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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Best Friends Forever

Summary: Your best friend finally has you back after all these years, tied up on his bed and ready to learn your lesson.

Tw: nsfw, non-con, slight mention of blood, threats, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk, cursing, infantilization, possessive behavior, patronizing behavior, overuse of petnames, slight dom vibezz

You knew your boyfriend was a lost cause, an addict so gone he would have done anything for a fix, but you never expected him to stoop so fucking low.

You had woken up in a suspiciously familiar place, laying on sheets oh so soft, puffy and white you simply couldn’t mistake the bed you were on. The walls were painted in black and blue, a combination so deeply engraved in your mind you couldn’t shake off the feeling you weren’t trully conscious, but dreaming of a happy yet distant memory of the past. It took you less than a second to realize you were in his room - the one where you had spent so many joyfull sleepless nights back in your youth. The relief was short - lived, though, because the moment you tried to move around, you became aware of the tight rope keeping your sore limbs tied to the wooden bed frame. After a while of twisting and thrashing around while screaming at the top of your lungs for help you finally heard the door open. You hoped you would at last be able to go home now, still desperate to believe this was merely a prank, a way for your junkie of a boyfriend to scare you into giving him money.

“There is no use trying to escape the bonds, my little love.” His voice emited through the small room, low, smooth as butter and softer than ever. You tried to lift your head and catch a glipse of the person talking, just to make sure you weren’t imagining things or going insane. And there he was in all his glory, the boy, no, the man you knew well looking so different from how you remembered him, but still it felt impossible not to see the many similarities - from the unruly dark curls to the warm gray eyes that used to be your only guide during times of misery and pain. This was none other than your childhood best friend and you had absolutely no idea why you were tied to his bed. “Oliver, why on earth am I here?” You asked as soon as the initial shock had worn off, completely forgetting to address the weird petname the student had called you.

He smirked slightly before crossing the distance keeping him away from you, and carefully sat down by your left side. He reached out to stroke your cheek in an affectionate way, his fingers lingering for a moment too long for it to be considered a mere platonic gesture. You tried to turn your head away from the warm touch since it made you feel uncomfortable and left you with so many new questions. “I missed you so much, precious.” Oliver took a deep breath and smiled at you, gently moving your jawline so you had no choice but to face him once again. “I was so happy when that disgusting piece of shit you call a boyfriend offered you to me.” The man bent to your shoulder-level and whispered in your ear, his tone so full of sick satisfaction you could swear there was honey dripping from his mouth. “I paid a lot of money to have you back, sweetheart.” He licked his lips in an obscene, suggestive way and you had to supress the sudden urge to vomit as you finally remembered exaclty why you had stopped contacting your best friend once you had started college. The boy used to be clingy, obsessive even, but you could have never guessed it was that bad.

“Oliver, please untie me, you are scaring me.” You pleaded in a tiny voice, hoping to summon what was left of the goodness he had tucked away deep in his heart. In response the male only chuckled and shook his head as he placed a small kiss against your neck, causing you to shiver in discomfort and disgust while you were mentally debating whether you wanted to kill him or your ex boyfriend first. Soon your spiteful thoughts were replaced by panic when your captor brought his hand to your t-shirt and started unclasping the small buttons one by one. You couldn’t help but turn red from embarassment the moment you felt your nipples harden under his palm and you became painfully aware you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. Your former friend had your tender breasts exposed to the cold air in a matter of seconds, his terrible fingers already pinching and pulling at the erect tips. “You have such pretty tits, darling.” He said huskily while squeezing your boobs, licking and biting the stretched skin. You hissed in pain and squirmed in a desperate attempt to move away but the rope was holding you in place, tightening around your sore injured wrists even more.

“I have wanted you for so long, angel.” The student admitted quietly, his stormy eyes fixed on yours, his stare so intense it could burn a hole through you. “Tonight I will make you mine.” Oliver declared with a clear sense of confidence and claimed your lips in a quick rough manner, muffling your pitiful whimpers like a man starved and hungry for flesh. The forced kiss and his deranged words made your stomach turn but something in his longing gaze told you there was a lot more in store. The guess, much to your horror, was soon confirmed when the dark - haired male reached down between your parted legs and easily slipped your panties down to your ankles. With your last bit of protection gone you felt awfully vulnerable, literally naked in front of the beast too keen on the past to see how much he was hurting you right now, in the present. You wanted to scream the second his fat grabby fingers pried your folds open, but choking on your desperate sobs proved easier at that moment.

“Aww, don’t cry, angel.” Oliver growled playfully and slid his index into your tight entrance, quickly adding a second one before you had the time to adjust properly. “I have to prepare you, baby, otherwise my cock may just tear you apart.” He remarked in low sickening voice, the excuse too crude and vulgar to be an act of caring. You whined as your walls clenched down tight now that there were three fingers stretching your hole, and you berely managed to utter “too full” before your friend pulled you for a deep kiss again, his tongue devouring your mouth, leaving you breathless and queit while sucking in the sweet pained moans. “You can take it, babygirl.” The man groaned against your swollen red lips and grabbed your hips in a strong hold - you were sure there would be purple bruises there tomorrow.

Eventually, after half an hour of pushing his fingers in and out of your channel, lapping at your neck and leaving wet love marks all over your collarbone, the student was satisfied with his work. He had turned you into a whimpering mess and was ready to thoroughly enjoy the fruits of his labor, whether you liked it or not. “I am going to put it in now, precious.” Oliver pecked you on the cheek just to lick the salty trace of tears off your puffy skin. “I will force my whole length in your perfect little pussy.” Your captor bit your sensitive earlobe and you broke down in tears like a kid, the threat ringing in your ears like the gospel. “This might hurt a bit so I advise you to stay still and relax, baby.” The way the man continued casually, almost cheerfully, as if he wasn’t about to brutally rape you, made your skin crawl, but there was nothing you could do. You were all tied up, powerless to stop him. Suddenly, without any warning, his hard thick member entered you, piercing pain spreading through your whole body. The student panted in pleasure as soon as he thrust his manhood into your heat, the way it sucked him in leaving him high and blissful. You let a few miserable whimpers, the ache too much to bear, his moves too harsh, sudden and deep.

“Don’t give me such a-agh tormented expression, my love.” Oliver quickly shushed you by putting his hand over your mouth and pressing down to prevent any noise that might have escaped. His gaze was lustful, insane, but also loving in a twisted, perverse way. “Fuck, I love you so much.” He muttered, his voice gentle for a split second before going back to being taunting and mocking. “I used to be so angry each and every time you dated another guy, another asshole who was only after your body.” The man was rambling now, his face turning red at his own vicious thoughts, his growing anger reflecting in his cloudy pupils and his painful thrusts. “You always chose them over me like a stupid little bitch ...” He whispered dangerously and lifted your body towards his own so you could take his hits even deeper, so deep that you could feel the tip of his member kissing your cervix. “Well, now you don’t have a choice, angel. I have claimed you and I will keep you here forever.” You were crying out in agony, your pussy clamping down around the enormous length slapping again and again against your core. It burned so bad you wished you could dissapear somewhere far away just so you could have a moment of relief. “Oh, sweetheart, I know it hurts, but it’s almost over, you can take it for me, right?” The male cooed at you, switching back to that disgusting, infantilizing baby voice you had already grown to despise. When you failed to respond he gripped your throat, squeezing so tightly blood rushed to your cheeks and you inhaled sharply though your mouth only to feel the suffocation cut your breath short. “Answer me.” He barked through gritted teeth and you nodded frantically, desperate to gasp for air and cling onto dear life.

“Good girl.” Your former friend purred, pleased with your obedience, and let go of your neck, grabbing your hips instead. You coughed and drooled pathetically until you managed to resume your breathing, but the man, still buried deep inside you, seemed too caught up in chasing his own pleasure to notice how badly he had hurt you. Fortunately for you Oliver was really close, that much was obvious by his furious shoves at your abused cervix and his low growls each time he lowered his head to kiss you. Soon he came with a loud moan, painting your walls white, your ruined hole dripping with his seed and your blood.

Your captor seemed satisfied afterwards, peaceful in a way - there was a small smile adorining his cold lips as he wiped the tears off your face and squished your bruised body against his strong frame in a tight hug. You bit your tongue to stop the tears from overflowing once again, but to no avail. He let you sob in his arms until there wasn’t liquid left in your red, puffy eyes.

“You did very well, my love. I am really proud of you.” Oliver kissed your temple gently, resisting the temptation to graze you all over again with his lips, tongue and fingers. “I will help you clean up, then I will fix you some nice dinner.” He murmured in your ear, tickling the heirs on the back of your neck with his warm breath. “Doesn’t this sound good, baby?”

You closed your eyes and nodded slowly.

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Stark Spangled Banner

Stab Me In The Front Part 2: Knives Out, Bitch.

Intro: Katie heads out to speak to Harlan, and encounters Ransom for the second time in as many days. It ends about as well as the first time…

Warnings: Bad language. SMUT (NSWFW)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: I love these edits again. Well played, @angrybirdcr

Part 1

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Katie groaned and fluffed up her hair in front of the floor length mirror. She’d chosen a simple long sleeved, turtle-necked grey woollen jersey dress teamed with a black belt, black tights and knee high tan boots wanting to appear smart yet casual for the setting at Harlan’s mansion. But for once it wasn’t her outfit or appearance that was causing her anguish.

“Have you decided if you’re gonna mention the whole Ransom thing?” Steve asked as he wandered back into the bedroom munching on another piece of toast from the tray of breakfast items they’d had delivered earlier.

Katie snorted and locked yes with him in the mirror. “Oh yeah, can you imagine? Mr Thrombey, your grandson is an asshole. In fact, he isn’t just an asshole he’s the asshole, he’s America’s asshole…”

Steve chuckled as he dropped onto the bed “You might not have a choice if he’s already told him what went down.”

“You mean how you threw him over the bar?” She raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward to check her make up. Steve dropped his head and sighed.

“I’m sorry but, well I’m not having anyone speak to you or about you like that.”

“Well, I think we both know your alpha male display turned me on just a little.” Katie smirked at him, and he grinned as he recalled how things had taken a very steamy turn when they’d gotten back to their room before he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I really hope I haven’t screwed anything up.”

“If Harlan had heard and was going to cancel he would have done it by now. I’ll just go and see what happens.” Katie turned round and stepped into the space between Steve’s legs and his hands gently gripped her hips.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

“No, I’m okay.” She smiled, dropping a kiss to his mouth, her hands resting on his shoulders. “I’ll text you when I’m there and then when we’re done.”

