a quick text on her phone to her bosses and gets her hand inside her bag, where she keeps one of her guns.

Then she recognizes the woman with the curly hair and knows it can't be a coincidence that one of Dumbledore and Grindelwald's enemies are in that particular bakery.

With a kind, relaxed smile on her face she walks towards the counter and asks Newt for a hot chocolate, because she knows it'll make him go to the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry! I forgot to ask the other man for a panini too!" She giggles at the owner of the bakery.

"Don't worry! I'll make it for you. I'll be right back!" The other says and disappears behind the door quickly.

The rest happens just so quickly; she sees Dumbledore out of the corner of her eye and she knows there has to be more with him. The old lady and her son get out of the bakery because one of the people in the group starts harassing the man so bad, they decide to walk away.

She takes the opportunity to grab a chair a put it under the door knob that leads towards the kitchen to keep Newt and his friend inside.

The men notice as well as the woman with them, but it's too late; Graves hits the first two while Scamander and Grindelwald take care of the rest.

Dumbledore runs to check on the back door of the bakery and locks it too.

"We can't kill them here," he tells the others when he's back. Then he looks back at Vinda and asks: "Are you sure they came for Newt?"

"Absolutely."

"Let's get rid of them then," Grindelwald growls; Vinda has never seen him so pissed before.

Newt and Jacob realize they have been locked inside the kitchen and probably they have heard some of the noises from the fight.

They have to ignore them.

The place is a mess by the time the trucks arrive, fortunately there's just a few people on the streets, but they're too busy to be suspicious of the men getting huge plastic bags inside the trucks.

"Make it look like a robbery," Grindelwald tells his men. "Be quick, the cops are probably on their way. Rosier, you come with us."

***

Newt is not scared when the police comes, he's just worried about what his friend lost. Theseus arrives as soon as he calls him, followed by Percival.

Albus and Gellert get to the bakery a couple of minutes later and promise Newt they will help his friend.

"Thank you, you're so sweet," he mumbles, beaming at them.

They get back to Queenie and Tina's flat and the only problem they find is that the young cop is not that sure about the robbery.

She doesn't explain why, but it's obvious to Gellert that they all need to watch her closely.

They have a reunion that night; they make sure Newt is completely asleep inside his room before start talking.

"If we want Newt safe, we all need to protect him," Albus says and to his relief, both Theseus and Percival seem to agree with him.

So they decide they'll definitely gonna share Newt; they'll take care of him, make sure he remains clueless to the crimes they've committed and they all are going to court him at the same time.

Their Sweetheart is going to be so happy and all theirs.

***

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our-chaoticwhispers · 7 years

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What Are The Chances (Pt 4)

Pairing: Chris Pine x Reader

Warning: Fluffy, maybe a touch of angst

Summary: After dating for over a year, you and Chris run into a road block of sorts. Will you be able to come back from it?

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write this. Life decided to kick me while I was already down. But, here it is, and I hope you like it!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Word Count: 2,236 (Oops..)

The months flew by, and before you knew it, it was your one year anniversary. You can Chris had never been happier. Both of your careers were blooming, and you love life was nothing short of perfect.

Well, almost perfect. Though the two of you had never gotten into a full blown argument, there were a couple bumps here and there. The biggest one being Chris's sex appeal. It seemed like every girl wanted to throw themselves at him. You never thought that you were the jealous type, and to an extent, you weren't. But, there was always that voice inside that questions if you are good enough for him.

Over the last year, you had been doing a damn fine job of ignoring that voice, with the help of Chris, of course. Whenever you were together, he would make sure that you knew he loved you. He'd tell you all the time, he never seemed to stop touching you, and he'd constantly surprise you with new and innovative ways to show that he loved you. Even if it was something small, like playing your favorite music in the car instead of his.

Tonight was no exception. It was your one year anniversary, and he knew exactly how the night would play out. He had the day planned to a T! When you woke up and walked down stairs he was in your kitchen, making your favorite breakfast while listening to the playlist you made of all your favorite songs.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He said when he heard you walk in. He was wearing your favorite outfit, tight khaki jeans, an even tighter white shirt and the cardigan you bought him for his birthday.

"Good morning, baby." You laughed and wipe some flour off his forehead before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Smells amazing." You commented before turning to set the table.

