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fallinfl0wers · 3 years

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love stories with some genshin boys i thought of while listening to my playlists

includes: aether (210 words), xiao (261 words), scaramouche (277 words) and albedo (307)

warnings (?): spoilers of ‘we will be reunited’, english is not my native language and uhh idk what else, idk really know what these are, headcanons ?? snippets ?? also not beta read and not edited.

it’s long so uhhh i’ll add a cut somewhere

anyway enjoy!! ...whatever this is i guess

Aether

Falling in love with Aether is like a fun adventure. He, being always the center of attention and the protagonist no matter where he goes, is a free spirited, kind and hardworking man.

Throughout your time travelling and being in a relationship together, you’ll find that your relationship with the Honorary Knight is one of sweet kisses under the sunlight; innocent handholding while thinking up of what to make for dinner tonight; of easily talked out arguments and finding ways to compromise; of softly pushing each other to become a better version of themselves and, most of all, of supporting and having each other’s backs no matter what.

And when Aether confronts the Abyss Princess face to face for the first time and his world comes crashing down on him, this trait of your relationship shines like no other, as you hold him in your arms after everything was over during the night, Paimon sleeping soundly next to the both of you inside your improvised campsite.

“Even though I’m not sure what -or who- I should believe anymore, I... I know I want to see this journey to the end, and I want you to be there with me for it. Let’s be together until the last moment and beyond.”

Songs:

Snow Fairy - Funkist

Snowing, be honest with yourself and smile When two people are getting closer, time overlaps Fairy, where are you going I will gather all the light and shine it on your tomorrow

Still Lonely - SEVENTEEN

This cursed popularity. Why won’t it leave me? But why am I getting lonelier The early morning chill makes me feel Even lonelier today I feel completely empty, as if I’m empty

Kanpeki Gu~ no ne - Watarirouka Hashiritai

I'm at a loss for words, with this and that, I'm totally in love with you Someday, I want do the same to you: Watch you flounder, At a loss for words right back to me!

Side by Side - The8 from SEVENTEEN

I want to hold hands with you but I don't know what to do what to do oh baby I want to give all my heart to you but You still don't know what's in my heart

Hope - Namie Amuro

At the end of this blue, wide world there's a place I want to aim at with you We chose this long ago for eternity

Xiao

Falling in love with Xiao is like living a bittersweet dream. The Vigilant Yaksha is far from human, or so he says, and thus is out of touch with the way we mortals experience feelings, both the negative and positive ones.

Your relationship with him is one of compassion, mutual understanding, appreciation and patience. So, so much patience. Of intertwined pinkies and soft stolen glances, of shy smiles and comfortable silence sometimes filled with your voice chatting time away and his short responses to your talks.

I mentioned patience. He knows you’re making an enormous effort to try and understand him and be patient with him and his slow learning process of how relationships work, so it’s only fair that he makes a true effort to understand you and your feelings.

Xiao is well aware that he could hurt you without wanting to, be it with his blunt phrasing of his thoughts or his Karmic Debt, as much as he is aware that you will eventually pass away and leave him behind to go somewhere he can’t follow, and that undeniable truth haunts him every second of every day he gets to spend with you. And still, he wishes and wants and does cherish each and every warm, kind feeling he gets every single second you’re together nonetheless.

“I might not know what to make of these new feelings you gave me. But I’ll learn. I promise I’ll learn, so please... don’t go, not yet. Let me treasure you and carve you into my memory for as long as I can.”

Songs:

Euphoria - BTS

I don't know what this emotion is Perhaps this is also the inside of a dream A dream is the blue mirage of the desert Deep inside of me, a priori I become happy to the point of being unable to breathe The surroundings, bit by bit, become clearer

Fallin’ Flower - SEVENTEEN

While flower blooms and falls, scars cure and buds shoot We are living our first and last moment So I won’t take you for granted Because you loved me as I am

Fear - SEVENTEEN

Get out my mind I can't handle it, I'm afraid of myself The truth has me tied up My heart is tainted I'm afraid it'll eventually change you too

The Truth Untold - BTS, Steve Aoki

It’s my fate Don’t smile to me Light on me Because I can’t get closer to you There’s no name you can call me

You know that I can’t Show you me Give you me I can’t show you a ruined part of myself Once again I put a mask on and go to see you But I still want you

Tiny Light - Akari Kitō

Because you colored my unchanging monochromatic days Even the blurred darkness gained meaning

Still, hidden in this heart, these feelings of preciousness so strong that they hurt I just want to convey these feelings to only you before they disappear someday

Scaramouche

Falling in love with Scaramouche is like constantly playing a game. He’s strict, demanding, disagreeable, and widely disliked by enemies and allies alike. Still, he has a heart too; and he holds desires and hopes deep inside of it, although most of them are fueled by the unchanging curiosity he has towards the world around him, curiosity to know what he can get out of whatever the world wants to throw at him.

You were no exception to that rule, at first.

When he met you he wanted to get something from you. And you knew it from the start, just as he knew that you knew. And that didn’t change anything, at first.

Your relationship with him is one of dangerously playful, yet still light-hearted games of seduction, teasing and deceit; of secret kisses exchanged in expensive private rooms in restaurants or the cozy warmth of your home, of an unspoken shared respect and, most of all, complete, mutual devotion.

You know Scaramouche is not a good man. He has done many, many unspeakable things in his life as one of the Eleven, and he knows he’s far from being the perfect charming prince you could aim for, but he will never let you go. Because behind those hardened walls of egocentrism and pride, you saw what no one else bothered to see. You saw him, not the role he was playing, you saw him and fell in love with him.

“To be honest, I don’t think I could find anyone else who understands me as much as you do. And no, I’m not saying this because I want something, give me some more credit, geez...”

Songs:

soldier game - µ’s

You'll come with me, yes? You've grown curious about my touch, yes? Then it's already love Since you're someone I must meet in battle someday, That might just be your reason It's soldier game Though we've met again, I'm soldier heart

Kowareyasuki - Guilty Kiss

Just stop it already and show your heart only to me I love your eyes that are about to cry And your defenseless, clumsy way of living too (...) The hesitation you convey makes my chest hurt Some people just don't know what such kindness is But then I discover the truth When we got together, you don't have to endure anymore Right now, show your grief only to me I like that you think too much The complete opposite of me

Shhh - SEVENTEEN

Don't think of all these as your mere illusion They're not lies that follow the moment No one can underestimate it, my feelings are an ignition 'Cause I'm always the same Me and you, we got hurt by the lies that we won't ever work But it's fate

(...)

So I can cover you from danger A consented dedication

(...)

It's as natural as breathing An everlasting dedication

Good to me - SEVENTEEN

Yeah, when you were making that sign in my heart It was a long time since my firewall broke down Pass with the password What in the world do you know about me? Are my deep feelings seen by you?

Hiraishin - Keyakizaka46

(To trust is to be betrayed, to open one’s heart is to get hurt So to avoid being struck by lightning-like sorrow…)

Which side am I picking? Ah, these values are hard to handle That’s why I won’t stop watching over you Positive positive positive You should just be yourself… I can forgive whatever absurdities you pull off I’ll support you without being noticed Even when you get nitpicked I’ll be your companion Let us now promise to live an unremarkable life hereafter What we have here is the lightning rod of love

Albedo

Falling in love with Albedo is a fairy tale-like experience for both of you. His attention had always been focused on his research, everything else fading into the background save for a few exceptions, until you came around. You, who stole all his attention by just existing.

As an alchemist, he’s naturally the curious type. He wanted to know what about it had caught his attention, what was so special about you that had him clinging to your every word and movement every time you interacted with him. Still, human relationships are hard for him, and he figured you might go away the second he started to feel burnt out from your interactions. But you didn’t. Instead, you stayed. You stayed and took interest on what he did, asked questions, gave your insight, and dragged him to sleep when he needed a break. In exchange, he did the same for you.

Your relationship with Albedo is like one of those awkwardly sweet first time crushes. Of carefully calculated movements, dates and compliments, of soft kisses on lips, hands and cheeks, of mutual support, understanding and mature compromising and commitment.

The Kreideprinz, like everyone else, has his own fears and insecurities, especially regarding his... nature, but he does his best not to let them affect the relationship he has with you. Each moment spent by your side, even when he’s not actively doing any research, is considered perfectly spent, meaningful time.

“A long time ago, I was tasked with finding out the meaning of this world. Though I have directed my efforts and resources to looking for the answer through alchemy, ever since we met I... think, I’ve found an unexpected conclusion to said issue. While it’s likely that this is not the answer expected from me, I’m positive that, at least personally, I finally have the answer.”

Songs:

Futari Saison - Keyakizaka46

In the wind blowing through the city’s streets, even though I caught whiff of something’s scent, I had no interest in looking back

In a 1m radius around me, I formed an invisible barrier to another world And yet, you took someone like me out of it

What made you do that?

Home - SEVENTEEN

What can I do? Without you I’m just an old robot, my heart stops and it’s always cold What can we do? Without me You’ll struggle just as much, so what can we do?

Baby, I want to cherish our warmth So no one can come between us

Flower - SEVENTEEN

You taught me, you showed me You’re my only reason If you can forever remember me I can get hurt, I can get hurt

My heart that’s engraved with your light Makes me stronger Give me your sharp thorns Cause you’re my flower

Oh my! - SEVENTEEN

Sorry for repeating the same thing But this is all I can try using hard words But my true feeling is this, every everything

(...)

How about you? Is it hard for you to sleep because of me too? If you keep making my heart flutter What do I do?

Naze koi wo shite konakattan darou? - Sakurazaka46

Why hadn't I fallen in love? I've been making fun of it all this time I mean everyone keeps saying 'I love you' just like cats in heat But after falling in love I realized what people live for To meet, to love, to the point of nothing but... I'm not myself, I want to find my true self.

#xiao x reader #aether x reader #scaramouche x reader #albedo x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact headcanon #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #first post yay #why is albedo's so long tho he's not even my favorite out of them lol #melodywritings #fluff #genshin impact x reader #melwritesgenshin

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dork-empress · 3 years

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Singing In The Dead Of Night Ch 2

Harley and Barman set up a playdate for their wards.

forgive the long post, i'll edit and clean it up when im home. chapter can also be found on my ao3, url in the description.

Harley made it back home, which was actually the manor of some billionaire who only really used the house for tax purposes. Harley had taken it over when Lucy came to live with her, deciding she needed more room, and they quickly changed it to suit their needs.

“Luuuucyyyy, I’m hooooome,” Harley called out to the manor, heading through the living room/gymnasium.

Lucy was balancing on the beam by her hands. “Never heard that one before.” She went into the splits and stayed on one hand.

Harley looked over her form. “Point your toes more...there ya go.” Lucy did as recommended. “I got candy for dinner!” She dumped her stolen lollipops on the table.

“I already ate, Aunt Harley,” she said, “I made extra pasta if you want.” She pointed over to the kitchen, before switching hands and flipping herself over.

“Oh,” Harley said, going over to make a plate, but feeling like ants were crawling in her skin. “You know, you don’t have to call me your aunt when it’s just the two of us,” She said, swirling her fork through the noodles.

Lucy shrugged, “Force of habit. Plus it’s a good idea in general, ya know, in case someone’s secretly listening in or we mess up some other time.”

Harley shrugged her shoulders. “Makes sense,” and it did, but it still kind of hurt. “You can have the lollipops for dessert though. You like cherry?” She tossed her the red candy.