Steve smiled, he was pleased she was feeling happy enough to take herself, this was a big step in her healing process.

Even if he knew he’d be on tenterhooks the whole time she was gone…

“Alright.” He nodded. “I’m gonna go exploring, see the sights.” “Captain America playing tourist.”She grinned and he chuckled slightly, his hands sliding down to gently squeeze her ass.

“When in Rome.” he shrugged, “Or this case Boston. By the way sweetheart, your ass looks great in this dress.” “What is it you say to me?” she laughed, her hands sliding round to remove his from her rear, her fingers lacing into his “It’s all yours, baby.” “Damned right.” He practically growled as she turned and headed into the sitting room area of their suite. Steve followed her, leaning on the doorframe and simply watching as she shrugged on her pea jacket that was resting over the back of the sofa. She picked up her laptop, checked her bag and wrapped a scarf around her neck.

“Walk you down to the car?” Steve asked, and she turned to face him smiling.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

****

The drive out to the Thrombey mansion was actually very pleasant. Katie enjoyed the scenery as she drove and soon enough was pulling up the large, tree lined drive and came to a halt. She stepped out, grabbed her bag and took in the mansion in front of her, giving a low whistle. It appealed to her love of all things old fashioned and gothic. Old and red brick, surrounded by scenery and stone figurines it was exactly the kind of home one would expect a Crime author to own.

She text Steve to say she had arrived and was safe and as she made her way towards the door, two large German Shepherd dogs bounded towards her. She paused for a second, allowing them to sniff at her, their tails wagging and she bent down, scratching one behind the ears.

“Oh aren’t you handsome boys!” she grinned, as she continued to pet them.

“Excellent judges of character, too.” a female voice said. Katie looked up to see a dark haired woman stood on the steps by the front door.

“They’re gorgeous.” Katie beamed, straightening up. “I’d love a dog but, well, we don’t really have time for one.” “I can imagine your line of work is a little hectic.” the lady smiled as Katie approached “I’m Fran, Mr Thrombey’s house keeper.”

“It’s nice to meet you Fran, I’m Katie.”

Fran smiled and stepped back to allow Katie to step through the large, wooden doors which opened into a huge hallway, which was grandly decorated just like something straight out of one of Harlan’s books. Katie looked around, taking it all in, before Fran spoke to her again.

“Mr Thrombey is finishing off a call. Can I offer you a drink whilst you’re waiting?”

“I wouldn’t say no to a coffee.” Katie nodded, removing her scarf. Fran took it from her, along with her coat and hung them up on a stand by the door before she gestured for Katie to follow her. They walked down a hallway which was lined with dark, panelled wood that opened up into a large, kitchen diner.

“How do you take it, Mrs Rogers?”

But before Katie could respond, the dogs outside began once more to bark, only this time Katie could tell they were agitated. Fran gave an audible sigh, and the source of her frustration was evident as the back door blustered open.

“Oh shut the fuck up!” a familiar drawl was yelling back over the grounds and Katie felt herself stiffen slightly. Ransom barrelled into the kitchen from the mud room, his open tan coat flapping behind him. There was a multi-coloured silk scarf hanging around his neck and he was wearing a blue sweater which was slightly frayed on the hem, a far contrast from the sharp suit he had been dressed in last night. He cast his eyes around and stopped dead, a snarl playing on his face.

“You?”

There was a pause and Katie sighed, summonsing every single bit of professionalism “Good morning Mr Drysdale.”

Ransom snorted “Mr Drysdale now, that’s not what you were calling me last night was it? I was a self-entitled dick, wasn’t I?”

Fran gave a snort which she hastily turned into a cough and Ransom shot her a glare.

“Well in my defence you did call me a hooker.” Katie shrugged, taking attention off the housekeeper.

There was a moment of silence before Ransom broke the stare he was giving her and turned back to Fran.

“You got my cookies, Franny?”

“In the usual cupboard Hugh.”

“Hugh?” Katie frowned. “I thought your name was Ransom.” “It is.” Ransom, or Hugh said as he made his way to a cupboard and pulling out a packet of Lotus Biscoff. He leaned against the counter and popped one in his mouth, eyeing Katie up and down. “Only the help call me Hugh.”

Katie couldn’t help the disdain that crept across her face at his tone. He really was an insufferable jerk.

“Really? Hugh to the help and Ransom to others?” She looked at him, “What do the dogs call you?”

“I dunno, go ask them. I mean you do speak dog don’t you, being one?”

“Wow did you think of that all by yourself?” Katie rolled her eyes at his childishness “Guess your time at Harvard really served you well.”

“How did you know I went to Harvard?” He frowned.

“Isn’t’ that where all the spoilt little, trust fund babies go?” She smiled at him. Truth be told she’d had FRIDAY look him up the previous night but she wasn’t about to admit that.

“Yeah and where was your brilliant education then?” He shoved another cookie in his mouth.

“Oxbridge.” She shot back. Ransom paused, arching an eyebrow.

“What are you doing here anyway?” He said after a moment, clearly unable to think of anything smart to say about her choice of University.

“Mrs Rogers here is the Owner and CEO of Stark Independent Publishers and they’re going to be publishing The Colour of Revenge.” A deep voice said from the doorway. Katie turned to see Harlan walking into the kitchen, his eyes fixed on his grandson. “And whilst she is in this house on my invitation she is a guest, so you could do well to remember your manners.” Ransom looked at him, blinked, then threw his head back in a huge roar of laughter. “Wait. You have your own company, and you’re using another to publish your next book?”

“Yes Ransom, that’s correct.”

“Oh that…that is fucking priceless!” Ransom continued to laugh “I can’t wait for you to tell Walt.”

Now Katie was utterly confused. There was clearly some fucked-up family dynamic at play, and she was even more puzzled when Ransom stepped towards her, offering her a cookie from the packet.

“You poisoned them?” Katie looked at him, and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m eating them ain’t I?”

“Fair point.” She shrugged taking one “Thanks.” “You’re welcome, Sweetheart. Anyone that helps piss off my shit head family can share my food.” He said, and with that he blustered out in as dramatic a fashion as he’d entered, his laughter following him down the hall.

“You should be honoured.” Harlan turned to face Katie “He doesn’t normally give those out, they’re his favourites.”

“Yeah, without meaning to speak out of turn he doesn’t strike me as the type to share.”

Harlan chuckled and crossed the room, holding out his hand. Katie shook it, smiling. “It’s a pleasure to meet you finally Mrs Rogers.”

“And you too Mr Thrombey.”

“I told you on the phone, please, call me Harlan.”

“As long as you call me Katie.” she shot back and he nodded.

“Sure I can manage that, Fran, dear, we’ll take the drinks in my study.”

“Of course Mr Thrombey, I’ll bring them through.”

Katie followed Harlan out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry about my grandson.” he looked back at her

“Don’t be. We err, we actually met last night. He was in my hotel bar…”

“Let me guess, you didn’t particularly get on then either.” “There were a few words traded, yes.” Katie nodded, before she sighed, deciding to be honest. “Actually, there were more than words traded. Steve, my husband, kinda got in a bit of an altercation with him. I was a little worried you wouldn’t want to do business if you had heard about it.”

Harlan chuckled as he led her down the corridor and to the right. “If I refused to do business with everyone Ransom had pissed off I’d have a problem. But that aside, he hadn’t mentioned it. Although, I haven’t seen him since he stormed out of here yesterday after a disagreement with his mother and his cousin. He likes to flounce does Ransom, he has a flair for the dramatic. If you don’t mind me asking what did he say to you?” Katie explained as they walked, Harlan letting out a groan.

“On his behalf, I apologise.” He shook his head, opening a door and allowing her to step into the large study.

“It’s fine, I gave as good as I got.” She smiled and Harlan laughed.

“I don’t doubt that for a second Mrs Rogers” He closed the door. “Now, please take a seat and we can talk business.”

**** An hour later Katie was feeling a lot more at ease. Harlan was an easy man to talk to. He was firm, but fair, and as such had approved the cover designs, and accepted all but 6 of the amendments the Editing team had proposed to this manuscript. As a result, she was feeling a lot more confident about the pitch regarding her Charity idea, knowing full well that he wouldn’t simply dismiss the idea was spurring her on.

“So as we agreed Mr Thrombey.” Katie said, sliding the first piece of paper over to him “Your royalties on the print edition will be 9% of the cover price for the first 5,000 copies, 10% on the next 5,000 and 12% thereafter…and for the E-book edition 25% of the sales revenue. You can see from our forecasts what we anticipate this will bring you.”

Harlan took the paper and gave it a quick glance over before nodding “How have you come up with the forecast sales numbers?”

“We based it on your last 3 novels, plus the level of pre-orders we have had. And, without wanting to sound too big headed, SIP attracts a lot of attention given who…” she felt herself blush slightly “Who I am so we tend to make a lot of sales on the back of that, which to be fair in this case isn’t a bad thing.” “In this case?” Harlan frowned at her.

“Yes, errr.” She swallowed again, shifting slightly “SIP is donating 100% of its revenue on your book to charity, although we haven’t made that public yet. I wanted to talk to you about it before we release anything to the press.”

“Charity?”

“Yes, several to be exact. We’re going to split it across organisations that help victims of sexual abuse, rape and other violent sexually motivated crimes.”

“That’s very commendable.” Harlan leaned back in his chair “And I take it that’s because of the subject matter?” “That’s one reason.” She nodded, hesitantly.

“And the other?” The old man pressed, his hands steeping together in front of his chin as his elbows rested on the large mahogany desk.

Katie hesitated, before she bit her lip and took a deep breath as she looked at the man who was studying her intently. For some reason, she felt she could trust him so decided to tell him the whole story. “It’s fairly well known that last year I was missing for a number of weeks but the circumstances were never revealed. In reality, Harlan, I was, erm, held captive.” She paused to clear her throat “I was taken by an organisation who thought by torturing me I’d reveal certain information to them, information I didn’t actually have. When the usual methods of interrogation failed, well, I’m sure you don’t need me to fill in the gaps.”

Harlan’s face softened and he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry to hear that, I truly am.” “So yeah, there’s an element of it being personal in there.” She swallowed. “I didn’t know myself that half of these support charities existed until a year ago and to me it’s more about the awareness, that people who find themselves in the position I did understand that there are people out there to help.”