You sat down to eat, talking about your day yesterday, the interviews the two of you had done, and the movies you had coming up. You both were happy to have some time off to spend with each other. Chris seemed anxious, and you could tell why. But, it unnerved you that he kept checking his phone.

"Something wrong?" You asked around a bite of food.

"Hmm?" He seemed caught off guard, and nervous. "No, everything is fine. I gotta run though, babe." He stood, put his dish in the washer, pecked you on the head and left.

Well, that was odd. He didn't even say I love you, Chris always says I love you. You tried not to dwell on it and went about cleaning up the mess he left behind. God love, but the man uses every dish in the house when he cooks. You were just about to put the last dish away when your phone rang. The screen lit up, informing you that Zoe was calling. The two of you had become best friends while filming Star Trek.

"Hey, girl!" You answered brightly!

"Hey, Zach and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out today. I'm thinking mani/pedi spa day!"

"Oh, my god that sounds amazing. When are you going?"

"About an hour or so. I'll text you the address."

"Perfect, I'll see you then." You hung up and went to get ready.

After a gloriously long, hot shower, you set about to get ready. You walked into the office to get a book to read while you were out and about when you saw Chris's laptop open on his emails. You weren't one to snoop, but the subject line caught your attention.

Can't wait to see you.

Your heart dropped, and you couldn't help but read the email.

Hey Chris,

I would love to talk to you more. Meet me for lunch at Perch on Hill Street at about 12:45. My treat :)

-Linda

Perch? That was your favorite restaurant. Why was he meeting some girl there for lunch? Maybe it's about a new role or something, you tried to rationalize away. But, your heart sank. Was that why he was acting so weird?

You tried to push the thought from your mind, tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Chris would never cheat on you. You know he loves you. But still...

You arrived at the spa and met up with Zoe and Zach, hugs and kisses on the cheek were exchanged, but Zach noticed you weren't your normal chipper self.

"You okay?" He asked, concern etched in his features.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. It's just been a weird day." You looked at your sandals.

"Well, let's get this party started!" Zoe said, trying to brighten your mood and handing you a flute of champagne.

"Thanks!" You said with a smile, accepting the drink and raising a toast to your friends.

The spa day was amazing, and you did feel better. A fresh set of acrylic nails and a pedicure could do that for a girl like you. You looked over at Zoe who held her rumbling stomach.

"What? It's almost one and I'm hungry. You two want to grab a bite?"

"Yeah! Perch is near by and I know you love that place!" Zach said.

"I'll get an Uber," Zoe said, already calling one up before you could say anything.

The drive to Perch didn't take very long, and you were seated outside almost immediately. You were trying to casually look around for Chris, who should be here by now. When you finally spotted him, your heart sank, he was sitting with a rather attractive woman who was in her mid-thirties and they were laughing and she grabbed his hand.

"I know that look, what's wrong?" Zoe asked.

"Nothing." You said and placed your order.

She let the topic drop, knowing you well enough to let it go. The three of you ate and talked, caught up with each other and were laughing at a story Zach was telling you when Zoe noticed Chris getting up to leave.

"Chris! What are you doing here?"

"Hey, guys. Hey, sweetie." He kissed you on the cheek. "I was just having lunch with a friend. What are you three trouble makers up to?"

You wanted to kick him. Did he have no remorse? You just caught him eating with another woman. Zoe, Zach, and Chris chatted for a bit before Chris checked his watch and said he had to run. Kissing the top of your head as he left. The three of you hung around a little while longer before Zach checked his phone and told you that he and Zoe had to head out, saying they were due at the studio for some pre-production work on the new Star Trek.

"That's weird," Zach said, paying the bill and handing you a piece of paper that had your name on it. "We gotta run. See you later!"

You said your goodbyes and read the piece of paper. You noticed it was in Chris's hand writing.

Aw, so you got my note! My plan is working perfectly. For our one year anniversary, I wanted to do something extra special. I know you love scavenger hunts, so prepare yourself for the best one ever!

Your task, should you choose to accept it is to go home, and find your favorite book. Your next clue is in there.

Love you,

-C

As luck would have it, you had that book with you. You opened the cover to find another note and read it while climbing into your Uber.