Lucy looked down at the wrapper a second. “Can’t, I’m allergic to the red dye.”

“Oh,” Harley said, silently cursing herself. That was something that mothers should know about their kids, allergies and crap. “Well. Lemon then?”

“Sure!” They traded the lollipops, and Harley sucked on hers between bites of the pasta. Sweet and savory combined, delicious.

Lucy swung her legs as she sat on the beam. “Does...my father have any allergies?”

Harley blinked at her. Did Joker have any allergies? It was hard to say. Even now, Harley didn’t know a lot about the Joker. That’s how he liked it. “Best not to talk about it,” she said instead, “In case of those listening things or whatever.”

Lucy hummed, but didn’t seem satisfied. “Hey,” Harley said, trying to distract her from the ‘dad’ talk, “You wanna go out with me tomorrow?”

Lucy brightened, jumping a bit, “Where are you gonna go?”

“I dunno,” she said, “Go lookin’ for trouble. Let the trouble find me. Punch out a couple people but only if they REALLY deserve it!” And maybe if they only kinda deserved it, Harley thought.

Lucy hummed again, thinking. “I dunno. I think violence often begets further violence, and while it is occasionally necessary, efforts should focus more on the community building and personal improvement area.”

Harley blinked at her. Right, she was a reader, Delia had mentioned that. Not unlike Harley at her age, really, although Harley had focused on psychoanalysis instead of philosophy. “Ah, of course,” she said, “Well, what do you wanna do?”

Lucy thought for a second. “Well, there was this girl I wanted to go inspire to fight her eating disorder.”

“Oh,” Harley said nodding. It was a noble cause, really, but...also seemed really, really boring. “I...sure!” she smiled.

The truth was, when Lucy came out to live with Harley full time, she had really thought they would be a lady dynamic duo, a proper partnership mother/daughter team. But Lucy wasn’t much like Harley. Or, she was but, she was different, a goody two-shoes. Or, a goody tutu. Ha.

More than that, she followed a strange sense of logic that was oddly reminiscent of...Harley didn’t even finish the thought.

“You don’t want to go, do you?” Lucy asked.

“Hmm? Of course I do!” Harley said, “I’d do anything with you sweetheart,” she gave Lucy a wink, then went to the kitchen to hide her facial expression.

She didn’t see that Lucy had followed her until she was directly behind her. “Oh, Jesus!” She said, clutching her heart, “Gotta look out there, sweetie. Almost brained ya!”

“Is Dad like me at all?” she asked, head tilted to the side.

Harley blinked at her. She felt like her bones were shaking inside her skin. “Why would you ask a thing like that?”

Lucy spun a little in place making her tutu swish. “I’ve been reading about him. People think he’s crazy. I mean, he says it. But that’s not what your records say.”

Harley frowned, backing away as though physical distance would get her out of the conversation. “What’re you goin through my records for? What, are you a snoop?”

“They got published after one of your arrests,” Lucy said, “Other people were more interested in the little notes you left in the margins, but--”

“Alright, stop.” Harley said, hand clutching her lollipop stick so tight it might break. “Look, Mr...your father is mean and cruel and manipulative, and nothing like you! He wants to drive other people crazy, and for some people, self included, he succeded. But I grew out of it as best I could and now...you don’t need to worry about him, ok? He ain’t ever gonna know about ya, and he ain’t ever gonna find ya. Got it?”

Lucy hesitated a second and there was something strange in her eyes. Something familiar. “Got it,” she finally said.

Harley lightened, smiling at her. “Why don’t we play a game or somethin? You like Monopoly? I make up my own rules!”

Lucy smiled, “That sounds nice,” she said, all bright again. As they set up the game, Lucy said, “You don’t have to come with me tomorrow, by the way. I can take care of myself.”

“You sure?” Harley asked. Lucy nodded. For the rest of the evening, Harley felt like something was…off.

She slipped the burner phone out of her pocket. She typed, ‘Wanna set up a playdate?’

“She called it a WHAT?!” Damian said, nose wrinkled in disgust.

“Aww,” Tim said, over by the batcave computer, “Little Damian’s got a plaaayydaaate.”

“I will end you, Drake.” Damian snarled, fingers twitching for his sword.

“Enough,” Bruce interrupted the both of them. “Damian, if it helps you can think of it as a mission.”

“I thought I was forbidden from Robin duties for the next two months.” Damian said, arms crossed.

Bruce groaned. “Harley has taken in a ward, her niece Lucy. She has some petty crime charges, but from my recon, she’s not a villain. Harley wants her to spend time with someone her age, and I need someone who will watch over her.”

“Watch out for her, or watch out because of her?” Damian asked, scowling.

“Oooh, good question,” Tim said, still at the computer. “Hey, how come you didn’t set me up with vigilante kids?”

“Because you found them on your own,” Bruce shot back, “Look. Damian, you just have to spend the day with her. Follow her around, help her out as long as it’s not hurting anyone. Don’t let her get killed. Invite Jon if you want.”

“Uggh, Jon’s off world with his Dad,” Damian said.

“Oh right,” Bruce said, massaging his temple. “Why do interdimensional crises have to happen at the worst times?”

“Why is it we need a plural for interdimensional crisis?” Tim asked.

Bruce gave him a side glance to let him know he was coming up on the line that breached from ‘annoying’ to ‘problem Bruce will deal with.’ “Damian…”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” he said, “But I won’t be her friend by you forcing us.”

“Fine.”

They met up with Harley at a neutral location downtown on top of a party goods store. “Hiya Batsy, Hey Bird Boy!”

Despite himself, Damian liked Harley. She was usually of a like mind about which villains did or didn’t deserve to live, but he didn’t tell Batman that. “Harley,” Batman said, “Where’s your niece?”

“Just doin some high-wire practice.” Harley said, “Lucy-goosey!”

From the side of the building, a girl faulted up from where she was hanging on the flagpole. A girl wearing a tutu and white paint. “Nice to meet you, Batman,” Lucy said, “Aunt Harley’s told me….a lot of mixed things.”

“YOU!” Damian said, before he could stop himself, and all three of the others turned to him.

Lucy trotted forward on her tiptoes. “Have we met?” She asked, tilting her head, and looking him up and down.

Damian swallowed. “Uhh….”

“Blackbird!” Lucy said, and swooped him up into a hug, “Oh, I knew you were a Robin, why’d you lie to me?”

“Blackbird, huh?” Batman said, and he couldn’t see, but he knew there was a very pointed eyebrow being raised at him.

Damian, still being swung like a ragdoll by Lucy, tried to gain his balance. “I didn’t...I mean I wasn’t…”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Batman said, “You kids go on, I have something to talk about with Harley.”

“Kids?!” Damian said, offended, especially that he was going to be left out of whatever this conversation was. But in doing so, he left himself vulnerable as Lucy pulled on his cowl to the edge of the building.

“Come on, birdy, whatever color you are. The city awaits!” And she jumped from the roof, grappling on outcroppings to reach the street safely. Damian grumbled, but eventually followed.

Harley looked to Batman, and her face fell. “He’s out there, isn’t he?”

Batman gave one slow nod.

Lucy skipped everywhere. It was very irritating, because it was faster than walking, but slower than running, so hard to keep pace. Also,it was just very perky, which made it hard to sulk.

Lucy claimed she had deliveries to make around town. Something about girls who were bullies in high school and were treating others poorly, but it was only because of the societal pressures that were put on young girls of America and...and thats about where Damian lost interest.

She carried a cartfull of boxes like a damn girlscout, and left them on the girls doors. Damian could have followed in his sleep...except there was something about one of the boxes….

“What’s in that one?” Damian asked as she brought it to the next home.

“Huh?” Lucy said, “Same thing as in all of them, some cookies, a letter, balloons of course and--”

“It’s beeping,” Damian said.

“What?”

Damian didn’t wait any longer, he grabbed the box out of her arms and tossed it as high into the sky as he could, tackling her to the ground. The box then exploded.

Lucy gasped in excitement, clapping her hands together. “Birdy, look at it! It’s fireworks!”

Damian growled, jumping off of her and taking out his sword. “I knew it, I knew you were up to no good.”

Lucy tilted her head. “Whatcha talkin about, Birdy?”

“You--” He pointed to where the box was still smoldering. “You were going to put a BOMB on that girl’s doorstep!”

“I didn’t put that there,” Lucy said, getting up with no care of the sword pointed at her.

“You-” Damian stammered. “What?”

Lucy bent down and picked up a scrap of paper from the ruins. “Change of plans for the evening, Birdy!” Lucy said, “We’re going puzzling!”

She tossed the paper at him and he grabbed it quickly. It read ‘I’ve the tallest of trunks and thickest of stumps, a switch in the breeze, but I’m no tree. What am I?’”

They came quickly to the elephant pasture at the zoo. Damian couldn’t help it, he held out his hand for the elephant. She reached out her trunk and wrapped it around him. He couldn’t help but laugh.

Her baby came forward this time, trotting on new steps. He was already the size of a small horse, but he stole Damian’s heart all the same. He tried to bowl Damian over like a large puppy, and Damian couldn’t help but laugh. “Didn’t know you could laugh, Birdy,” Lucy said, kneeling over a shady patch in the enclosure.

Damian’s scowl returned. “Stop calling me ‘Birdy,’” he said, “You can just say ‘Robin,’ if you want.”

“But aren’t there other Robins?” Lucy said, fiddling with something, “I’d love to call you something unique to you.”

“There’s already a Blackbird, you know.” Damian said, continuing to pet the baby elephant.

“There is?” Lucy asked, “Picking a superhero name is HARD. I’m still trying to get Commedia to stick. You know, like, Commedia del arte? But I’ll end up getting called ‘Tutu girl’ or something if I don’t watch out.”

Damian gently pushed the elephant away, seeing what she was doing. She was hands deep in another box like the one they’d found in her cart. “Careful, it could be another bomb.”

“Fireworks,” Lucy corrected, “and I already diffused it.”

Damian leaned down, looking. She had indeed done so, quite efficiently. “How did you know to do that?”

Lucy smiled, “An uncle of mine taught me. You’ll meet him.” She dug further into the box. “I wouldn’t mind some more fireworks, but I don’t want to scare the elephants.” She pulled out another slip of paper.

“This has all the hallmarks of The Riddler,” Damian said, “We have to be careful. He might have bombs all over the city.”

“Fireworks!” Lucy corrected again, “And, probably. See, we already have the next clue!” She waved the paper and read out “Can you hear me make a sound, only when you are around.”

“Of course you can only hear things when you’re around.” Damian said, frowning.

“But only when someone’s around does it make a...Oh!” Lucy said, jumping to her feet, “An echo! We have to go somewhere there’s an echo!”

Damian sighed, “I have an idea.”

Technically they weren’t IN the Bat cave. They were at a far entrance to it, another end of the cave system. So he wasn’t breaking any rules. “Hey, is that Wayne Manor?” Lucy asked. “I tried to break in there once, but they have some crazy rich person security system.”

“Funny that.” Damian said, trying to seem completely ordinary.

Lucy stood at the edge of the cave and yelled into it. “ECHO!” listening for the echo in return. She skipped into the cave, humming all the way, the sound bouncing off as she went.

“Lucy?” Damian said, following her, “Don’t go too far, there’s all sorts of--” He heard a squeal and rushed forward.