Harlan nodded “How do you intend on using the book to do that?” “Well, with your permission, ”Katie said, turning her laptop round to face him, to show him the various mock ups she had produced, “I’d like to include a foreword in your book, a little bit about why we have chosen to do what we are doing, so that everyone who buys a copy sees it. You have a huge established audience Harlan, and that kind of publicity is just something that no amount of money can buy. I’d also like to include a tagline about how the proceeds will be helping people in the advertising material and on the front cover.” “Will you be writing the foreword?” Harlan looked at her.

Katie nodded. “You’ll of course be sent a copy before it is finalised to ensure you’re happy with it.”

“I think it’s a wonderful idea.” Harlan smiled “I’m happy to be part of it. And in light of what you’ve said, I’d also be happy to wave my royalties and also donate those to the cause.”

“Oh, no, that’s not…” Katie began to protest but Harlan shut her down.

“I don’t need the money.” he shook his head “All I ask is that you make it work. You clearly have a passion about this Katie, and for good reason. Frankly I’m blown away by the courage you’ve displayed here today by telling me this. There are a lot of people out there in privileged positions that could take a leaf out of your book my dear.”

Katie felt her eyes misting over and she blinked, looking away. Harlan passed her the box of tissues and she took one with a weak laugh.

“Sorry.” she smiled “I’ve just, well, no one knows what happened bar my inner circle so to speak.”

“It won’t go any further.” Harlan looked at her “I can assure you of that” Katie smiled, before she looked at the man, and her smile slid into a cheeky smirk. “Seeing as I’ve been honest with you, can you be honest with me?”

“Of course.”

“You have your own Publishing company, they’ve done all of your books for the last 25 years. Why have you chosen SIP for this one?”

Harlan sat back, sighing before he gave her a small smile “Because for the last 25 years my son has done nothing but ride on my tails. He likes to give Ransom a lot of stick for simply living off my money but he is no better. You see, I set the publishers up so he could make something of it, I didn’t expect him to simply sit there and use my books alone. Thought it was time he had a wake-up call.”

Katie gave a grin “I see now why Ransom was so amused.”

“Yeah, Walt won’t be best pleased…” Harlan said, “He’ll be even less so when he realises I’m giving my royalties away on this completely. Now, please permit me one last question before we finish.” “Sure.” “You’re the owner and CEO of SIP.” She nodded.

“Do you always visit potential authors or is this visit purely down to the fact this book means something personal to you?”

“There is that, and, well, honestly? I’m just a huge fan of your work.” she grinned “Owning and running your own business should have some self-indulgent perks after all, right?”

They spent 15 minutes or so tying up the final bits and pieces before Harlan walked her to the door, helping her into her coat.

“It’s been a pleasure.” He smiled, shaking her hand again.

“Same here.” she grinned “And thank you again. We’ll be in touch when we’re ready to go to press. It shouldn’t be too long. I’m hoping to hold the big launch early in November. Maybe hold some charity event, I’ll let you know.” “Of course, anything I can do to help…”

There was a pause as a loud engine sounded and they both turned to see a vintage silver BMW skid to a halt on the driveway driven by Ransom. He climbed out, his long legs stretching in front of him as he glanced over to the pair of them.

“I see he’s been out for his usual lunch appointment.” Harlan remarked. “Such a hard life.”

Katie laughed and with that she headed down the steps towards her car.

“Leaving so soon?” Ransom asked as she passed him.

“Work is done for the day so yeah,” she shrugged

“If you have all that money, why do you bother?”

Katie stopped and turned to him. “Because I’ve never had it handed to me on a plate.” She replied, honestly “One thing my brother instilled into me was that you have to work for things in life. Yes, I’ve had opportunities that most people wouldn’t but I’m eternally grateful for those and do this to prove that.”

“And the Avenging?” He asked. “Humour me, I’m curious.”

“I like to help people. It is what it is.” She shrugged.

“Putting your life on the line to help people with no thanks.” He shook his head. “I don’t get it.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” she shook her head, “But, I just remind myself that for every one person that’s like you, there are a hundred other people who actually deserve it so…” “Eat shit.” Ransom drawled, rolling his eyes.

“Fuck you.” Katie’s usual insult flew off her tongue easily, and she inwardly groaned knowing full well she’d given him an opening. And sure enough, the anticipated response came her way.

“If you’re offering.”

“Oh, believe me Mr Drysdale, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last person on Earth.

“You wouldn’t be doing much sleeping.” he smirked, “And you’re forgetting something.”

“Oh pray, do enlighten me.” She said sarcastically. “You’re the one that mistook me for your husband, sweet cheeks. I’d say you must find something attractive about me.” “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re nothing like him.” she turned towards the car

“Oh, are we playing spot the difference?” Ransom chuckled and she gave a bark of a laugh and spun back to face him. “Your eyes are completely different, your jawline is nowhere near as square, your smile…well is it even a smile or are you suffering from trapped wind? I’m not sure and don’t even get me started on your hair.” She arched an eyebrow “Frankly my Stevie has more sexual appeal in his little finger than you have in your entire body and as for that lousy sweater you’re wearing…” “Ah, yes, you’re a sucker for spangly lycra…”

“It’s a mix of Tevlar and a patented material my brother developed actually, but that’s by the by.” Katie shrugged “When he fills it out as well as he does I can’t help but want to be a sucker if you get my drift.”

“More than happy to help you out there darlin.” he winked. “I bet you’ve never kept a woman longer than a night have you?” Katie shook her head.

“Sometimes they don’t even last the night.”

“Oh, I can believe that, I’d run too.” she nodded. “Why would anyone want a jumped up little trust fund baby like you when they could have a real man between their legs?”

Ransoms face instantly slid from the playful, teasing smirk into something slightly darker and much, much angrier.

“You jumped up little bitch.” He spat, his voice laced with venom as he moved closer to her. She held her ground, looking him up and down, simply raising an eyebrow as his voice grew in volume. “If I wanted you, I could have you. It’s that simple.” Katie felt her nostrils flare. After everything she’d just talked to his grandfather about, was this asshole seriously insinuating what she thought he was?

“You know what?” She stepped forward, glaring up at him.“That’s the problem with people like you. You think you can just take what you want without the consequences. Well I got news for you, Hugh, that isn’t how it works.”

“Oh get off your fucking high horse!” Ransom bit back, his voice loud as he shook his head “I’ve had enough of your sanctimonious I’m better than you bullshit.” “I am better than you. But then again, that’s not saying much as frankly I think you’re one of the most despicable people I’ve ever met, and trust me that’s saying something.” She looked him up and down once more, giving her best contemptuous glare before she turned on her heel.

“Now you listen to me,” he said, grabbing at her arm. In a flash she had twisted out of his hold and swept his legs from under him, putting all her body weight behind the movement, spinning and throwing him straight over her shoulder in a move she had learnt years ago from Steve. With a hefty thud and a yell he hit the floor, landing on his back. She knelt on his chest, her knee digging into his sternum, heel of her palm pressed straight against his windpipe.

“When I said yesterday I’d taken down bigger men than you I meant it.” she glared at him “Touch me again, and I’ll kill you myself before Steve gets the chance.”

“Get..off..me…” he snarled, but she didn’t move, instead she pushed on his throat a little harder, causing him to gasp for air.

“They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree but in this case, well, you’re about as far removed from your granddad as you could get. How he ended up with such an appalling little shit like you as a grandson I’ll never know.”

With that she stood up, leaving him to take huge gasps of air as she turned to see the dogs careering down from the grassy banks surrounding the house, barking as they ran.

“Mother fucker!” she heard Ransom’s yelling as she picked up her bag her hands shaking slightly as she headed to her car. His yells were coming thick and fast as she walked, quickly. “Oh you son of a BITCH! You just pissed ON MY COAT!”

She turned to see Ransom aiming a kick at the dogs, missing them both completely. She couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of the man desperately trying to escape and get up off the floor. Something then caught her attention and she glanced up slightly to see Harlan was stood on the balcony of the house, a mug in his hand watching the scene play out. He raised the mug in her direction before taking a sip and strolling back in his house.

As she passed Ransom’s silver vintage BMW, which was parked by the Porsche SUV she had hired, she hesitated slightly before she reached down her boot and pulled out the small combat knife she had kept concealed there. With a quick flick of her wrist she sent it flying into the rear passenger’s side tyre of Ransom’s car.

“Knives out, bitch.” She grinned to herself before she unlocked her car, settled in the driver’s seat and pulled away.

****

“Baby, that’s amazing!” Steve said, looking at her across the table as she finished telling him all about her afternoon. She’d driven straight to the small Italian Steve had said he had found and they were enjoying an early dinner whilst Katie told him about her meeting. She’d been completely honest about everything, what she’d said, how she had felt…well, almost anyway. Ransom hadn’t cropped up in their discussions yet, thankfully.

“I know, it’s better than I could have hoped.” she smiled, chewing on her ravioli. “I mean, the amount of money and publicity it’s gonna generate is off the scale!”

“I’m proud of you.” he said gently. She beamed at his praise and took a sip of her wine. “I take it then the whole Ransom thing wasn’t an issue?”

Ah crap, there it was…

Something flickered across Katie’s face and Steve frowned. ”What?”

“He err, he was there.” She looked down at her food, pushing it around her plate a little “We had…words.”

“Words?” Steve pressed.

“Yeah, at first he was fine. Even gave me a cookie, long story.” She waved away his questioning glance “But er…well we had a bit of a heated discussion on the driveway as I was leaving. He grabbed my arm and…” “He did what?” Steve nearly exploded and the table next to them turned to look at him.

“Shhhh” She hissed “It was nothing, besides, I floored him with that nice little over shoulder drive you showed me. Then when he was down the dog pissed on his coat.”

Steve was torn between his desire to rage about the fact the man had dared to lay his fingers on her, and laughing at the image he had of Ransom’s coat being soaked in dog piss. Eventually the laughter won out as he gave a small chuckle and leaned back in his chair.

“Wish I’d seen that.”

“Oh and I left a knife in his tyre” she shrugged, taking another bite of her food. Steve’s eyebrow raised.

“A knife.”

“Yup.”

“You took a knife with you?”

“Down my boot.”

“You know, you scare me sometimes.” Steve arched his eyebrow, taking a drink of his beer.

“I scared him.” she laughed “You should have seen his face.” Steve changed the subject then, not wanting to discuss him anymore. Whilst he was still pissed about the asshole in general, he was beyond pleased to see that she wasn’t phased by it, in fact she seemed excited about the entire thing. The meeting had gone well, and that was the most important thing to him. That she’d gone in the first place, especially after being so frightened.