Congratulations! You found the next note! Your next clue is to find something blue where I hide my dirty clothes. The clue is attached to it.

-C

You drove home, still trying not to jump conclusions about the date you caught Chris on. But, it was still playing on your mind. 'something blue where I hide my dirty clothes.' Under the bed? You walked into to the bed and look under it. Sure enough, there is a bright blue suit case under there. You pull it out and grab the attached.

DO NOT OPEN THE SUIT CASE!

There will be a car coming to get you at 3. Be ready.

-C

What the fuck is this man up to?! You tried to call him, but it went straight to voicemail. You tried to call Zoe and Zach, but no one answered. You finally broke down and called his dad, Robert, but he said he hasn't heard from Chris today, but whatever he was doing sounded like one hell of a surprise.

You waited around for the car to show up and went outside to meet the driver. He handed you an envelope and said that he was told to tell you not to open it until you got to the airport.

Airport?!

When you arrived, your assistant Elaina was there waiting for you. She smiled and walked up to you with a neck pillow and blanket in tow.

"El, what the hell is going on? Where am I going?"

"I promised Chris I wouldn't tell you. So, I'm not saying anything. But, you are all checked in, I'll take your bag. Your flight leaves in thirty minutes." She grabbed your bag and walked to the desk to have it checked in.

You waved your goodbye and walked to the TSA queue. Fifteen minutes later, you were on a jet to who knows where. The stewardess handed you a tablet with a video queued up.

Hey, baby. By now you are probably wondering what the hell is going on, and who could blame you. But don't worry, it'll all make sense soon, I promise. The plane is stocked with all your favorites, so enjoy the flight. I love you so much and I'll see you when you land.

-C

You don't know how long you had been asleep for when the pilot announced that you were landing. It was too dark to make out where in the world you were currently. Once you got off the plane, you found out that you were in Dublin, Ireland. You had always dreamed of going to Ireland but hadn't got yet, because you wanted it to be special. As you walked to the baggage claim you saw a man holding a sign with your name on it, with your blue suitcase next to him.

"Miss (Y/L/N)?" He said in a wonderfully lilting accent.

"Yep, that's me." You said with a smile. He handed you another note and a garment bag and directed you to his limo.

SURPRISE! You made it to Ireland, finally. Now, the drive should have handed you a bag. Get changed and I'll see you soon.

-C

Changing in the back of a limo was a piece of cake for you now, the dress Chris had for you was amazing. It was a green, A-line cocktail dress that had a white to green ombre lace top, matching shoes and the cardigan he was wearing this morning. The drive took about 30 minutes before the driver knocked on the door to make sure you were dressed. When you opened and stepped out and saw Chris standing on the shore with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and that million dollar smile.

You were hesitant, but walked over to him and hugged him. He sensed the uneasiness in your hug and pulled back to look at you.

"What's wrong? Aren't you excited to be here? I planned this for months." He said smiling down at you.

"Who was that women you were with? At Perch?" You couldn't stop yourself from asking. "Why was she emailing you?"

Chris looked at you, confusion etched into his stupid, perfect face. "That was Linda, she's an event planner. We were going over everything to make sure this went off without a hitch."

Suddenly you felt so stupid. Of course! Chris couldn't plan something this big all on his own, and not have you notice.

"Were you jealous?" He teased you. But then, his face suddenly turned serious. "(Y/N), I love you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met, and I would never think about another woman when I have you waiting for me."

"I know, I just.. I saw the email, and then you two were on a date. Well, I thought it was a date. I'm sorry, I love you, too. This is the best anniversary gift ever."

"This isn't the gift." He said looking suddenly nervous. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, and your heart stopped. "The gift i-is me. Forever." You could see the tears welling in his eyes as he looked at you before getting down on one knee.

"(Y/F/M), I love you more than I ever believed I could love another person. I wake up every day with a smile on my face from knowing that you love me, too. You make me a better man, and I can't imagine not having you by my side. You are my best friend and the love of my life. Will you make my life complete by agreeing to mar-"

You cut him off by throwing yourself on him and kissing him with all the love you could muster.

"YES! Oh my god! Yes!!" You couldn't contain the tears that freely flowed down your face. "I love you, too!"

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