He stopped short, his flashlight falling on Lucy. She waved at him to put it down, squinting. “Look here!” She brushed aside some dirt to find some rusted over metal. “Isn’t it fascinating! This cave system must go on for miles! Maybe people hid treasure there!”

“It’s just the old mining system,” Damian said, truthfully. “It’s all blocked off.”

“That can’t be hard to undo,” Lucy said, intrigued by whatever lay beyond.

Damian grabbed her hand before she could continue. “We have to catch the Riddler. There has to be another package here.”

Lucy sighed, but nodded. She took his arm with the flashlight and swung him around the cave. “Ah! There.”

She took the package and skipped out of the cave. “Careful!” Damian urged. “Come on, just diffuse it.”

“Nope, not these ones.” She tossed the package high in the sky, and Damian saw the fireworks light up.

He felt his phone buzzing, no doubt Tim could hear an explosion out here, not to mention Alfred. They’d come investigating fast enough. He leaped up, grabbing the fallen slip of paper, and grabbed Lucy again to pull her along. He read it quickly and passed it to her as he made his way away. “Even in the city scape, nature comes to take its place.” Lucy read. “It must be the park!”

“No,” Damian said, still pulling her, “I mean, yes, that is the answer to the riddle, but that’s not where we’re going.” He texted the police to inform them of the location of the hidden package so they could diffuse it, and dragged Lucy away.

The original Gotham Ice Cream shop was one of the oldest remaining buildings in Gotham, although was clearly closed for the night.

Damian saw a flash of green from the kitchens and rushed inside, finding none other than the Riddler standing there. “Stand down, Riddler,” Damian said, holding out his sword, “We’ve got you now!”

Riddler snarled, backing into a defensive stance. “Robin! How did you possibly find me?”

Damian smirked, “The beginning of each clue was clearly spelling out your final location. I-C-E. I didn’t need to follow 5 more clues to figure that out.”

Riddler cursed. “Those clues weren’t for you! They were for--!”

Lucy came skipping up to join Damian. “Hi, Uncle Eddy!”

“Lucille!” Riddler said, immediately warming. “I had so many sights around Gotham for you to see, why’d you go skipping to the end?”

Lucy skipped up to him, and Damian was once again left dumbfounded. “My friend Birdy here isn’t much for riddles, I think,” she said, “Although he enjoyed the elephants! And he knew about the mining carts in the caves, I want to explore those later.”

‘Uncle Eddy’ hugged Lucy, and Damian came to his senses, “THIS is your uncle?!”

Lucy shrugged, “I mean, that’s what I call him. I met him when I was visiting Aunt Harley a few years ago.”

“I heard you had moved to Gotham full time,” Riddler said, “I wanted to be sure you saw the sights. But the bat-brats have to ruin everything I suppose.” Riddler glared at him, and he glared right back.

“I don’t-” Damian started, but cut himself off, “You can’t just be leaving BOMBS around the city!”

“Fireworks!” Lucy and Riddler both corrected.

“Whatever! They’re explosive and they’re dangerous!” Damian hated having to be the safety one. It felt wrong.

Riddler rolled his eyes. “He’s just as much a barrel of laughs as the big one.”

“Aw, he’s sweet, really,” Lucy said, coming over to Damian and linking their arms. “Aunt Harley and Batman set us up on our own little playdate.”

“It is NOT!” Damian said, squirming away from her, “It is NOT a playdate.”

“Uncle Eddy, can my friend Birdy have some Ice Cream too?” Lucy asked, ignoring him.

Riddler and Damian glared again. “Fine.” He pushed his own bowl of ice cream towards Damian and went to get his own. “It’s MYSTERY flavor!”

Damian looked at it hesitantly as Lucy sat down to enjoy. Riddler went back to the kitchen. “It’s coconut,” Lucy said, “But Uncle Eddy likes to think it’s a mystery, so I let him.”

Damian frowned at her. “You’re really weird.”

“Thank you!” Lucy said, patting the seat beside her. “Come on, even you had to admit you had fun today.”

Damian thought about the elephants, and skipping around with Lucy, and watching the fireworks at the mouth of the cave, and seeing her all excited about mining carts for some reason. “Fine,” he said, “But it’s NOT a playdate.”

“Alright, alright,” Lucy said, digging into her ice cream. “Just a regular date then.”

“I--” Damian started, his head exploding with so many protests that he ended up just short circuiting. Lucy continued chowing down on ice cream like she didn’t say anything of importance. So, Damian just sat beside her, and ate his own.

#lucy quinzel #damian wayne #batman #harley quinn #dc fanfic

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elsapheonix · 3 years

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Wolffe with a halo

“Hey Wolffe, look there's a letter here” Gregor called

“Alright” I called

“It’s for you can I read it?” Gregor asked

“For me? Uhh no I’ll be there in just a second” I said and I left the Bedroom and went the table where Gregor was. He handed me the Letter. My breath caught when I saw the handwriting on the envelope

Return Address:

Wild space Coordinates

G-9 76937-O-930

Commander Wolffe Koon

Seelos

AT-AT Imperial Walker

“Oh my….” I said trailing off and then I tore into the letter before my fear caused me to throw it away.

My Beloved Wolffe Koon,

Kah-ta-yar Wolffe, how are you after all these years? These year go by slow without you here by my side, it’s been so long. I still love you more than anything else. Especially more than my own life. I even discarded rules for you. The Jedi Code was probably the biggest one, but I didn't care and i still don't. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you, not a day goes by without me missing you, my Angel. It’s so hard being away from you day in and day out. It’s hard to do anything without you. You were, still are, and will always be my everything, my life, my world, my angel and my reason for living, for fighting, for existing. I believe it’s the will of the force that we meet and that I fell in love with you. Too me you are an Angel from the force. I could go on but then I’d need an entire notebook and it’s not easy to put a notebook in a envelope. You would know.

Do you ever think of the good times, Angel? About the Clone wars? I know I do. Almost everyday. The wolfpack was my family, My clan, My Aliit. Although they are not really my Brothers It sometimes felt as they were. Aliit ori'shya tal'din, Family is more than blood. I loved each and everyone of them, no man was just a clone. Losing then was the worst part of Order 66.

I miss everything of the clone wars, i guess when you grow up in a war zone you come too miss it when life changes. I miss taking down clankers, pranking shinnies with boost, leading assaults, hanging out with boost and sinker, destroying astromechs, fighting the sith, disobeying direct orders, Pissing off Rex, being able to use my lightsabers, spending countless hours with you doing ship duties, us breaking rules just so Master Plo would put us on deck duty while they all went down to battle, our countless arguments, even the ones over stupid things, scaring you with my piloting, you spending the night with me when I had the bad dreams, goofing off while doing paper work with you and the time we spent in the med after one of us had gotten hurt. I miss you're singing, and the silly little pet names you had for me. Most of all I miss Master Plo and you. I miss you more than him, Angel.

I had thought I had lost you forever after the purge, I wish I had not left you Angel, it has bothered me for longer than i can remember. I was a fool when I thought we were better a part, when in reality we are always better together. I had an harder time hiding from the empire on my own, I actually have been captured and escaped many times each time changing my name. I now go by Elisa Koon and have not been captured since Ahsoka and I started the rebels. I’ve made many reckless and stupid decisions. Some of them i’m sure would had been prevented had you been with me or had I stayed with you. I was a coward for leaving you and running like i did. I was afraid. I didn't even thank you for saving my life, Didn't even say goodbye. I abandoned you and I’m so so sorry.

I would like to see you again even if you don't look the same as you did before. It’s been so long and Rex says I need to stop pushing people away, I haven’t let anyone get close to me. He’s right I need to stop pushing people away and locking them out, Especially my Angelic Riduur. Speaking of Rex he couldn't figure out who I was and I eventually had to tell him who I was then he told me that you and gregor were camping out in an Imperial Walker on Seelos hunting Juppa's. That doesn't seem like a good way to spend the rest of your days.

Personally I think you’d be better off here with me Angel. I know you don't want too join our fight against the empire and you don't have to if you don't want too. I would never make you do anything. If you were to come I will protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you, never again. You remember that promise I made too you after Kholum right? Well, I’ll still stand too it. No one is ever going to hurt you again on my watch, not if I can help it, Angel.

I don't use my Lightsabers much anymore unless I have too, but I do keep them on me at all times, hidden of course. I mentioned I had to use a different name right? Elisa Koon, I have it as the shortened version of my real name Elizabeth Koon, Force how I hate that name. I’ve lost count of how many I have had. All have been shortened versions of my real one. I’ve used a different last name every time. I’ve been El Vizsla, Eliz Diana, Lily Uma, Lisa Tiana, Lisbeth Bonjo, Ela Vila, Izzy Tuttle, Libby Gulo, Beth Di Angelo, Bess Lupus, Bette Kyzie, Bessie Humble, and once I even used my full name Elizabeth Phoenix. Now I am Elisa Koon.

I decided it was time that I went back to my married name. I have even started to wear the diamond band you gave me again. If you do come I would like to redo our vows or even do a public wedding since the one we had was private. I’m sure you’d like that to.

We have found many of our Vods, Angel. Several of them, like yourself, don't want too fight so we provide them shelter and protection, I’m over that part of the rebellion. Some of them fight only as a last resort if we are really in a pickle, actually that's how all of them are. They like to help with planning and spare small jobs we have that need to be done, Comet, Sinker and Boost are some of the ones that are around.

The rebellion is lead by Ahsoka Tano, Separatist leader Commander Sato, Hera Syndulla and myself. We have been helping many systems who are in need because of the empire. Oh yeah, Senator bail Organa and princess Leia Organa secretly lead us in our fight while pretending to support the empire. I’ve edited my Armor, added extensions to it and made it bigger so it would fit me, I also changed it’s color from purple to grey. It’s markings match the ones on you're clone armor.

If you and Gregor do come I’ll find a cure for your fast aging. We’ve found cures for the ones that are here, aside from Rex, but it’s different for every clone, we have a serem but it has to be altered for every clone, we are currently altering it for Rex and I’m sure we could alter the serum for gregor. Not so sure about yourself since at one point you were a Werewolf. We may have to unblock the werewolf part of your blood, which would make you a wolf again.

I know you might not be too keen too that Idea but I highly doubt the serum could be altered for you seeing as you have wolfblood in you still. It wasn't actually removed like you thought I just used the force to contain it and make it inactive. We will try to do the serum but if we can't i’m going to free the wolf-blood. I don’t want you to die on me anytime soon. I don’t think I could live without you my beautiful Angel. It’s not fair that we are the same age yet you're near the end of your life.

It’s boring here, some of these guys have less personality than some of than some of the shinnes fresh off of Kamino did. And that’s saying something.

After battles were always fun with you and the wolfpack. Especially if Rex and the 501st were involved. Those boys were always having a party. I remember Rex’s favorite phrase at those times “It’s always a party in the 501st”

Master Skywalker is not Darth Vader like we thought he was. So the mystery of who Darth Vader is, is still open. Master Skywalker is currently being held at an imperial complex. Highest security one. I think the emperor is keeping him alive too use his force signature too give to whomever darth vader is too make it seem as if master Skywalker is Darth Vader.

I know for a fact he’s not I came across files, imperial files of where he is being kept and his cell number. That's not information I can put in this letter. I have a few guesses at who Vader is.