They talked about where Steve had been, the sights he’d taken in and he promised to show her a few of his sketches when they got back to the hotel room, except that kind of fell along the wayside as no sooner had they gotten into the room they were pawing at each other like a pair of hungry, horny school kids.

As a result, Steve was found himself led on his back on the bed, Katie’s lips trailing his skin, from his collar over to his neck. He let out a soft sigh and Katie grinned as she moved back to look at him. His eyes were dark, full of desire and he watched as her head moved down his body, her soft fingers pulling the waistband of his boxers down slightly as she kissed across the bottom of his stomach, just on the V of his abdomen, where the thin strip of hair that led from his belly button down to his groin lived. He was aroused, desperate to feel her mouth on him, but as she trailed her tongue across his skin, she got as low as she could without actually touching him there. He let out a groan, his hips bucking slightly and she stopped, glancing up at him.

“Want something, Soldier?” she smirked, repeating the words he had said to her the other morning and he looked down at her lidded eyes which were sparkling with mischief.

“You want me to beg?” he asked, his voice gravelly “Because I’m not above that.” She let out a grin and decided to take pity on him. As her hot mouth took him in he let out a hiss, his head falling back against the pillow. One hand fisted in the sheets besides him, the other settled in her hair, fingers tangling into her soft waves as her head moved. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, teeth grazing gently as she took him deeper, twirling her hand around the base of his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” he keened and felt her smirking as she continued her ministrations. It was so good, it was almost torture, and every time his hips moved she stopped, giving him a warning look.

Fuck, he loved it when she took control like this.

Eventually, when he could feel his stomach starting to tighten he gently pulled on her hair. “Baby,” he groaned, “get up here. I’m gonna lose it if you keep doing that.”

With a grin she released him with a pop and crawled up his body, her breasts dragging against his naked skin before she straddled him, and lowered herself down, taking him in completely. Her head lolled back slightly as he bent his knees, allowing her to lean back against his thighs, hands resting on her hips as she began to move. With every roll she made, Steve was actively fighting his release, but it was becoming increasingly harder. His hand moved between her legs to stroke at her bud, and she let out a gasp, shuddering slightly.

“Don’t stop…” she cried, “Please, Stevie…”

His strokes became quicker, and with the hand that still grasped her hip he pulled her down onto him harder as he thrust upwards, driving into her as much as he could. He felt her shudder slightly before she gave a loud, broken moan as her orgasm swept her away, and he was right with her, his hips faltering as his eyes flickered shut, his entire body stiffening before he relaxed backwards and Katie felt forwards onto his chest. She gave a soft hum of satisfaction, her face burying into his neck as his fingers trailed up her spine gently.

“Okay?” He asked when he had finally caught his breath, she made a noise of affirmation unable to summon the power to speak at that point in time. Steve gave a chuckle and moved his head, nudging her face with his nose. She looked at him for a moment before she gave him a soft kiss.

“Stevie.” She hummed gently as he pulled away to look at her. “We left the restaurant without desert.”

He arched an eyebrow at her “Seriously, you’re thinking about food now?” “Yeah, I got a hankering for something sweet.” “I’m not sweet enough?” He pouted.

She laughed “Not unless you’re hiding a pecan pie somewhere…” “Room service?”

She grinned and nodded, rolling off him. “Oh, and order a bottle of champagne.” “Pushing the boat out?” he said, shuffling onto his side so he could face her.

“When have I ever needed an excuse to drink fizz?” she looked at him.

“True.” he said, brushing her hair off her face before he leaned in for another lazy kiss.

“And then, when we’ve finished that I’ll let you draw me a bath.”

“Oh, you’ll let me draw you a bath?”

“Yup?”

“What’s in it for me?” “You can scrub my back.” She smirked, her hand sliding up his chest. “Oh well, when you put it like that, how could I possibly refuse?” He rolled his eyes as she laughed.

Steve grinned back at her. Frankly, the idea of spending the entire evening locked in the hotel room with her, drinking champagne, bathing, no doubt a bit more fooling around was fucking heaven in his eyes. Giving her one last, soft peck on the lips he reached over for the phone to ring in their order.

**** “You’ve done WHAT?”

Ransom smirked as his mother screeched across the room her almost unintelligible ramblings being punctuated by yells and protests from Walt. His grandfather had just revealed to them all that not only was he using a different publishers for his next book, he was also donating his royalties to charity after discussions with the Stark bitch, or Rogers bitch as she was called now. Naturally Meg thought it was a great idea, but then she would. Ransom didn’t give a shit either way. He just found watching them all arguing like they were doing utterly hilarious.

“Cookie?” he asked, offering the packet across the coffee table.

“No I don’t want a fucking cookie, you asshole!” Walt glared at him.

“Wow” Ransom mouthed, smirking.

“Ransom, enough.” His mother shot and he looked at her.

“What did I do?” He laughed.

“You’re being deliberately obtuse!”

“I haven’t said a word.” He sniggered “And I don’t plan on doing either. It’s the old man’s money. If he wants to give it away, so be it. I am curious though.” He leaned forward and looked at his grandfather. “What did she say to convince you to part with it?” “It wasn’t what she said so much as what she did.” Harlan answered after a moment’s thought, not wanting to betray her trust “Her company is donating their profits from what she openly admitted would be their biggest earning book to date. Says a lot about her don’t you think?” Ransom cocked his head to one side and shrugged, as the arguing once more began.

With a snort he stood up “Well this has been emotional, we should do this again sometime.” he said, “Grandfather…”

Harlan waved him away, none of the others paying him a blind bit of attention. He grabbed his dog-piss ruined coat from the chair he’d thrown it against, making a beeline for Fran in the kitchen, ordering her to get it dry cleaned as soon as she could. He then headed out to his car, and stopped dead as he noticed the rear tyre was flat.

Cursing he bet to take a closer look, and noticed the knife that was expertly placed right in the middle of the tread at near the bottom and despite himself he gave a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“Well played Mrs Rogers, well played.”

**** Part 3

**Original Posting**

#stark spangled banner #steve rogers #Katie Stark #knives out #ransom drysdale #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers fic #steve rogers smut #chris evans #chris evans characters

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olivyh · 3 years

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Into Wonderland Chapter 3: Octavinelle Part One-

Does anyone know how to do a dropdown thing? I feel bad about these posts filling up a chunk of the tag ;;;; Also sorry for the spam! I’m trying to publish what I already have done so I can finish it quickly!

They choke on sand that fills their mouth, sputtering and coughing as they gag. Seagulls screech ahead, diving into the water that crashes just a few feet short of their feet. Mc groans, rubbing their head as they look around. They seem to be at the bottom of a rocky cliff, at a beach.

About as far from the Savanah they'd been since they got there. They stand and look around frantically. Dread filling their gut as tears prick at their eyes.

"Nonono-" They mutter, pulling at the tunic they were gifted by Leona just hours ago. "Leona!" They yell, choking on their tears. This can't be happening again- They think hopelessly. "Jack!" They scream, running along the shoreline, hoping to find a way to get on top of the cliff, hopefully they'd see all the beastmen standing there and scolding them for doing something stupid again and- I'm never going to see them again. It's just like what happened in Wonderland. "Ruggie!" They choke out with a harsh sob.

"Ten years!" They yell to nobody in particular, hoping that whatever deity that keeps doing this to them will hear and start counting their days. "Ten fucking years! I was only in Wonderland for a day and a half! But ten years?!" They groan, doubling over and letting all their emotions out via screaming at seagulls, the ocean, and an unfortunate crab that might crawl by.

"Hey-" They gasp hearing a teenage boy's voice behind them. They jolt, Savanah instincts kicking in and making them accidentally bitch slap the blue haired boy.

"Oh my gosh I'm so so sorry-" They run over to the boy, who nurses his red cheek with his hand, wincing. "I'm just lost and something happened and I woke up here- Deuce?"

Laughing sounds from the top of the shore bank, and the two of them look up to see a redhead boy laughing to the point of tears and pointing at the blue haired boy. "Ace?"

That makes both of them stop in their tracks. "How do you know my name?" Right, world switching logic.

"Uhh- I knew someone back where I'm from with the same name and you look alike-" They decided to leave out the part where they both had rabbit ears.

"Right..." Deuce interjects. "Anyways. I'm Prince Deuce Spade and this is my advisor, Ace Trappola-"

"Oh my god I just slapped a prince-" They gasped, hands flying to their mouth. Ace laughs.

"Eh kinda helped me out there. You have no idea how many times I want to hit this guy but I can't-" Barking interrupts him from going on any longer. They turn their attention to a white wolf standing on the bank. Is that-

"Oh! And that's Jack!" Deuce introduces them. "Normally we're not allowed to have pets at the castle but I found him when he was a pup and took him in-"

"Thats because you don't have to clean up after him-" Ace mutters.

"Jack..." They smile, glad to at least see a form of their companion of the Savanah. Thinking of the beastmen feels like a knife to their chest and they gasp, tears trickling down their face.

"Hey! Hey!" Deuce is at their side in an instant as they apologize and wipe at their eyes with the backs of their hands. "What's the matter? Did- Did we say something?"

They shake their head. "It's not- it's not that. I just- I'm from really far away and I- I might never see my friends again, at least not for a long while," Jack walks up to them and nudges against their leg, allowing them to pet behind his fluffy ears. They laugh weakly, more tears streaming down their face at the familiarity.

"Jack reminds me a lot of one of my friends so I guess that got me-"

Ace and Deuce stare in shock, Deuce being knocked out of his trance before the former. "I-I'm so sorry-" He stammers before pausing for a moment.

"Hey, why don't you come with us on a trip?"

"What?!" Ace shouts.

"They're clearly upset about being away from their friends!" He defends the stranger. "Besides, we're going to see the neighboring islands and they might know something about where they're from-"

"But it's a stranger! They could try to kill you!" Ace groans.

"Jack trusts them-" He points to the dog, who still happily accepts Mc's head pats, bushy tail wagging behind him.

"He's a dog!" Ace groans as Deuce leads them across the beach. They walk for what feels like forever with the two bickering next to them, until they hit a dock with a giant ship floating at the end.

"This thing is huge..." They gasp in awe, almost tripping over their own two feet as they ascend on to the ship.

"Of course. It's a royal vessel-" Jack runs ahead of them. They talk for a bit, finally setting sail and going on their long awaited journey.

What happens if I do find them? Mc asks themselves, doubting their own hope. I hope they're okay, I mean- Leona almost died! They go on with their worried about their friends, replaying those last moments over and over in their head until it spins.

Until they hear a wet smack and a pained groan from the side of the ship.

"Ow!" A boys voice yelps from the side. Mc rushes over, leaning over the railing and making eye contact with the redheaded boy who clings to the side of the ship, his sea green tail flopping uselessly against the harsh winds of the ocean.

"You're-" They gape.

He lets out another yelp, slowly turning. His worried sky blue eyes crinkle as he offers a nervous smile. "I'm- I'm sorry! I shouldn't be here y'know maybe I shouldn't be talking at all I should be gone by now-" He rambles until Mc cuts him off, sitting with their back to him.

"Don't worry I won't rat you out-" They try to joke. "I'm just curious."

"Oh! I'm curious too!" As the boy says that his eyes trail over to the navy haired boy, who laughs and dances with the other teens on board. Jack sits across the deck, ever watchful eyes keeping track of anyone who might look suspicious.

"Of... Deuce?"

"Is that his name?" The boy sighs. Mc nods, looking between the two. "Name... Oh! I'm Rielle!" The boy extends a cold hand towards Mc, who hesitantly shakes it, careful of the soft webbing between each finger.

"Mc." They nod, looking at the boy.

"Hey uh.. quick question-" Mc starts. The boy turns his attention to them once more, tiktong his head. "Are there... eel... uhh..."

"Eel mers?" Rielle finishes.

They nod vigorously. "Yes!"

"Well... there's mers of every kind I guess. It's hard to find a strictly eel mer... or a mer of just one species for one!"

"What do you mean?"

"Most mer, like myself, are mixed so much that our tails rarely match up with one species of fish. Though, if you live in an area with a lot of sharkmer you'll probably find a pureblooded sharkmer, a place with a lot of cecaelia you'll find a lot of octomer-" The boy pauses, beaming. "I'm glad I remembered all that from those boring lessons-"

"Oh-" Mc starts, unsure of what to do with all the information they just received.

"Why do you ask?"

"J-just curious-" If they could avoid it, they'd like to stay out of the way of the twins they'd met back in Wonderland.

"Oh okay!" The boy chirps, going back to watching the humans dance on the wooden deck. "Can I ask you a question?" He whispers, voice soft.

"Yeah?"

"What's it like to dance? Or to walk or to-" The boy stammers a bit before sighing.

"Well it's-" They're cut off by a sharp jolt of the ship. On instinct they reach down and hold on to Rielle's forearm, the little bit of slime and small scales making it hard to grasp.

"I'll be fine!" He yells up after the ship screams and threatens to crack. Thunder booms overhead as it rocks and Mc slams against the railing, falling with the mer into the icy water. They let out a scream at the shock of the cold, choking on the water. Rielle grabs their arm and pulls them to a piece of driftwood. They can see the ship on fire out of the corner of their eyes, hazy with smoke and probably the concussion they had from hitting the water at that height. They can hear Deuce yelling, followed by Jack's pained yelps from the burning ship.

The last thing they see before they black out is Deuce throwing Jack off the ship into a lifeboat before plummeting to the sea, to where Rielle's fiery red hair waited just under the surface.

They wake up to a claw poking their cheek. "Hey-!" The claw pokes harder. "Ne- Jade- I think they croaked-"

"Nonsense. They're alive. Look, their tail is moving."

"Hey!" They get a firm smack to the forehead. They gasp and jolt awake, their forehead smacking the one hovering over theirs. The boy yelps and swims back. "Hey! What did ya do that for?!"

"I'm sorr-" They rub their own forehead and look over to see the same pairs of mismatched eyes that haunted their dreams of Wonderland. Really, universe?

"Oh, I'm glad to see your awake-" The softer twin steps forward. "How are you feeling?"

"Good I think-" The go to swing their legs over the ledge of the rock they were laying on, only to find it difficult to separate them. A tail swishes to the side where their legs should be and look down in horror to see that it had replaced them.

"What?!" They shriek, patting at the tail with their hands. Their hands also look discolored, now set with claws and thin webs between their fingers. They gasp and feel water rush in from the sides of their neck.

The twins watch in amusement, with Floyd laughing hysterically and Jade grinning behind his hand. "I hope you don't mind but we took the liberty of testing out a new potion on you. It's rare to get a human specimen around here. I do hope you understand-"

"I- a- po- Specimen!?" They yelp, hitting their head against the roof of the cave as they try to swim with their new tail. They try to stand upright but end up smacking both twins, making them both laugh again.

The human- well, used to be human- hides their face in the hands, humiliation kicking in. "Please stop-"

"Nope~!" Floyd laughs, circling Mc until his tail was tightly wrapped around theirs. His arms wrap around their throat, covering their gills. They try to shimmy out of his grip but end up making him squeeze them tighter instead.

"Can't-" They choke out. "Breathe-"

"Floyd." Jade warns. The other boy pouts but lets them go, not before giving them another rib crushing hug.

"I can't help it! They're so squishy in their new form! They look like a little minnow ready for me to sink my teeth into-" He lets out a high pitched giggle and chills run down their spine.

"We won't eat you, right, Floyd?" The calmer twin swims towards Mc, who still struggles to swim upright to look him in the eyes.

The other twin lets out a long, pained groan and rolls his eyes dramatically. "Riiiight-" He grunts as he flops into a bed of seaweed. "'Zul's orders-"

"Zul?" Mc asks.

"Azul Ashengrotto. The man who made your potion and now, your new boss."

"Boss?!" They yelp. "I never agreed to anything of that sort!"

"Hm? I thought it was fair." Jade hums, grabbing their arms and making them stand upright, moving their tail manually until they can swim straight.

"I mean, ya get to live after that shipwreck, and you get a free potion too-" Floyd begins.

"So it's only fair that you work with us." Jade finishes his twins sentence. Mc sputters and follows them as they leave the cave, swimming haphazardly through the open waters and ducking between large rocks and fish. Floyd practically crushes Mc with how tightly he holds them so they won't run off or swim into something else.

"B-but Rielle was going to save me! He told me to-"

"Rielle?" Floyd interrupts them, making them grumble and wriggle a bit in the eels hold. "Hey, Jade, why does that sound familiar?"

The other twin merely chuckles. "Thats the boy Azul was helping earlier-"

"Helping?" Mc asks. "What happened? Is he okay?"

"Oh he's just great~!" Floyd giggles. "Came into 'Zul's office all lovey dovey and traded his tail and voice for legs!"

"Oh..." Mc sighs. "He did ask me before what it was like to dance-"

"Before?" Jade asks. "This is interesting."

"Mhm!" Floyd laughs as they approach the shoreline. The surface of the water is clearly visible now, and they can see something floating above them. They can see other fish twirling around the boat as if dancing, and soft humming coming from the boat above.

"Floyd." Jade instructs.

#twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #prince rielle #deuce spade #ace trappola

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todorokiaimee · 4 years

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Dopamine Chapter 5

Previous Chapter

“Hey, Sero! Thanks for hosting tonight,” Kirishima said as he pulled an ice-cold beer out of the fridge. “It’s been a long time since we had a guys night.”

Sero nodded as he looked over the Uno cards in his hand. “No problem dude. I’m always happy to pull you away from your old ball and chain.”

“Well, Marina and I are still a while off from the wedding.” Kirishima chuckled as he rejoined the game, the guys all gathered around Sero’s kitchen table.

“Fuck, don’t get him talking about Fish Sticks,” Bakugou grumbled. “He’ll never shut up.” Kirishima’s fiancé Marina had always rubbed Bakugou the wrong way but even he couldn’t deny the fact that they were made for each other. That fact aside, he still refused to call her by name.

“Speaking of little ladies…” The redhead smirked, before playing his card down on the pile. “Bakugou! Would you be so kind as to give us an update on your mystery woman?”

It had been a few days since Bakugou and Jada’s date. The blonde couldn’t deny the chemistry between them, but he was resigned to keep things casual for now. Love and hero work just didn’t mix. It’s only a distraction and gives your enemies something to use against you. Even so, he couldn’t get the dark-skinned beauty out of his mind ever since he first laid his eyes on her.

“Mystery woman?” Kaminari questioned as he played a draw 2 card. “The one he ditched us for on Mina’s birthday?”

“The one and the same,” Kirishima smirked, turning toward his friend. “Spill dude.”

Bakugou scoffed, playing his turn. “I don’t kiss and tell boys.”

“Boo you whore!” Kaminari laughed.

“We need to know more about the chick that effectively pulled you out of the booty call business.” Sero pushed as he took a drink of his beer.

I’m pretty sure I’m her booty call. But not for long. “I don’t owe you guys shit.”

“Can we get a name a least?”

“It’s Jada!” Kirishima confessed with a toothy grin.

“Jada!” Kaminari cooed. “First name basis already?! Things are getting serious!”

Bakugou only shrugged, drinking his beer. “She’s American so... not really.”

“Oh American!” Sero quirked a brow, laying down his card. “Taking a page out of Todoroki’s book, huh?” He smirked, sure he’d get a rise out his friend.

“I’m nothing like fucking Half n Half!” The ash-blonde barked.

“You don’t know what you’re missing with these American girls, Sero.” Kirishima smiled, laying down a wild card. “They’re so bold. Jada certainly isn’t letting Bakugou off easy. Oh, and I pick Blue.”

“Ooof I love it when they play hard to get,” The electric hero groaned, biting his lip. “Only makes me want them more.”

“We know.” The rest of the gang deadpanned.

Sero shook his head as Kaminari played a reverse card. “You went after Jiro for a solid 3 years before you got wise.”

“Oh, Jiro…,” Denki sighed lovingly. “The one that got away. I really thought we had an unspoken thing.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes with a grunt. “She was fucking gay you twat!”

“Well, I know that now! Also, can we talk about how hot she and YaoMomo are together? I mean damn.”

“I thought we were grilling Bakugou?” Kirishima interjected, playing a draw 4 card.

“Yeah,” Sero agreed, picking up his cards before playing his turn. “You’re not off the hook yet. Tell us!”