I think he is Master Jrul, Master Pong Krell, or Master Quinlan Vos. Though he could be another fallen Jedi I think these three are the most likely. This would be a conversation best for comms or better yet being face to face.

I really wish you were here with me Angel, I need someone who understands me. I need you more than I ever thought my Angel.

If you decide to come you can write and I’ll come pick you up or you can just call Rex, I’m not in the command center often so the chances of them getting a comm message to me is slim.

Hope too see you again Angel,

Love,

Elsa Phoenix-Koon

“I...She….” I stumbled over the words I wanted to say. Gregor took the letter from my hands, I was in complete shock and could feel my eyes starting to water. “She still loves me” I finally choke out

“Of course she does Wolffe, she’s your wife, she’ll love you no matter what” Gregor says

“She’d be safer finding someone else” I say

“You don’t really belive that do you?” Gregor says

“I miss her, but I don’t want to risk hurting her” I say

“I doubt you could ever hurt her, she’s a strong kid” Gregor says, “We should go, sounds too me that she really wants you there”

“But…”

“No buts” Gregor says “I’m comning Rex”

“Wonderful” I say when Gregor leaves the room.

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Fiction {Andy Serkis x Reader One Shot}

Requested by: @madarin-of-the-sharingan Wordcount: 3829 Summary: Growing up with Peter Jackson as your best friend had perks, such as getting you your dream job as set designer on one of the biggest movie franchises to ever exist - and introducing you to your celebrity crush.

Growing up next door to someone like Peter Jackson - yes THAT Peter Jackson - was a life-altering thing. Perhaps if it had been a jock, you would have gotten into sports. If it was a cool, popular girl, you might have joined her clique and married some rich man and have a yacht. But luckily for you, it was nerdy Peter, a couple of years older than you, who lived next door to you and your parents, and who let you hang around despite the teasing. No one wanted to be the teenager who hung out with little girls. But Peter never minded - mainly because you would listen to him go on and on about the things that he liked, and you in turn began to like them as well. Lord of the Rings in particular - oh, how the two of you could talk about Lord of the Rings for hours on end. All day if your parents would let you. While you both went different paths - he into directing and you into art - it all came together when Peter became the director of the Lord of the Rings films and hired you on the spot to be the set designer.

When Peter would read the books aloud to you as a kid, you would lay on his living room floor on your stomach, knees bent, feet kicking in the air, drawing what you imagined Rivendell to look like. You had a very particular image of graceful waterfalls, elegant columns, intricate architecture, and an almost pastel but not too child-like color palette. Eventually, that was how Peter learned to see it too. It indefinably became Rivendell to him, and he would accept no other person bringing it to reality other than you. It meant there was a high expectation on you but you were up to the challenge. You’d been dreaming about this your whole life.

You had some pictures drawn to show to Peter. You brought them in to the studio where they were finishing up figuring out the casting. They had the videos rolling, and a couple of the chosen cast already there. Including someone that you were extremely excited for - Andy Serkis as Gollum. You’d helped to pick him, since Peter had trusted your judgment. No one else had the correct voice for him. And then Andy surprised you all by being open to the motion capture and was able to move in weird ways. It was like these films were meant to happen. Everything was absolutely perfect.

“There you are!” Peter said with a big grin once he saw you. Even after all of these years, he considered you to be his best friend. “What have you brought for me?”

“More Rivendell, as tradition,” You said with a big grin, knowing that it was one of his favorites. “And some ideas for The Shire. I also have some rough sketches for the Mine of Moria. I was rereading Fellowship last night,” Your eyes wandered past him towards Andy who was talking to some of the crew. Everyone was allowed to have at least one weird crush, weren’t they? Yours was Andy without a doubt - though you were careful never to let it show. Peter would have teased you endlessly, and called the choice of him being cast biased. “So what are you doing here today, then?”

“Just finished up watching these. I’m liking this kid for one of the hobbits,” Peter pointed towards the screen that he was watching. A man was talking, and you could definitely see his resemblance to the hobbit creatures.

“I was thinking about scouting a few spots for The Shire that are on the approved list. Did you want to come with?”

“I’m a bit busy - you should bring Andy, and take some pictures.”

Thank God he was looking at the screen and not at your face, because your expression would have given your secret away. “Uhh - sure, sounds good boss.”

It had started from there and then began to snowball. Andy was a gentleman, and very professional on set but off of it - oh boy, was he ever a massive flirt. Hardly a day seemed to go by that you were there and he wasn’t making some sort of comment on how lovely you looked that day, and that you should be a part of the scenery because you were as beautiful as the nature around. And you fell for it hard. Not only that, his influence fell upon you and you found yourself becoming a more confident woman under these compliments.

On a rainy Wednesday afternoon, when you were stuck in the studio because it was too wet to film anything outside, you were in a secluded corner with your sketch book. Though The Hobbit hadn’t been greenlit (yet), you were already working on your designs. Thranduil was a favorite characters of yours and imagining the Woodland Realm was an old past time.

“My precious...” Andy’s best Gollum voice said, his fingers going towards your work. You laughed and swatted him away. “No show me the precious?”

“They’re not done and only half thought out,” You said, closing the book before he could take another look. “Not precious at all.”

“Everything you draw is precious. Come on, show me,” Andy urged. He had that look in his eye - the same one that he sometimes got after a hard day of filming. The one that showed that he wasn’t going to give up until he had completed what he set out to do. And right now, that was to see his drawings.

You sighed, giving in easier than you would have with anybody else. You handed it over and hid your eyes behind your eyes, too scared to see what his reaction was going to be. Other than a couple of hmms, he didn’t have all that much to say. He just kept flipping. Apparently he wasn’t limiting himself to what was recent, but going all the way back. If he didn’t stop....

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” You said, going to take it back from him. The first few pages in this particular book were occupied by sketches that you had done of Andy and of Gollum. You’d seen what the CGI team was planning, and Gollum was looking amazing. You weren’t ashamed of those pieces of work but that didnt mean that you wanted the focus of them seeing it. “So what do you think? Or rather - does Smeagle approve of the Woodland Realm?”

“Smeagle doesn’t like elves,” Andy said, making you laugh. He was good at staying in character. Almost too good. The way that he contorted his face was more than just a little bit frightening. But when he relaxed it and went back to his ordinary self - that was how you liked it best. “It’s really good. Better than most of the art that I have in my house.”

“Do you consider yourself an art collector?” You asked, having never heard about his house before.

“No,” He shook his head. “Just stuff from my nieces and nephews - and don’t tell them I said that about their art.”

“If I ever come across them, I’ll keep silent,” You slid an invisible zipper over your mouth and pretended to throw away the key. This was the early two thousands after all, such things were still ‘cool’.

“Oh you’ll meet em,” He said with a grin. He threw his arm around you, sitting on the arm of the chair. “I’ll fly you out to one of our big barbecues, you’ll love it.”

“Oh my, is that a privilege that you extend to all set designers?” You asked playfully.

“Just the special ones,” He said with a wink. “Just let me know if you want to bring a plus one.”

“Ha!” You laughed, shaking your head. “I wish. I work too hard to ever have a plus one. Though maybe I’ll extend it on to Peter, you know how much he loves a barbecue.”

“That he does. Anyway, I’m off to my trailer since there’s nothing more to be done. See you tomorrow!”

“See ya,” You said with a wave, watching him go. Once he had disappeared out the doors, you went back to your sketchbook. The room went back to being quiet - or it was until you started to overhear a conversation.

“That was obviously just his way of making sure y/n was single,” A young voice said, with laughter hidden within it. You kept your head low, drawing over the same spot over and over, but still listened. Eavesdropping was a terrible habit, but it was about you, so that made it okay... right?

“He’s only been in love with her for the past four years!” The undeniable voice of John Rhys-Davies said, chuckling. “The poor sap.”

“I don’t feel bad for him one bit,” The other voice said. You tried to place it without looking over, for that would surely just make them be quiet. You wanted to go on listening. They were telling you exactly what you had dreamed of hearing. “She’s obviously into him too, but neither of them will say something. It’s just getting painful at this point. Did you know that Peter has-”

“-bets? I already lost mine two years ago,” John grumbled.

“Ha! Mine is for not until after the premieres. I think I’ve got it in the bag.” You finally placed a face to that voice. Dominic Monaghan. The very one that Peter was judging to be right for the role when he sent you off with Andy to look at places for the Shire. “Though Orlando has within the next two months, so it might go to him.”

“Smarter than he looks, that one.” John said, appraisingly. “Did you hear that even Ian is in on it? He said he knows enough about repressed sexuality that it will be well into the development of Hobbit films! Hobbit films!”

“I’m not prepared to lose though,” Dominic said, and you could hear him rubbing his hands together. Oh, if they could only see the mortified look on your face, they would surely stop talking then, but you were much too humiliated to turn in their direction.

Dominic did end up losing. You saw him with a sour expression on his face during the last premiere. There had hardly been a conversation between you and Andy after he had invited you over to England for a barbecue, since things had gotten way too chaotic. Putting the movies together, reshoots, editing - it took a lot of hard work, even though the majority of your job was done. You had to move onto other projects, only coming back for the award ceremonies and the premieres. You thought about going and telling Dominic that you felt bad for him, losing the money in a bet about you, but he deserved it. He was wrong. If Andy was seriously flirting with you, you would have known it - surely.

Andy had gone off to other projects as well, and not much was said between the two of you. An occasional hello email but even those started to slow.

That was until you got the phone call from Peter that The Hobbit films had been greenlit, and he obviously wanted you and your designs to come back. This was what you were waiting for - and you couldn’t have been more happy. Peter had even added on that he wanted you to reach out to Andy before his manager did, because he deserved to have the good news come from a friend. You were a bit surprised by that, not knowing if Andy really did consider you a friend, but since it was Peter asking, you were obviously going to do it. You still had his emails, and one of them had a phone number that you had always been too anxious to use. You dug it up, tapped the number to your phone, and lingered by the green call button. Were you prepared to hear his voice after so long? You supposed the worst thing that could happen was this wasn’t his number anymore, so with that in mind, you pressed on the button.

“Ello?” Andy’s voice sounded just as you remembered - his actual voice, not the one that was Smeagle. He had picked up on the second ring, before you even had the chance to think of what you wanted to say. You were caught off guard until he greeted you a second time.

“Andy, it’s y/n y/l/n,” You said, finally. “I know it’s a bit weird to call you out of the blue like this. I have some good news though, it’s not one of those dark phone calls-”

“Y/n!” Andy said, sounding much perkier now. Almost as if he had just gulped down three cups of coffee within fifteen seconds. “I was hoping that I’d hear from you! Finally cashing in your offer of coming down for the barbecue? I never did forget about that.”

“Oh, well, not exactly,” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. You never forgot that either. There were times when you wanted to bring it up but it just seemed like a weird thing to do. You didn’t want to just throw yourself into his life like that. You thought that the invitiation was a joke, something that Dominic, the prankster of the group, had put him up to, then taunted you with that conversation. “I wanted to tell you the good news. Or rather, Peter wanted me to tell you because he thinks you’ll like it best coming from me, for some odd reason. I’ll just get on with it then, heh. The Hobbit movies are a go, and obviously, we’re hoping to have you back for the riddle scene.”

“Excellent!” Andy said, sounding genuinely excited. “That is good news! Obviously my manager will be in touch to figure out the details but I am there!”