“Fuckin weirdos.” Bakugou hummed, leaning back in his chair. He never liked to talk about his exploits but he took pity on the guys. He was the only one of them actually dating besides Kirishima and his almost married stories were just a mushy love fest. “You know I only like the best so…” He smirked, looking around the room as his friends waited in anticipation. “She has this crazy body… like stacked. Legs for days. Piercings. Green eyes and smooth dark skin…”

“American and Black?” Kaminiari interrupted. “I sense a pattern here.” Sero shushed him, urging Bakugou to continue.

“She’s smart too. She fixed my gauntlet with just tools in her purse,” He chuckled, remembering her tinkering on his gauntlet with ease. “She’s unpredictable. Whenever I think she’s gonna go right, she goes left. It drives me fucking crazy but there’s something about her.” He paused, stroking the stubble of his beard as he mumbled. “She’s just different.”

The room fell silent as they looked at their explosive friend in awe until Kirishima finally said what they all were thinking. “Dude. You’re gushing. Like actually gushing about a girl.” He paused as a huge grin pulled at his lips. “You’re catching feelings!”

“The fuck I am!”

“Yes, you are! Ask me how I know.”

“I swear to God if you bring up Marina again I will--”

“You just called her Marina!” Kirishima laughed as his friend let loose a small explosion in his hardened face.

“Don’t be shy, dude,” Sero teased. “It’s about time actually. We were getting worried about you.”

“Shut up!” Bakugou grumbled. “Let’s get back to the game.”

“Okay, let’s hurry this up because I’m ready to move onto phase two of the night,” Kaminari said as he played another reverse card.

“What’s phase two?” The redhead asked as he played a reverse card back to Kaminari.

“It’s a surprise!”

“I’m probably gonna hate it but fine.” Bakugou huffed.

“Uno!” The electric hero cheered as he played yet another reverse card.

“Fuck!” Bakugou yelled as he looked over to his guilty-looking redheaded friend. “Shitty hair if you play another reverse I’m going to reverse your existence.”

“I’m sorry! That’s all I can play!” He grimaced as he laid down the card.

“And a wild card for the win!” Kaminari boasted, laying down his last card. “Fork it over bitches!”

The men all groaned as they took out their wallets, each tossing 10k yen onto the table. “Why were we playing and betting on fucking Uno anyway?” Bakugou mumbled.

“Because Denki doesn’t know how to play poker.” Sero huffed.

Kirishima chuckled. “Well, it worked out fine for him I guess…”

“Okay, it’s time for phase two!” Kaminari said as he pocketed the money. “We’re going to the strip club! I’m gonna take your money and make it rain!“

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Filing out of the uberX, the boys made their way to a seemingly everyday luxury building, Denki talking over his shoulder, “Guys you are going to love this place. It’s called The Secret Garden. Super classy and discrete.”

Sero laughed as he pulled out his ID, walking up to the bouncer at the door. “Dude all I need to know is are the girls hot?”

“Well duh.” The electric hero chuckled. “My girl Tiffany can throw it back.”

“I should probably call Marina and tell her the change of plans,” Kirishima mumbled apologetically as he took out his cell phone.

“Heh. Pussy.” Bakugou jeered as his friend stepped away to call his fiancé.

It was then that Kaminari looked amongst his friends as they all took turns showing their IDs. “Everybody’s got cash money, right? The ladies do not take cards. I found that out the hard way.” With an affirmation from the rest of the crew, Kirishima returned to the group, pocketing his cell phone.

“What did Fish Sticks say?” Bakugou asked the redhead with a smug smirk. “Do you have to go crawling back home with your dick between your legs?”

“She’s cool,” he shrugged. “She said I could browse the menu as long as I don’t order anything.”

“No lap dances for you then.” Sero laughed.

“That’s cool,” Denki said with a bright smile, leading everyone inside. “The main stage is where the best girls dance anyway.”

As the men made their way up to the mainstage of the club, Bakugou took a moment to gauge his surroundings. There was mellow house music pumping through the speakers has men and even a few women sat around in comfy chairs as gorgeous scantily clad women danced sensually on top of them or just talked with them seemingly enjoying their company. Strip clubs always made Bakugou vaguely uncomfortable but he couldn’t put his finger on just why. Maybe it was just the very public nature of traditionally intimate activities. It didn’t matter anyway, there was no way he was going to be seen as the prude of the group.

The group of friends all sat down around the edge of the main stage, each pulling out a healthy wad of cash to prepare for their first dance. Denki however, took it a step further as per usual. The hero pulled out a money gun, eagerly loading it up with his Uno winnings from earlier that night. As the others rolled their eyes at their eccentric friend, a petite pink-haired woman dressed in a frilly lace baby doll set walked up to the man with a sweet smile. “Mr. Kaminari welcome back! It’s been so long since you last came to play with us.” Sakura cooed as she batted her lashes.

“Princess! Good to see you! I’m sorry it’s been a while. Duty calls.” Denki smirked as he flexed his biceps, not so subtly. “Tiffany should be performing on the main stage tonight, right?”

“Umm, how many times have you been here?” Kirishima whispered to his electric friend.

“Sorry hun,” Sakura apologized. “She called in sick tonight. But my girl Nubia is about to go on. She always puts on an amazing show.”

“Nubia, huh?” Denki hummed as he scratched his chin. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of watching her dance. This should be fun!”

Bakugou sighed as he stood up from his seat. “I’m gonna go get a beer.” The man made his way back to the bar, the bartender taking his order as the lights on the mainstage went out, a woman crossing the floor. He hummed as he paid for his drink taking a sip as the MC’s voice rang through the speakers.

“Welcome back to the main stage our exotic beauty and tonight your faithful assistant, Nubia!”

As the lights lifted, Bakugou watched from the bar as the dancer stood on stage, her back to the audience. Dressed in tight office attire, she tossed random papers into the air as James Brown’s “It’s a Man’s World” played throughout the club. (https://youtu.be/ilMV5tu9bcQ)

And then she turned around.

No. Fucking. Way. The explosive hero nearly choked on his beer as he stared. He knew those dark locs and green eyes anywhere. The woman on stage was in fact, Jada Jackson.

He continued to watch from afar as she twirled around the pole to the music, slowly peeling off articles of clothing until she was left in a silver bra and thong set. He clenched his fists as he seethed watching her long legs wave in the air, her curves on full display. This can’t be happening. Bakugou willed himself to stay calm as his friends cheered her on, cursing under his breath as she finally rid herself of her metallic bra, leaving her chest bare to the world. It was then that Jada crawled across the stage floor, right up to his friends staring in awe.

Jada smirked as she went up to the blonde who had been very enthusiastic, shooting yen bills onto the stage with his money gun. Kaminari practically drooled as his eyes flicked from her full breasts to her green eyes and back again, “Good God, where have you been all my life?”

“Waiting for you, sweetheart,” Jada breathed as she moved her body seductively, her eyes flicking to the large wad of cash in his hand. “Is that for me?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Then slide it in, baby.” She smirked as she stretched out the band of her thong. Denki eagerly slipped the stack of bills into the band as she let out a lewd moan followed by a delighted giggle. “I love a nice thick one.”

Denki gulped, exploring all the possibilities in his mind. “Let me take you away from all this…”

Next, Jada turned her gaze to Sero, a nervous smile plastered across his face. “Look at that smile. Aren’t you a cutie.”

“T-thank you, ma’am.” He stuttered as he put his cash tip into her thong band as well.

“So polite. Thank you, sir.” Jada gave him a wink before crawling over to her next target, Kirishima. She giggled to herself as she knelt on her knees before him, his eyes refusing to look anywhere below her neck. “Someone looks a little shy.”

“Heh yeah… maybe a bit.” He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck timidly.

“Relax, honey. I don’t bite.” She purred as Kirishima laughed, showing off his pointy pearly whites. “Oh. But maybe you do.” Jada breathed as she came up with an idea. “I think I’d like these chompers right… here.” Just then, the ravenette grabbed his head, pulling his face into her large breasts, giving them a shimmy for added effect.

THE FUCK?! Bakugou couldn’t believe his eyes. He silently seethed as he chugged his beer. Here was his girl, the woman he had invested so much time and energy on, and his friends are ogling her freely. His palms popped and sparked as he crushed his beer can in his fist as Jada finished her dance, collecting her clothes and tips before disappearing into the back. The hero stomped back up to the stage with his eyes filled with rage, Denki taking notice of his friend.

“Dude! You missed the whole dance! I think I just met my future wife.”

“Shut the fuck up Kaminari.” Bakugou practically spat, as he walked up to another dancer. “Oi! The girl that was just on stage. When is she coming back out?”

The woman looked him up and down before giving the hero a playful smirk. “You want a dance, baby? I’d be happy to help you out.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He said dismissively. “When is Ja- Nubia coming back out?”

“I’ll go get her.”

The dancer turned on her heel with a sigh before walking backstage and into the dressing room. “Hey, Jada?” She looked around the small crowded area quickly finding the dark-skinned beauty amongst her fairer colleagues.

“Yeah?” She asked as she fixed her makeup.

“You got a request for a dance.”

“Really?” Jada mumbled, a smile pulling at her plump lips. “Must be my lucky night. I got some great tippers stageside tonight. Was it the skinny blonde one with the black streak in his hair?”

“No it was a blonde but he had a spikey undercut… super buff too.” The dancer hummed as she played with her hair. “Nasty attitude though so I would be careful. Should I tell Tanaka to keep an eye on him?”

“NO!” Jada yelled before quickly recovering, “Um I mean, I got it. I’ll be right out, just let me change into a new set.”

After quickly changing into a new navy bra and pantie set, Jada nervously made her way back onto the club floor, praying to whoever would listen. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. She held her breath as she looked around the room, a pair of ruby red eyes locking with hers instantly. Fuck it is him. Her heart dropped into her stomach as the ash-blonde walked up to her, practically steaming. “Hi handsome, you want a dance?”

“You’re just gonna act like everything’s fine? Really?” Bakugou fumed. “Were you ever gonna tell me?!”

“Okay! Sounds like you want a private dance! Follow me to the champagne room, sir.”

With a flip of her long dark locs, Jada led Bakugou out across the floor, his friends quickly taking notice. He ignored their cheers for what they thought would be a seductive dance at his request. Instead, their hoots and hollers only fueled his rage even more. Once inside the ultra-private champagne room, Jada was the first one to speak. “I can explain.”

“This should be rich, Dimples.”

“This is only temporary.”

“Temporary?” He scoffed as he crossed his muscular arms.

“Yes!” Even she knew she didn’t sound very convincing.

Bakugou laughed, rolling his eyes. “I swear to God if you tell me you’re only doing this to pay for law school or some bullshit like that--”

“I’m doing this to pay for a number of things that I’m not at liberty to discuss with you. And frankly, I don’t owe you shit!”

“Well, you’re so full of shit that you must have plenty to go around!”

Jada bit her lip as she let out a deep sigh. She really didn’t think she was going to have this conversation with him this soon if ever. “Look, I have to make a living, same as everybody else. When YOU go to the strip club someone has to dance for you. So obviously you were okay with that arrangement as long as your girl wasn’t on stage.”

“I didn’t want to fucking come! The point is you fucking lied to me!”

“I never lied to you.”

“You didn’t tell me the whole truth!”

“You didn’t ask the right questions.”

Bakugou groaned as he raked his hand through his hair, exasperated. “Fuck! I can’t believe you actually had me bragging to my boys about you. Me! Bakugou fucking Katsuki gushing over a woman.” The hero was so furious he was shaking. In fact, he was more than furious, he was embarrassed. “I sang your praises to my friends only for you to turn around and take your clothes off for them!” He laughed as he shook his head in disgust. “Oh, and you let my best friend motorboat you too. Can’t forget that.”

The ravenette paused, taking a step back, turning her eyes away from his burning gaze. “I’m not going to apologize for doing my job. You and friends came here to be entertained and I delivered.”

“I’m a Pro Hero for fucks sake!” Bakugou yelled, throwing his hands into the air. “I can’t date a stripper. Not knowing any extra off the street with a yen can see your goods.”

Jada paused, unsure of what to say. She wasn’t surprised by his reaction, but she didn’t expect the bite of his words to cut her so deep. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew you were a bad idea. “Well, let me rid you of that problem. You won’t be seeing me anymore.” She said coldly before holding her hand out to him. “That’s 55,000 yen for the dance.”

“What?!” He barked in confusion.

“The champagne room is super private and luxurious. No cameras so as to not hurt your precious image.” She hissed as her nose began to tingle. “It costs more and my boss is expecting a cut.” Don’t you fucking do it, Jada. You will not cry in front of him. “I know you’re good for it so let’s not drag this out.”

The blonde scoffed, digging into this pants pocket to pull out his wallet. “I can’t believe I have to pay for a fucking fight,” he mumbled, taking out a wad of cash. “You didn’t even dance…”

“Yeah but like you said…” Jada said as she snatched the money from his hand. “Your boys enjoyed the show, didn’t they?”

To stop himself from completely losing his cool, Bakugou pushed past the woman and stomped back out onto the club floor. He sulked up to his group of friends, now watching a new dancer on stage. Kirishima was the first one to spot him, immediately noticing his abnormally hostile energy and his overly red face.

“Whoa! Where’s the fire, bro?”

“We’re leaving!” Bakugou bellowed, walking over to the door.

“Dude, what happened?” Sero asked as they all got up from their seats before following Bakugou out of the building. “Did you not like your dance? She was hot.”

“Did you like it a little too much?” Denki chuckled as he gave the ash-blonde a slap on the back. “Cuz I mean I wouldn’t blame ya. That’s a meal I’d eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“SHUT UP!” Bakugou yelled, punching his well-meaning friend in the face, his frustrations finally getting the better of him. Stumbling backward, Kaminari held his nose in his hands as he groaned in pain.

“Katsuki! What the fuck dude?!” Kirishima shouted as he steadied the electric hero. “What’s the matter with you?”

“That was her!” Bakugou boomed as he paced the sidewalk.

“Who?”

“Jada!”

The men all stared at Bakugou blankly, not understand who he meant.

“The stripper…” he explained through gritted teeth. “Nubia. It’s fucking Jada!”

The group of friends all looked at each other in confusion until the reality of the situation finally clicked into place, all of them shouting at once, “FUCK!”

Meanwhile, inside the club, Jada left the champagne room with her head hung low as she silently counted the wad of cash from her almost beau. Eizan was right… I was stupid for even trying. With a sigh, she sauntered backstage to the dressing room, plopping down in her makeup chair. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice her best friend pull up a seat next to her.

“Wow, girl look at that fat wad! What did you have to do to get that?” Sakura asked cheerfully.

“Nothing…” Jada breathed, putting the cash away for safekeeping.

“Sweetheart, why do you look so upset? What happened? Did that guy do something to you?” The pink-haired woman quickly looked her friend over for any marks or bruises, her concern growing.

“No, I'm fine.” Jada insisted as she touched up her makeup, taking special care that her eyeliner and mascara were still intact. “I just got a reality check is all.”

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The Fall of The Bird (Avengers Fanfic Prologue)

A/N: Hello! I am a new writer, so if there are things/mistakes anyone notices please kindly let me know. I’ve had the Idea for this character and this story for a long time, and I’m finally coming around to bringing her story to life. I’m posting this first, and then I will make another post that has more information about the character herself and who her face claim is. I really hope people enjoy this and follow along with her story and come to love the character as much as I do!

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Grand Est, France 2011

Birds perched on a tree, sitting close together to try and absorb each other's warmth. The snow covering their feathers like a second skin. And a few hundred yards in front of them, was a small building. But little did the small birds know what happened inside of the seemingly abandoned area. It was tiny, the size of a small family home, and completely concrete and grey. It almost looked like it was supposed to be a doomsday bunker.

The birds were confused, there hadn't been anyone to the bunker for as long as they had been there. But recently, about a few months ago, a few Jeep’s pulled in, and men in black uniforms filed out of the vehicles. They carried equipment inside. Provisions, weapons, and a strange machine.

Of course, the birds would have no idea the machine would be. But I can tell you what the machine looked like. The first two pieces looked the same. Two poles, thick in width -maybe about 12 inches- and tall in height, thought that looked like it could be adjusted. At one end of each pole seemed to be a small platform that could enable them to stand upright, and on the other end seemed to be metal boxes, possibly to store the wires for whatever the machine was.

They only carried in two other things that seemed to be related to the machine, though those were in cases that took two men to carry each. So the little birds couldn’t see what they were.

The birds enjoyed watching the men. They always had men standing around the outside of the building, holding large guns, and scanning the perimeter expertly. There was no way of telling what was happening inside, no windows were on the building, but they had transported a copious amount of computers to the building. So they can’t just be there for a vacation.

Every few days men would pile into the Jeeps quickly, like they were being sent out on a mission. But they never seemed to be triumphant when they came back. Whatever they had been after each time must have gotten away.

By now it had just hit the three month mark, and the sun was starting to set. The beautiful colors falling over the somewhat untouched French forest. It was peaceful, and serene.

But the peacefulness was interrupted when their Jeep’s pulled in through the snow once again, the now familiar logo of some type of red skull with tentacles gleaming in the light.

This time was different than the last times the Jeep’s had pulled in though. They were going faster, with a purpose.

When they stopped, not a millisecond was spared before all doors on both Jeeps were flung open, and the soldiers poured out, though they returned with less men than they had left with yet again.

The guard who had exited the drivers side of the Jeep’s closest to the building had his lips curled into a smirk. He relished in the sounds of the grunting and struggling coming from the other Jeep. His smirk only grew when the person the noises belonged to, was led around to his side of the Jeep.

Her hands were bound behind her back, her snarl only became more intense than it had previously been when her eyes met the guard’s. He stepped closer, his steps confident but lazy, as well as how he was holding his rifle.

“We finally caged the little bird,” Said the man, an air of victory around the young man as he stepped closer to the girl, who seemed to be a couple years younger. He lowered his eyes to her level, the guard holding her being sure to keep a tight grip on her arms. “Guess you were wrong, we did get you.” He mocked, his head tilting.

His blue eyes seemed to gleam, while the girl’s one green and one blue ones might as well have been red with anger and annoyance. It only took a second. The girl reeled her head back before connecting her forehead with his nose. Enough force being given to make him yell and stumble back. His left hand left the underside of the barrel of his gun, and instead flew up to cup his bleeding nose. His head tilted back and his eyes shut tightly.

The other guards all flinch, raising their guns to the girl, but she seemed to have no intention to move. She let out a huff through her nose and straightened her back, keeping her shoulders back. Her scowl never left though.

The man brought his hand away from his nose and looked down to his glove clad hand, now soaked with blood that still dripped from his crooked nose. “You little bitch-“ He seethed, but didn’t continue the sentence any further before he was dropping his gun, the strap around his chest letting it fall to his side.

He stepped toward the girl, this time his paces held no air of confidence, nor victory. Just hatred. His hand went to her shoulder, shoving her front half down to connect with his risen knee. The guard that had been holding the girl quickly let go. The impact of his leg sent her into the Jeep. Her head hit it with a harsh thud before her legs gave out and she slid down.

Her nose was bleeding like his, but not broken. She had her eyes shut tightly as she let her body lean to the left and tipped her head forward to spit out the blood from her busted lip and bitten tongue.

She took a few labored breaths, but they just sounded more like grunts as she leaned back against the vehicle. Her eyes opened to look up to the man, he still had no victorious smile, just heaving breaths and flared nostrils that hurt his face.

The girl rose a brow at him, a few stray dark hairs falling from their ponytail. “You still hit like a little bitch, Harvey.” She mumbled hoarsely with a small lopsided smirk, but there was nothing but honesty behind her words.

The guard -Harvey- growled. “Get her up!” He barked to the guard next to him, who wasted no time in lifting her up by her arms. She grunted, her head dipping down as she tried to make the ground seem like it was spinning.

Before she knew it another blow was being sent to her gut, but she was able to tell it was by a fist. A wheeze escaped her as she doubled over, probably only still on her feet because of the person holding her.

Suddenly a voice cut through the air, it was high pitched- young. “Stop hurting her!” The girl's head snapped up, meeting the familiar eyes of the little boy being held by another Hydra guard. He must have only just been led around to this side of the cars.

Harvey’s grin returned, showing his bloodstained teeth. “Oh, stop hurting your little friend?” He asked tauntingly. The young boy's terrified eyes stayed wide, but he said nothing. Harvey laughed, and moved his hand toward the girls, grabbing her ponytail and yanking her head back harshly so she was standing straight.

Her teeth bared into a snarl, huffing breaths through her grinding teeth while looking at Harvey. But his eyes were fixed on the little boy’s. “She’s the reason you’re in this whole mess anyways kid,” Harvey turned his eyes to her, and took a moment to appreciate her utterly pissed off expression. “If it weren’t for her, you would have had a painless and easy death months ago.” He turned his head back to the child. “But now you’re in this shit.”