“It’ll be nice to see you again,” You agreed. That was one of the bits that you were looking forward to. That and seeing your artwork come to life once again. It was a magical feeling, and nothing compared to it.

“So, are you good to come down this week? The weather is supposed to be smashing,” Andy continued. “Perfect timing for you to fly on over. Do you have a preferred airline?”

You don’t know how he did it, but Andy had convinced you to get on a plane over to England. You were a bit antsy as you packed your solitary bag, not knowing what you should wear to something like a family barbecue. Should you bring a swimsuit? Would that be a bit too revealing for the friendship that you had going on? Should you bring a dress or something a lot more casual, like jeans? Why was this so damn difficult?

After spending far too much time over thinking, you chose a bigger bag to bring, and packed all of the options. You zipped it up, and decided that’s that. No going back now.

The flight was smooth, a little turbulence, but the movie was good. You could have designed the sets better, you thought to yourself slightly smugly, but all in all, it wasn’t bad. It was enough to keep you entertained until you landed on British soil.

Andy himself was there to pick you up, hiding behind a hat and sunglasses. But you could make out the distinct facial features anywhere. “Hello darlin,” He said with a grin once you walked up to him, wheeling your bag behind you.

“It’s so good to see you,” You said, accepting the hug that he offered to you. To your surprise, he grabbed the handle of your bag away from you, so he was the one carrying it along. “You don’t have to, I packed light.”

“I’m honored you came at all, so let me do this,” He said. You shrugged and let him, since it seemed to mean so much. “Things are already getting set up back at home, so we’ll have to hurry.”

You were glad you brought along jeans and a nice top because that seemed to be the dress code for the casual barbecue. There were kids running around in muddy clothes, having the time of their life, adults were sitting on lawn chairs with the grass between their bare toes. It was as un-formal as it was possible to be. You were introduced in turn to each of his siblings who greeted you like you were family. It was odd but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. They had all heard so much about you from their brother, and loved the work that they had seen of yours. One of them even remarked on a drawing of yours that Andy had framed up inside of his house.

“I bribed Peter for it,” Andy shrugged when you looked to him for an explanation. “What? I told you that you were fantastic.”

“You could have just asked me,” You laughed. “I have enough spare drawings around that I could probably wallpaper your house with them.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Andy winked.

The company was amazing. You got along well with everyone, and managed to find things to talk about with each one of them. The kids were adorable, and they showed you their artwork inside of the house, pointing at it proudly. They also talked your ear off but you didn’t mind. They reminded yourself a little of you at that age - not because of how chatty they were but because of how much passion they had behind what they were talking about. The adults were all kind without being condescending in any sort of way. The food was mouth-wateringly delicious - you had no idea that Andy could cook like that. You ate so much you felt like you were going to burst, but still helped yourself to the ice cream that was passed around after. As the sun began to go down, the kids began to get sleepy and their parents began departing to take them home until it was just you and Andy, sitting in the messy backyard beneath the darkening skies.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked, slightly hunched over in his chair.

“Not at all. And notice how I kept the secret?” You teased, taking a drink of the beer that you had been nursing most of the evening. It was only your second of the day, and it seemed a perfect way to bring together the night. “You have an amazing family.”

“They thought the same of you,” Andy stated. You could feel his eyes on you, though you were looking up towards the sky most of the time. You were still too shy to look over, knowing that your feelings were all over your face. Truth be told, seeing him like this, in a casual environment surrounded by loved ones - it made you fall even harder. You felt like a school girl with a crush rather than a grown woman.

“That’s flattering,” You said with a nod, lowering your head. “Thanks for inviting me. And making me stick to it.”

“Well I wanted you here,” Andy got to his feet, and had a good stretch. He made a lot of noise as he did it, which made you grin. Old man noises, you used to call them, when your father did the same thing. He then offered you his hand. “I’m thinking about taking your drawing from the frame so you can sign it. Do me the honors?”

“I’d be more than happy,” You said, taking his hand and getting to your feet. But it didn’t stop there - he continued to hold onto your hand as he lead you into his house, which was growing familiar to you. Your bag was in the spare bedroom, and you could see the faintly muddy footprints of the kids running through the halls. He took you into the living room where your drawing was. It was one that you had done of Rivendell - one of your specialties. You remembered giving it to Peter for work, not as something to keep. You had almost entirely forgotten about it.

The frame came down off of the wall, and Andy skillfully opened up the back of it to slip the drawing out. He even grabbed you a pen and watched eagerly as you scrawled your signature in the lower corner. “There you go,” You said, pushing it back towards him.

“You always made the sets feel more like reality than fiction,” He said, taking a look at it again. You could see appreciation all over his face, and damn if it didn’t make you feel good. Fiction was something that you always wanted to make a reality, so even him saying that was just so in-tune with yourself.

“Thanks Andy, that really does mean a lot,” You nodded, sitting down on the couch. He joined you after securing the drawing back into it’s frame, and looked over at you with a smile.

“Did you have fun today?” He asked.

“The most fun that I’ve had in a long time,” You admitted. “Seriously, I didn’t know that I needed that until it happened. You have a great family - no wonder why you’re so happy all the time.”

Andy laughed at the last bit, surprising you. “You only see me happy all the time because I’m around you!” He stated, resting a hand lightly on your shoulder.

“I make you happy?”

“Of course! Why do you think I invited you here? I like being around you.”

“Enough to perhaps consider this a date?” You ventured, the little bit of alcohol in your system and the euphoria of the day had given you enough confidence to push that forward. Andy seemed a little taken aback by that, and just as you were about to tell him that you were joking, he started to speak.

“Normally I don’t introduce to my family until we’re official but I knew that you were special,” He said, a big grin spreading on his face, making him look near child-like. “But yes, I’d like today to be considered a first date. And a second tomorrow, perhaps?”

“I’d love that,” You hummed, resting back against the couch, gazing upon his face. It might be a bit soon to be thinking of the l word but - damn, you loved his smile.

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ask-shakespearehigh · 5 years

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Q&A post with the Mods!!!!

This is going to be a long one oh boy

How strict is the delineation of creative control vis-a-vis characters/plays between the mods? (@pedanticlecturer)

We generally have the plays split up along lines of “what we know”— we have a list at the very beginning of the blog. Sometimes we’ll draw the others’ characters (mostly me drawing some of Star’s…) but even then the final say on characterization is up to the “main” mod for that play — mod aster

what aster said -- mod star

What is your favorite play? What is your favorite character in terms of how they were written in the source material? (@pedanticlecturer)

I think my favorite play overall is Macbeth, just because I like the vibes (and the fact that I too could kill Macbeth), the fact that you don’t say it’s name in theatres, and the fact that it’s a play I did a full read through and analysis of in class. Favorite character? Puck from Midsummer. — mod aster

uhhhh,, hmm. ive always had a soft spot for midsummer since i saw it with aster esp bc of how fun the costumes were. of the comedies it has the largest potential to be the most visually pleasing bc of the concept of fairies,,,and im gay and dramatic so i love that. id die if i got to costume design for midsummer,,,or be in it,,,yeah. fav character. hmm. probably mercutio?? i recently saw a version of romeo and juliet where mercutio was played by a woman and oh my god it was amazing!!! not to mention mercutio’s portrayal in baz luhrmann's INCREDIBLE version of r n j!!! (I based my mercutio design on him) he just spends the entire time making dick jokes. love that. -- mod star

How do you answer asks so fast? I mean it's great but I'm impressed 😂 (Anon)

Personally, it’s a mix of: notifications on, quick drawing speed, and using the blog to avoid my class work — mod aster

aster is fast and (as you can see from all of my answers) im lazey -- mod star

Are there any elements/characters of the plays you're covering that you would have liked to work into this blog's plot, but couldn't due to the constraints of the setting or the synthetic nature of the blog? (@pedanticlecturer)

I wanted to make everyone gay but unfortunately due to plot constraints we have to have some hets but that wont stop me from making it lgbt as possible. -- mod star

I did want to make The Tempest more of a central play, but it just didn’t translate well. Similarly, other supernatural elements like the witches in Macbeth. This isn’t so much a constraint mentioned, but my own time/energy means that I want to show the Macbeth backstory, in a specific format, but I can’t right now— mod aster

Is there a hierarchy of import when it comes to each play's individualized impact on shakespeare high's general arc? If so, what plays are crucial to the foundation of the story? Which ones did you do mostly for shits and giggles? (@pedanticlecturer)

This is phrased like an ACT question and i might not answer it right so sorry in advance but: mod aster and i only selected a few plays for each of us to do given we dont know all of shakespeare’s works, but we tend to put more emphasis on the the more well known. But it also comes down to 1. How much we have plotted out for each play and 2. What the followers ask about most. Our two most popular are hamlet and macbeth bc people are familiar w those but around march caesar always becomes relevant again. I didnt even have designs for some of the characters until someone asked about them. -- mod star

I would say the same as star— it generally comes down to what people ask about. I will say that the overall plot is sort of separated into “has happened” and “is happening”. Like, the human potion of Midsummer, Julius Caesar, and Macbeth are all in the “aftermath” portion, while Twelfth Night, Hamlet, and Romeo and Juliet, among others, are happening. We’re trying to incorporate as much as we can, and I don’t think any of them were really put in without some thought.— mod aster

What personal significance does shakespeare hold in ur guys' lives? (@pedanticlecturer)

I go to a theater school rn and so ive dealt w shakespeare (although not all of them) it also helps that i was in loves labours lost last year as moth and that i read hamlet and r n j. Theres also a theater in my state that always does One Big Shakespeare per season and they always do them super well!!! My love for shakespeare probably started w seeing midsummer at that theater w mod aster!!! So. Theater kid rights!! -- mod star

To be honest, I got back into Shakespeare Because of the blog. I’ve been friends with some people that got really Pretentious about Shakespeare, and it kinda put me off of it. I did have a book of abridged plays (the plays’ plots written out in prose, basically) that I read as a kid, which is what got me into not only the plots of a lot of the plays, but also the idea of having them illustrated. And, same as star, the theater in state does the One Big Shakespeare— and they tend to do some really cool things with the costumes, setting them in diff time periods. I haven’t been able to see any lately since I’ve moved, but they still slap. — mod aster

🥰😘💙🥰🥰💜💟🥰I 😍💗💚😍😍LOVE🖤🖤 YALL ♥️♥️🧡💛💚💝❣️💕💘💖💗💓💞💝❤️💛💜 okay now i have a question i swear— how long have the two of you been doing art??? and what were your first shakespeare plays??? (@hellaghosts)

Uhh i started drawing when i was like idk 12 and i have the giant boxes of sketchbooks to prove it!!! I moved to digital art at abt 14-15 but mostly stayed traditional until this yr when i got a Neat New Tablet so some of my sketchbooks are sitting abandoned rip. My first shakespeare was either romeo and juliet or midsummer nights dream and i love both of them v much!!! I have a very old piece of art that i did for r n j for my freshman class assignment on it and it hasnt aged well alsdjfjafd circa 2016 i think??? -- mod star

Oh man. I started drawing when I was about 10, but it was Bad. I don’t think I got much into drawing again until I was about 14? Sometime around the end of middle school/beginning of high school. I would say I started getting into drawing as more than doodling/coloring edits sometime around 2015-16? I would draw on my iPad with my finger, then I got a tablet for my computer, and now I pretty much stick to my iPad with an Apple Pencil. My first Shakespeare play was….. uh…… probably Midsummer???? I have No idea. We would go to plays when I was little, so I honestly don’t remember if I saw others before. It may have been Romeo and Juliet— I had that book where it was the original and the “modernized” with the little dog that explained things— which, if you know it makes sense, but if you don’t is probably a bonkers answer. — mod aster

Do you think this blog has like? An overarching thesis (be it b/c intentionally or simply b/c ur own take on the world has bled thru to the point where u believe it’s central to the piece at this point)? (@pedanticlecturer)

Not gonna lie, I had to read that like three times AND dm you to figure out what you were asking from us and all I have is “be gay, respect women, write your own happy endings”. — mod aster

This blog started with an ides of march shitpost and you think we have enough brain energy to write a whole thesis? I projected feelings of found family onto my half of the blog but idk if that counts. Be gay do crime 420 69 -- mod star

What’s the nature/rough dynamic of ur relationship? How do y’all know each other? (@pedanticlecturer)

Met mod aster when i was like 4 and even tho we didnt live close we became like, best friends although the Best part didnt start until we were like 13-ish and eventually we talked like non stop (about anime and homestuck. Yknow. 13 year old kid things) and we didnt see each other a lot bc of Distance and now its even worse bc aster is in colleg.,e but we consider each other siblings regardless of family bc we’re adopted into our own respective families so that bled over into our friendship and it would feel weird calling him anything other than my brother now. We’ve seen each other at our best and worst and if you really want a good insight on what we’re like as siblings watch griffin and justin mcelroy’s overview video of catlateral damage wherein i am griffin and he is the long suffering justin. -- mod star

Star is basically my long distance sibling and functionally the only cousin I recognize bc like their parents are basically an aunt and uncle and like our dads look enough alike that we’ve both accidentally gotten the wrong dad for a hug or similar so like. Anyways yeah Star is the Griffin to my Justin, complete with our absent middle brother who we love dearly— mod aster

Dubiously relevant q but what kind of music do y’all listen to when u do art (if that is indeed a habit either of u partake in) (@pedanticlecturer)

It can depend on the piece? I was working on some (unrelated) oc prints that were song-focused, and for those I just listened to said song on loop. Sometimes I have playlists. Sometimes I’ll just be in a Mood and throw a song on loop. But a lot of time for the blog, I’ll listen to The Adventure Zone for the billionth time, because I have Too Much Attention. I’ve also, on request from Star, linked the most recent “loop song”.— mod aster

I tend to obsess over the same like 3 songs every few weeks so those get listened to on repeat but it also depends on the tone of what im drawing or who im drawing i might genre switch bc of that. If im drawing ophelia i stick to lana del rey and if im drawing hamlet its the neighborhood, horatio is sufjan stevens etc. i have categorized,. Most of the characters i draw into different songs/genres/energies of music but not like i ever follow that. Sometimes i just pull up a really long nonsense video and forget to draw. Essentially: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ -- mod star

How’d y’all come up with ur pseudonyms? (@pedanticlecturer)

I love space so much and my main blog is starryeydsailor space gay rights!! Im also tiny and full of energy and bright so basically i;m star -- mod star

Uhhhh i was like “hey i want to do uhhhhhh flower?” And then I google searched flower names until I found one I liked —- mod aster

How did you end up deciding the rough timeline of events in canon? (@pedanticlecturer)

It’s mostly determined by like. How we choose per story? If that makes sense. Like, we just take story by story, and decide “is it happening, has it happened, and when?” And then we fit them together in relation to each other just by dint of. All existing at once. Like, I knew I wanted Macbeth to be in aftermath, because like, even though there’s no murder, the way I’ve translated it to the AU is still kinda heavy, and it’s something that I don’t know that I could do properly if it were happening right now. Also, it’s more interesting IMO to have them at different times. Tl;dr we wing it per story and slot them together— mod aster (mod star agrees I just can word better, in theory)

If you could tell the story of shakespeare high in a different format than an ask blog, would you? Obviously y'all are making very good use of the format, but would you want to write this as a animated series or like? a comic book? or is the form inseparable from the story? (@pedanticlecturer)

I kinda wanted to do a webcomic or maybe to plot develop through like, animatics but the element of surprise comes from the asks we get and really makes us think so the blog is a good start. We didnt think we’d get this far -- mod star

Pretty much what Star said— there are certain elements where it’d be neat to do as a comic or as an animatic. Like, the fantasy dream is like, an anthology webcomic of each story, where you can like, see other characters in the background and stuff. But to be honest, we develop a lot by what we’re asked— there was a post about developing worldbuilding by being asked questions and then pretending you’ve thought about the answer, and it’s not far off. Personally, it’s hard to just lay out a story, because I have a whole WORLD and what’s relevant? What are people interested in? It’s by getting questions that I can then focus in on an area to develop. And yeah, we Super didn’t think we’d get this far lmao — mod aster

Any headcanons about your characters that you don't think will ever come up on the blog through asks or plot posts? (@pedanticlecturer)

I could make a whole separate post for this!!!!! Mostly its voice headcanons (and by mostly i mean like 1 or 2) or relationship hcs!!!! -- mod star

Honestly same. I don’t think I have voice headcanons for mine, though I bet I could find some. I’ve got a bunch of miscellaneous headcanons that just kinda float around, but like they’re scattered, too numerous for this post, and also not always things I’m sure are canon yet.— mod aster

#mod post #mod aster #mod star #q and a #birthday #we cant seem to read more AND tag so like brb gonna go kill god

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lovewrm · 6 years

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playride headcanons (with minor deere...)

i lied this is basically an entire fic but it’s written in headcanon format so uh just take it (also this all takes place post-squip)

also might delete this later bc it’s barely edited so! like and reblob!! @the-mangoos-n-craem

ok so a few months after they start dating christine and jeremy both start to realize they are uh maybe not straight

and they basically come out to each other like “so i have something to tell you” “me too!” “ok you go first” “no that’s fine you go first” “well i’ve been questioning my sexuality..” “ME T O O!!”

and while they are both very relieved to tell each other that they realize after a few more days that they don’t really feel a romantic connection and break up

jer realizes that while he still loves christine he had a crush on the idol he made her out to be, not the actual person

chris remembers her trepidation to date jerm in the first place bc it didn’t feel quite right.... but it was what everyone expected her to do and she’d figured she’d give it a shot

so basically the breakup is v mutual even tho jeremy’s thinking he might be bi while christine’s unsure but thinks she might not like boys at all???

eventually christine convince’s jeremy they should go to the gsa at their school together

acting with her usual pizzazz but in truth v nervous bc what it they don’t accept her? she doesn’t even know who she is what if she’s not really queer? etc

so anyway they go together after school and IMMEDIATELY christine notices brooke

not that she could miss her since brooke’s sitting at the front of the room next to jake, her copresident of the gsa — but gosh if chris wouldn’t’ve noticed her anyway because wowowow that soft blonde pixie cut and kind smile are just. overwhelming. and for a minute christine stops worrying about her orientation and just thinks, “i’m so fucking gay”

and brooke’s not fairing much better because their high school gsa isn’t all that big so she has to see christine, and she’s trying not to look at christine, because if she does brooke knows she’ll notice the cute gap between christine’s teeth that shows when she laughs (at jeremy, usually), and how shiny her hair is, and that oh my god she’s actually wearing a barette how cute can you get. and fuck if brooke doesn’t know all too well how she falls into love all too fast, but still. still.

and finally the meeting begins and of course brooke pays no mind to the way christine fidgets with her friendship bracelets while whispering to jeremy. nor does christine take note of how beautiful brooke’s deep, calm voice is.........

the second the meeting let’s out christine yanks jeremy away “we need to talk RIGHT NOW”

jeremy: “what!??”

christine: “wait so didn’t you used to date that girl?? the one with the blonde hair sitting next to jake????? i need info NOW also did you see how gorgeous she was because w o w”

jeremy: “oh. uh. that’s funny because uhh. sorry um didn’t you used to go out with jake? he’s.... pretty......”

christine: “ohmygod jER HAS A CRUUSHH”

jeremy: “hhshHSHJDFSDH SO DO YOU!!”

meanwhile brooke and jake are having similar gay crises (crisises?)

brooke: “and did you see how gorgeous her eyes were, that beautiful dark brown color, like, mahogany or some shit like that—”

jake: “yes yes i get it brooke you’re a huge lesbian—”

brooke: “pansexual”

jake: “yes sorry pansexual but jeremy’s hair was so cute and swoopy im—”

brooke: “i wouldn’t trust jeremy with my dead goldfish, that cheating bastard. you should stay away from him.”

jake: “I wouldn’t trust you with the goldfish either brooke, that’s why it’s dead. and anyway, who told you it was even jeremy’s idea to cheat, huh? chloe?”

brooke: “...”

jake: “that’s what i thought.”

ok settle down you two

anyway...... you can bet there’s lots of Useless Gay Pining™ in gsa after that

lotsa longing glances followed by quickly looking away when you make eye contact

brooke casually mentions that she’s trans one meeting and even though she knows chris will be cool with it (bc she’s not an asshole ya dig) she’s still a bit nervous,,,,,,

not to worry ofc, next time brooke looks in christine’s direction she’s beaming at brooke with pride and understanding and affection and brooke thinks she might faint dead away (and when chris sees brooke notice her she does too)

they finally exchange numbers even but still “as friends” because christine’s mostly used to guys asking her out and going along with it since she doesn’t know what else to do. and brooke — well, with guys she could flirt well enough, but girls? she doesn’t even know where to begin

help these shy babes

OK SO FINALLY!!! jake helps brooke to work up the courage to ask chris out “and what about you jakey boy what’s your master plan to get with jeremy huh??” “...mumble mumble” “what’s that i hear — SQUAK— a.. chicken? — bawkbawkbAWK”

brooke chooses flowers from her own garden for christine and spends so much time picking them out,,,, she loves plants so much but chris maybe even more

she goes to the play (which christine is starring in of course..) and afterward approaches her and gives her the flowers

“hey um wow you did so great in the play!! like really amazing! and you looked so pretty in your costume and... and i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out with me sometime?”

christine is shocked and,,,,,, a little teary mayhaps

wow

and of course she says yes!!

hooray

and so there is lots of holding hands in the hallways

they like playing with each other’s hair

brooke braids christine’s, chris makes flower crowns for brooke out of clover flowers

hand kisses!!!

cheesy couple halloween costumes

christine as a queen and brooke as a knight but chris has brooke’s helmet and sword and brooke has christine’s crown and scepter

chris makes them do lots of musical ship cosplays but brooke doesn’t mind at all bc she’d do anything to make her girlf happy plus dressing up is fun

the kind of old fashioned ‘50s dates ppl like to reminisce (you know the ones i mean — milkshakes at dinners, black and white movies, etc) except they talk about intersectional feminism and heteronormativity and sci-fi (which brooke LOVES by the way) and also how gay they are for each other

sometimes just ordering sushi and rewatching star wars together is enough and that’s fun too

flip this is a lot longer than i expected it to be but yeah!! have this playride fluff i love them both so much

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archasquirrel · 7 years

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Holy crap that's a ton of sketches OTL These aren't even in any order I just, squeezed them in the thing where they would fit ._. Uhh hERE WE GO: left to right, top to bottom. Hopefully brief explanations help x_X #1 A concept of what Annabelle and Kelly's (her roommate and friend) bedroom might look like. I really don't know what made me sketch it, I think I was just trying to help myself envision it or something. #2 The coloured one- sort of greenish blue and has the crayon-like outline, was an old project for school: design a hostile alien species. I actually did quite a bit of backstory for them and stuff but yeah I didn't write it down so half of it's lost lol. Anywho, I also added a possible weapon they might have used. #3 The small, smooth-outlined sketch above the alien is a headshot of Krauss: Cobalt549's Dragon Age: Inquisition Qunari. I really love how he looks in game and can't stop trying to draw him and his magnificent horns. #4 A small chibi of Brooklyn, mostly for color palette purposes tbh. Done on Clip Art, actually. #5 Weird headshot of a cat/feline. I was practicing fur and just didn't want to edit it after that stage. #6 Basic concept of what Brooklyn's late husband, whom has no name atm that I'm aware of. I actually kinda like it, so there might not be many edits to him xP #7 A small profile headshot I did a while back, dunno who it's supposed to be tbh. Had no motivation to finish it or nothin, plus I liked the sketchy hair. #8 (To the right of alien dude's foot) Cobalt549's design of Call of Duty: Black Ops 3's Spectre. C: #9 A quick little sketchy thing of Brooklyn staring off into the beyond as usual. #10 Small little sketchie of Crowley and Annabelle being so far out of character it's unbelievable. I.. I really messed up their faces smh #11 (all five animal headshots) Concept of my story Claws That Kill's main characters. Or well, some of them are secondary I guess. Ye, I'm still working on that o3o;; #12 (the dark-lit mouth and cat) Dimmed color palette of Claw for that Coma Baby PMV MAP Part I did recently. Not his actual colors, just a sort of thing for his scars and to keep things consistent. #13 Another dimmed color palette, this time of Dogfang (plus a mouth), again for the Coma Baby thing as stated above. #14 (to the bottom right of the Claws That Kill headshots) Another Crowley and Annabelle sketch, slightly more accurate to their... Personalities and such?? I hope lol. #15 Full body of Krauss, Cobalt's DA;I character. Gosh I love that dude so much. #16 Another old school project to create a dinosaur. I think my subconscious was thinking "Bearded Dragon". #17 Three characters I adopted from Cobalt ages ago, (Led, Gry-Gry, and Jester(?) ), in a more recent style. #18 (top right of the abovely mentioned sketch) A very very quick doodle of Krauss and Iron Bull (Dragon Age: Inquisition) that I found a little funny. #19 (bottom right of one above the above mentioned sketch) Idk what I was doing, I think explaining clouds at night or something, but a night sky that I didn't wanna delete xD #20 A smoking Deacon (Fallout 4) who's sunglasses aren't yet colored. I used references for this one of course. #21 Quick Leafpool sketch + color for that PMV MAP I did, Bitter and the Sweetness. #22 (top right of Leafpool) A dragon headshot, remake of an old drawing I did, but this time it's Leo. #23 (bottom right of Leafpool) Nick Valentine (Fallout 4) attempt o3o;; #24 Another Bitter and the Sweetness MAP reference, this one of Mothwing. #25 Concept of what my dragon character Leo's body anatomy would be like #26 An old one this, Ryamond Reddington from The Blacklist. Was gonna digitally paint this one but nahh xD #27 Okammmii. Yes hello this is that person who's still drawing emo Wolf's Rain art lol. For real though, Okami getting just absolutely destroyed on a Noble's airship. #28 A quick concept of Terrice's new style \o/ I lacked blonde characters and my red-heads were starting to pile up oops. #29 (top right of Terrice) Cobalt and I's Fallout: New Vegas character, Soloman! C: I'm really happy with how we designed him eee #30 An eventual reference for my Skyrim Khajiit OC, Cocoa (I think that's what her name was??). Idk bout that tail heh. #31 Squirrel, in her hoodie, in the rain. Heavily inspired by Simple Plan's "Singing in the Rain". #32 A very non-worked on sketch of Brooklyn and Deacon. I legit was just not even near completion to that sketch. The sketch of the sketch as I call it lol. Idk what's going on, but something's caught Brooklyn's attention. #33 Constellation profile, flying in the skies and roaring his heart out. Dunno if I mentioned before but Cobalt named him. sta.sh/01lghmy8b4x8 (couldn't thumbnail this oops) If any of this is confusing, feel free to ask about any of them ;o; These aren't even all my sketches smh. Figured I'd put them all here should I decide to delete some in the future because I forgot what they were lol. Art, Annabelle, Kelly (mentioned), Forgotten, Alien, Brooklyn, Brooklyn's husband, Ahzim, Blade, Gwenbah, Zamasully, fox, badger, Claw, Dogfang, Dino design, Jester, Gry-Gry, Led, Leo, Okami, Terrice, Cocoa, Squirrel, Constellation (c) ME Crowley, Supernatural (c) Eric Kripke Doctor Who (c) BBC, Russell T. Davies/Steven Moffat Krauss, Rabbit Spectre design (c) @cobalt549 The Iron Bull, Dragon Age (c) BioWare Spectre, Call of Duty (c) Treyarch (??) Starclan's Omen, Claws That Kill, Soloman (c) @cobalt549 & me Leafpool, Mothwing, Warriors (c) Erin Hunter Deacon, Nick Valentine, Fallout (4, New Vegas, all that jazz), Skyrim (c) Bethesda Raymond Reddington, The Blacklist (c) Jon Bokenkamp Wolf's Rain (c) BONES Gravity Falls (c) Alex Hirsch

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buckygirl-fanfiction · 7 years

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Sparks Chapter 8

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from avengers team

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Bucky and y/n have a almost moment at the Tower’s Halloween party. But, they are interrupted with news of a potential bio-attack in Time Square. It’s up to y/n to disable the bomb and save the city.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

October 31, 2015

y/n’s POV

“Well, what do you think?” I say as I walk out. It’s 7pm and Bucky is outside my office waiting for me to change into my costume for Tony’s annual Halloween party. Tony has an annual party for literally everything, I suspect it’s a coping mechanism because everything around us is literally going to shit. Hey, if a party makes him forget that there is an active Hydra mole still in the tower then i’m down. This year i’m going as the infamous catwoman, red lipstick, skin tight black leather, black stiletto boots and all.

“Wow,” Bucky stands there wide eyed and staring at me. I guess that’s a good reaction. I’ve been working nonstop these past two weeks since Bucky and Steve got back with their intel. I was in charge of decoding the scientific data they got off the drives in Chad. Tony briefed me partially and told me that some information had been “found” and that he wanted me to run through it. So far i’ve put together pieces that revealed some form of bioterrorism. But, Tony still didn’t trust me enough to keep me in the loop about the mole hunt. However, I was still in the loop thanks to Bucky. The only downside the loop didn’t consist of much, other than what we already knew. Somebody inside the tower was passing on information.

“What do you think boobs au natural or pushed up,” I ask Bucky. Now that’s a question you can only ask your best friend.

“Ummm, uhhh.” He stammers a little, “well it depends is it for, uh, dancing, or umm.” He’s cut of when Wanda walks down the hall towards us.

“Come on we’re going to miss out on all the fun!” she says, “everybody’s already up on the roof.”

“What do you think?” I turn to Wanda pushing my breasts up a little.

“Yeah definitely go with the push-up,” Wanda says and I walk back into my office to put on my bustier bra. “Oh, Bucky. Bahini is looking for you. She’s upstairs waiting. I’d go up there before she starts doing body shots off someone.”

“Oh. Right… Well umm, i’ll see you guys up there,” Bucky says before awkwardly walking down the hall towards the elevator. He’s wearing a ‘nerd costume’. When in reality, he just borrowed a white lab jacket from inventory and put white tape around the middle of a pair of old square black glasses. Props go to him for making the best last minute costume.

“You look uncharacteristically slutty today,” Wanda says.

I walk out my office and give her a spin, “I know. Dean said he is coming tonight,” I say. “So I thought I might you know get a little frisky.” I wink at her.

“Dean the cute weapons guy?” Wanda asks as I fix my hair.

“Yep,” after checking my reflection for the last time I grab my phone and say, “let’s go.” Upstairs everyone is dressed up, drinking, and dancing. Wanda herself is iconic Wonder Woman. I spot Cho sitting across on the other side of the roof dressed up as a bunny. It’s uncharacteristically warm for late October and everybody is enjoying the late afternoon breeze. Wanda and I make our way through the crowd of people socializing towards Cho who’s sitting next to Steve. “Wow,” I say sarcastically looking at him. “And I thought Bucky’s costume was last minute. Great effort,” I say to Steve who is basically wearing one of his old red, white, and blue tactical suits.

“Hey,” he says “I give the people what they want.”

I spot a streak of orange fly past behind them, beyond the roof. “Well I see Tony’s having fun.” Wanda says.

“He pulls that thing out for every occasion,” Steve says shaking his head in disapprovement. Tony is in his iron man suit flying around the roof gathering the attention of spectators all around.

Bucky walks towards our group with Bahni by his side and says, “Hey, you know Bahni.” She’s wearing the stereotypical slutty nurse outfit. How stereotypically Bahni I think to myself.

“Hello,” she says to everyone at our group. We break out into casual conversation and laugh and drink. She’s actually a cool person I think to myself. I’m glad to see Bucky is finally breaking out of his usually reserved shell with her. After about ten minutes I spot Dean and I excuse myself from the group and walk towards him.

Bucky’s POV

I watch y/n as she walks across the roof towards a tall man in a ridiculous Clark Kent Superman costume. I’m inclined to keep an eye on her for some unexplainable reason. The group is still talking to Bahni about office gossip or something along those lines. Bahni’s great I think to myself. What are you doing Bucky? Focus on the girl right in front of you I think to myself. But, I can’t help it. My eyes occasionally drift back to y/n and the man she was flirting with across the roof. I think his name is Dean. y/n told me they had coffee once. The rest of the night passes by an y/n brings Dean over to the group and introduces him to her friends. He is the stereotypical arrogant scientist type, way too smart for his own good. Around 10pm I make the mistake of drinking a little too much from Thor’s stash. The group has now dispersed. y/n and Dean are dancing and Bahni is somewhere I don’t know. Steve and I are sitting on the barstools watching the entire scene.

“So, Bahni is a nice girl,” Steve says.

“Yeah,” I say absentmindedly still looking off in the distance watching y/n and Dean dancing. What am I doing? I question to myself.

“So is y/n,” Steve says following my gaze.

“Stop.” I say cutting him off before he starts again.

“Alright. We just think you guys are good for each other.” Steve continues.

“We?” I say turning my attention towards Steve.

“Well yeah, Cho and I, were just talking about it,” he says looking guilty of partaking in gossip.

“So, WE are a topic of conversation now?” I ask curiously and a little annoyed.

“Uhh, no. I just mean.” Steve says trying to play it off.

“I’m gonna go find Bahni,” I say before walking towards the other end of the roof. It’s quieter on this side. Just the catering crew buzzing around. I lean on the guard rail and look down to the street which is just a faint grey line from so far up. What am I doing I think to myself. y/n is a great friend. I can’t just all of a sudden bring feelings into this. That’s unfair to her. Maybe if I take a breather for a second these misplaced feelings will disappear. Just like that, perfectly on cue y/n walks towards my corner of the roof and leans against the stone edging.

“Hey,” she says looking at me. “What are you doing over here all alone?”

“Just thinking,” I reply vaguely.

“So, what do you think about Dean?” she asks bumping her shoulder against mine. She’s almost as tall as I am when she’s wearing heels. Just a couple inches shorter.

“He’s alright, I guess,” I reply.

“Alright?” she repeats curiously.

“You could do better.” I say simply. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking.

“Well, he’s better then the coffee guy,” she says laughing playfully bumping my shoulder once again.

I turn around to face her. The alcohol making me a little bolder than usual I move my face closer to hers. I’ve never been this close to her. I smell her perfume, it’s sweet and floral and fills my lungs. I look down at her lips which are deep red, the color of blood. Then, I bring my eyes back up to meet hers. She looks at me quizzically, but doesn’t move away. For the first time in a long time I get a moment of clarity. Our faces are on the same level and i’m so tempted to lean down and kiss her.

y/n’s POV

Bucky’s face is so close to mine I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I don’t exactly know how much time we spend standing like this, but the next thing I hear is Steve’s voice from behind me. “Uhh, Buck. Sorry to interrupt but we have a situation.”

Bucky reluctantly pulls back away from my face to look up at Steve who is standing a couple feet away. “What?” he says in a semi-annoyed tone.

“There’s a bomb in Time Square.” Steve says. Now that broke whatever alcohol induced spell Bucky and I were under, like a bucket of cold water being poured on us.

“What?” I say shocked.

“We have to go now, Tony’s in the briefing room.” Steve says. Bucky takes another look at me sighs and says, “Stay safe.” He walks away leaving me at the corner of the roof alone. Once again left alone to worry. I think to myself is it worth it? To have my happiness so contingent upon another being? He flies away every five minutes to put himself in danger and save the world and i’m left here wondering if he’s going to come back.

I walk back towards the party and dancing people. I notice most of the agents are missing and sigh I worry about Nat and Wanda. I spot Bahni completely obvious to the situation taking shots and laughing with her friends. I envy her just a little. Dean is surrounded by a group of young eager looking interns. I see Cho sitting alone at the bar and walk towards her. I guess she’s been ditched too.

“Steve told me,” she says equally disoriented.

“I didn’t know,” I say. I always suspected something between them but I wasn’t sure until now. If he thought she was important enough to be honest with clearly there was something going on between them. “It’s been a couple months,” she says looking off into the distance. “We weren’t ready to tell anyone yet.”

“I see,” I say as she confirms my suspicions.

Bucky’s POV

Most of the main team members are in the briefing room along with some trusted tactical agents. Tony’s A.I. program intercepted the intelligence and had alerted him. Most of the staff still haven’t been notified since we are still in the process of a mole hunt. Nat and Clint look at each other worried. I don’t usually see Nat worried. Steve is already in his tactical suit ready to go and save the city. Tony is typing away at his keyboard. Sam is on site already providing some live video feed. Apparently it’s a explosive designed to disperse a neurotoxin. Tony is trying to hack into the wireless detonator along with a blond woman sitting next to him. Tony stands up from his screen after five minutes and sighs. “I can’t disable it, but I know what it is,” he says. He turns to Nat and Clint, “The wireless detonators signal is coming from a warehouse in Queens.” Almost on cue both of them nod their heads and exit the room going to check it out. Leaving Steve and I alone in the room with Tony and the blond woman, Sharon Carter. “Where’s Dr. y/l/n?” Tony asks.

“Upstairs,” I say. Then ask, “why?”

“She’s the one decoding the scientific intel we got from that base in Chad.” Tony answers. “I need her.”

“I’ll get her,” I say making my way back to the door. I don’t want to bring y/n into this. But lives are on the line. When I get upstairs I find her and Cho sitting, looking quite depressed, leaning against one of the bar setups. I tell her whats going on and lead her downstairs to the security floor. Cho follows despite my protests.

When we enter the room Tony sees Cho and before he can say anything Steve says, “They know.”

“They know how much?” Tony asks narrowing his eyes at us.

“Everything,” I answer in Steve’s place.

“Wonderful, does anyone know what the word classified means these days?” Tony yells. “It means don’t tell your girlfriends.”

y/n’s POV

I ignore Tony’s quip and proceed to say, “What’s going on? Why do you need me?”

“Remember those files I gave you to review. The prototype plans we found for the bio-bomb?” Tony says exasperated. “Well looks like it’s more than a prototype now.”

I walk over to the computer screen eyes wide open and look at the live video stream of the bomb. “I can’t do it from here,” I says looking at Tony. “I have to be there.”

“Alright.” Tony says looking down at me. He turns to Bucky and Steve, “get her there.”

“She’s not a field agent,” Bucky says looking at me. “I’ll go, just tell me what to do and i’ll disable it.”

“I can handle myself,” I say looking at him a little angry at his lack of trust in me. What the hell… does he think I can’t do my own fucking job? I thought he was more evolved than that… He walks back and forth for a second. Steve and Tony look at him waiting for a response. What am I an asset? I don’t need permission to do my own job and time is running out. “Are you serious right now? This is completely irrational.” I walk up to Steve and say, “Come on let’s go I don’t feel like dying tonight along with all of New York.”

Steve looks at Bucky for a second, sighs and says, “let’s go.” I follow him out of the room. Bucky doesn’t say a word instead he walks out behind us.

…

We’ve split up, I’m in a subway tunnel somewhere under Time Square with Bucky. Steve is following us through another parallel tunnel making sure no one is still lurking around. Bucky hasn’t said much, other than communicating out location with Steve. “What, do you think i’m incompetent?” I say finally breaking the silence.

“y/n it’s not that” he says still in his nerd costume carrying a large gun. It’s dark and the only light comes from a flashlight i’m carrying. Subway tunnels are disgusting. I hear the occasional rat running away and smell god knows what. My heels click on the cement, i’m careful to avoid the tracks.

“What is it then?” I ask still annoyed at Bucky for not supporting me earlier. I don’t need a man to control me or protect me for that matter. I can do both just fine myself, thank you.

“It’s irrational,” he says.

“What?” I ask narrowing my eyes at him.

“I didn’t want my best friend in danger alright. I know you can handle yourself, I know you’re strong, and I know you’re good at your job.” He says stilling looking straight ahead. “I just didn’t want to bring you into this.”

Alright, I have to admit that, that was sweet. But just because it’s sweet doesn’t mean he gets a say in what I can or cannot do, “That is irrational,” I say back simply, but in a less angry tone.

“You’re coming up onto the main chamber,” I hear over the com in my ear. “It detonates at midnight, You have 45 minutes. Make it count Dr. y/l/n.” Tony says over my earpiece. We walk into a lit underground corridor. Sam is inside along with two large construction lights illuminating the large device. It looks almost identical to the prototype blueprints I was studying. Minus a few minor changes. I kneel in front of it and Sam hands me a large metal box. I open the box filled with tools and begin to unscrew the device and take it apart slowly and carefully. I admit, I’m a little scared. But, I push the fear back and continue to do my job. There’s no time for fear when it comes to living life.

“y/n you’re cutting it pretty close here,” Sam says buzzing behind me. The timer counts down, 15 minutes left. I’ve taken apart the main structure all that’s left is removing the neurotoxins and explosives. I can’t disable it but if I take out the ammunition and dispersal agents then there would be nothing left to detonate.

“Shut up,” I say to Sam who won’t stop pacing behind me. “Hand me the orange box.” He passes me a large orange briefcase and I open it. I slowly remove each vial of neurotoxin from inside the device and place it inside the briefcase locking it. “Get this out of here,” I say to Sam.

“3 minutes y/n,” Bucky says impatiently behind me.

“I know, Shut up for a second,” I say before disconnecting some of the wires connected to the detonator. I get up when there’s about 30 seconds left on the clock. “There,” I say. The timer continues to count down. “Are you sure,” Bucky asks and I give him a look that says don’t question me. Just as I turn my back and walk towards the exit I hear a beeping noise and it startles Bucky.

Bucky’s POV

There’s a loud perpetual beeping being emitted from the now gutted device. y/n is walking towards the door. It’s going to blow, is my first though. Pure instinct kicks in and I throw myself over y/n shielding her. We both fall to the floor and my hands are on either side of her head, my body completely on top of hers. I close my eyes praying my body offers enough protection and y/n survives the blast. The beeping continues then stops. “I’m curious,” I hear y/n’s delicate voice say from under me. “How would closing your eyes help in a blast?” I open my eyes and look down at her, then up at the device’s timer which is now stopped at zero. I sigh and roll off of her. She did it. “I told you, I disabled it,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Never doubted your ability,” is all I can manage to say.

“Ahhh!” She screams and leaps up from the floor. I leap up right beside her with my weapon raised pointing it in the direction of her gaze.

“What?” I say pointing my gun at the floor at nothing other than a huge sewer cockroach.

“Gahhh!” she says shivering and running behind me for cover.

“Seriously?” I say. She’s not scared of murdering maniac super villains or weapons of mass destruction but she’s scared of bugs.

“Can we just go, I hate bugs.” She says shivering again. She pulls me by my metal biceps to the door. “Gahhhh so gross,” she says shaking herself off. I hear the click of her heels against the pavement as we walk through the empty subway tunnels back up to civilization. It’s so rhythmic and calming.

…

y/n’s POV

Back at the tower the party is still going on. Most of the team members are back up on the roof again blowing off some steam. Tony is the only one missing along with Agent Carter. They are probably shifting through the warehouse in Queens and the remnants of the bomb. I told Tony I’d take it apart first thing Monday to see what information I could get. Steve and Cho left already, but Nat and Wanda are still up there laughing and having drinks like we weren’t about to be blown up just hours ago. I guess they live in the moment, they have too with the lives they lead. Every moment could be their last. I wonder if Bucky lives in the moment. Is that what he’s doing with Bahni I think. I watch them across the roof talking. I’m a little tired and I decide to call it a night. I get up chug down the last of my drink and make my way to the elevator. I walk inside and down the stairs leading down to the top floor where the elevator is. Half way down the stairs, I hear Bucky’s voice call me. “y/n!” I look up and find him standing at the top of the winding staircase. “Leaving so soon?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “I’m kind of worn out.”

“Oh,” he says I can almost hear disappointment in his tone. “Well i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks, “for our run.”

“Yeah 11?” I say back.

“Yep,” he replies and then we part ways. I walk back down and towards the elevator. It’s getting colder outside and some of the party guests have wandered inside to the top floor. I think back to earlier in the night. When Bucky and I were alone in the corner of the roof. He leaned in, I swear he leaned in. Maybe he was just drunk I think to myself. Even if he weren’t what could that mean? Maybe it doesn’t mean anything; Maybe he was just living in the moment. Some part of me wonders what would have happened if Steve hadn’t interrupted us. Some part of me is too scared to ask the question. I shake the fear off and attribute the entire incident to a little too much drinking and the aura of the party. I get on the elevator and before the doors shut I see a arm stick in, a metal arm, and the doors open again.

“Hey,” Bucky says getting into the elevator with me. “I’m hungry wanna get something to eat?”

“Yeah,” I reply surprised that he came after me. “What about Bahni?”

“I told her it was getting late and I was tired,” he says. I raise an eyebrow at him, “Which is true we did just save an entire city.” He says.

“So where do you wanna go?” I ask.

“That Diner with the giant pancakes?” he asks.

“Diner it is,” I reply.

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