One of the men from the side finally spoke up. “Boss, they want her inside.” Harvey let out an exasperated breath. “Fine.” He snarled, releasing the girl’s dark hair. “Get them in.”

The squadron all nodded and moved towards the door. The girl seemed too tired to be able to fight back as she was led, but the boy only went kicking and screaming.

Harvey stayed back, watching as his team took the two to the door. His head snapped towards the tree line of the forest hearing a sound.

The two birds nuzzled close together, perched on their branch in front of the bunker. The snow covering them like it was a second skin, but that was okay. They nuzzled closer together, observing the forest in front of them. The bullet came fast, shot with pinpoint accuracy to get both birds in the neck.

They fell off of the perch. Into the snowy ground below them, the flakes clinging to them like a second skin. And there was no warmth from them anymore. Only the warmth of their blood soaking the cold snow under them. Staining the once pure white with red.

Harvey only tilted his chin back as he holstered his hand gun, and made his way inside the building.

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Inside of the bunker was just as bland as the outside, except now there were bright white lights from the ceiling flashing onto The girl’s pale and sweaty skin.

The boy had stopped struggling, his yelling now reduced to scared whimpering. He looked over his shoulder to the girl, who attempted to send him a reassuring smile, but with the swelling in her lip and ache that felt like it was consuming her entire body, it came out as more of a grimace.

She only seemed to be able to regain full control of her muscles when they started moving the boy to a different room, and continued taking her down the hall.

“Hey!” She snapped, trying to pull from the man’s hands. “Stop! Where are you taking him!? Stop- let me go!” She growled. “Asshat, if you don’t let me the hell go I’ll break something a lot worse than your nose!” She yelled, her words now directed at the man restraining her.

She couldn’t do it, the boy yelled for her. Pleaded to her. Begged her, to help him. But she couldn’t. She clenched her jaw and tried one more time to pull away as she watched the door to the room close, but she couldn't.

I should be able to, She thought angrily. I have enhanced strength for Christ’s sake! She should be able to do this, and she was tearing herself apart for not being able to.

She had kept herself, and the boy, hidden from Hydra for four months. She was supposed to kill him. But she couldn’t. She had been able to kill everyone else she’d been tasked with. But this time they had tasked her to abduct and execute a nine year old boy, all because of who his father was. And when she wasn’t able to, she killed the rest of her team, took him, and ran.

She had killed the person she believed she was in love with to keep the boy safe, and now it was going to be for nothing. And in her mind, it was her fault.

Her bones felt like they were a million pounds. When they had finally gotten her in the fight a few hours ago, Harvey had stuck a needle in her neck, and injected her with something. But it made her groggy, and she wasn’t able to use her abilities. Everything felt slightly blurry.

One of the guards opened a door at the end of the hall, bringing her out of her guilty thoughts. Her eyes snapped to every inch of the room, scanning anything they could take in. Computers lined one of the walls, on them were maps of the area and cities, and footage from street and shop security cameras. So this is where they’ve been tracking us, she thought.

That thought seemed to be thrown into a trash bin of unimportance as her eyes landed on the metal table in the middle of the room, leather straps for arms, legs, and for someone’s neck attached to the surface.

The girl’s eyes widened. “No.” Her eyes peeled themselves front the table when a voice came to her ears. “Subject B24.” His accent was thick German, and she recognized him, only barely, he was one of the doctors at the Hydra base she lived at for most of her life. He lifted his head from the clipboard in his hands, and a smile came onto his lips. “Jay, it’s good to see your face again.” He shook his head. “My apologies, I hear you do not go by that name anymore. What is it you call yourself now? Ah, Raven.”

Memories suddenly flooded to the girl's mind, making tears gloss her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

Jay grunted as she leaned against the wall of the cave. It wasn't an ideal shelter, it was damp inside, and not exactly warm, and small. She had to crouch to walk inside, and it was only big enough for her to sit with her back to the wall and stretch her legs out before her toes touched the other side.

The boy beside her stayed silent. His eyes wide as he stared down at his shoes. He had just been taken from his home by a small group of strange people and tied to a chair. The girl sitting next to him, only a couple of hours ago had a gun pointed to his temple.

But she didn’t kill him. She had turned and used the bullets meant for him to kill the group that was with her and get him out. They had been chased when they tried to leave town, and after it all they ended here.

The boy's eyes looked at the girl as she hissed in pain. She was leaned over her leg, looking at her thigh with a grimace. The boy wanted to ask what was wrong, but he stopped when the girl took a deep breath and started to push her fingers into the flesh of her thigh.

His eyes widened, now realizing her leg was wounded, and she was trying to get something out of it. It didn’t take long, it must not have been that far in there, before she pulled her hand away, a small shiny -blood coated- bullet between her thumb and forefinger.

She threw the bullet to the other side of the cave and leaned her head back, closing her eyes while letting out a deep sigh. The boy gulped, realizing he could have been the one to get shot.

They sat in silence for a while. And in that time the girl had torn some of her shirt and tied it just above the bullet wound on her thigh.

The child didn’t like the silence, so he spoke. “What’s that?” He asked, grabbing the girl’s attention. He pointed to the necklace that rested against her chest when she made a face like she didn’t know what he was talking about.

Her eye landed on the necklace, and she gently picked it up in her fingers. “A person very close to me made it for me.” She answered quietly.

“Like a present?” The boy asked, tilting his head to the right, and scooting slightly to look at her.

The girl let out a small chuckle, though there seemed to be little humor behind it. “Sort of.”

The boy nodded and looked back down to his dirty sneakers. After a moment another question came to mind. “What’s your name?” He asked.

The girl thought for a moment. She didn’t actually have a real name, or if she did she didn’t know it. The guards and scientists had always called her by her subject number. There was one name that had been given to her though. Her… lover, had given it to her when they were young, and it had kind of just stuck through the years.

But everything he believed in was Hydra, and she didn’t know how well she could trust either him, or Hydra anymore. “Jay.” She finally answered. Deciding that that name would be easier for the kid to remember than her numbers.

“Like… blue jay? Is that why you have the bird necklace?” He asked, pointing again to the pendant in her fingers.

A sad smile came to the girl’s lips as she nodded to him. “Yeah.”

The boy frowned. “But blue jays are mean.” He said simply, catching the girl across from him off guard slightly.

“They’re… what?” She asked, letting go of her pendant and leaning forward, her uninjured leg bending to rest her arm on.

“Blue jays are meanies.” He said flatly. “Me and my grandma watch them through the window. They fight with other birds, and steal their food. They’re mean. But you’re not.”

The girl’s eyes widened slightly before she chuckled, actually finding something humorous now. “Alright then,” She tilted her head up at him. “What kind of a bird am I?”

The boy thought for a moment, looking at her intently, only making the corner of the girl’s mouth quirk a little more.

The kid smiled when he seemed to get it. “A raven!” The girl raised a brow, wanting him to explain. “They're bigger than a lot of other birds, and you were a lot stronger than those guys from before, and they're not mean, but they attack if someone gets close to their nest.”

The dark haired girl tilted her head. “How do you know all that?” She asked.

The boy shrugged, looking down at the ground once more. “My tutor gave me a book about them once, I just remembered it.”

The girl smiled. “Alright.” The boy snapped his head to attention. “Raven it is.”

He grinned, his little white teeth almost blinding her. He stuck out his hand. “Hi Raven, I’m Ivan.”

Raven smiled back. “Hi Ivan, it’s nice to meet you.”

Raven was bought from her thoughts by the sound of the doctor’s clipboard being set down. “No answer? That’s alright. We don’t need one to get started.”

Her eyes widened as the doctor nodded to the guard holding her, and he started moving to the table. “Wait! What are you doing? Stop!” She hated begging, but her emotions felt like they were overflowing, and her body felt like it was about to fall apart. And she really, really, hated doctors appointments.

The guard uncuffed her, and even if she felt like she had enough strength to fight back, they didn’t give her enough time before another guard lifted her onto the table and they got to work on the buckles of the restraints.

Her chest heaved as she watched what people around her were doing, but her line of sight was cut off as the doctor stood in front of her with a sweet smile that she knew was a lie. He even looked like your typical evil doctor, with the little circle glasses, white lab coat, balled head and wrinkles.

The doctor started to work on the restraint that would go around her throat. “You are one of Hydra’s best Agent’s Jay. It would be a waste to get rid of that talent just because you’ve lost your loyalty, but lucky for you,” His smile widened. “We have ways of forcing you to remember who your loyalty lies to.”

When he tried to slip the leather through the metal buckle, Raven lifted her head and spat in his face. He retracted, a disgusted expression on his face as he wiped the saliva off of the lens of his glasses and his cheek.

Raven glared at him, her chest heaving. “My name’s Raven, asshole.” Soon her head was slammed back onto the table. She groaned and when she opened her eyes she was met by Harvey’s smirk once again. He must have wiped the blood from his face, because most of it was gone now, that didn’t get rid of the ugly crook on the bridge of his nose he now had.

Harvey held her head down while he buckled the leather strap over her neck. Raven didn’t look at him, she kept her eyes on the ceiling. She grunted had Harvey’s hand grabbed her jaw, forcing her head to turn to him. “I’ll enjoy this, sweetheart.” He smiled, patted her cheek, and stepped away.

Raven’s eyes widened, her mind started running at the thought of what was about to happen. Though it couldn’t have been much worse from anything else they had done to her in the past.

“Jay,” She heard the doctor speak. She turned her head to see him opening one of two silver cases set on one of the tables that held some of the many computer monitors. “I’m sure you are aware of the Winter Soldier, no?”

It all clicked as soon as he motioned for someone stronger to pick up whatever was in the case.

She knew who the Winter Soldier was, and how they kept him in line. Brainwashing. She had seen it happen once, and hated every second of it. She let her eyes linger on one of the headgear pieces only for a moment before looking to the pole that was slightly behind her. There was one on each side of the table. This machine looked different than the one they had used on him.

“Now, as you can see, we are not in one of our better facilities,” The doctor explained as the men who had grabbed the piece from the case started to attach it to the larger part at the end of the pole. “So we were only able to transport one of our earlier models, but it will still do its job nicely.”

Raven got herself together, replacing her terrified expression with another glare. “So, what? You put my brain in a blender. Make me a zombie like the One Armed Slave, and freeze me for a few years at a time and pull me out whenever you need someone killed?”

The doctor chuckled. “We have programmed this one a little better than the Asset’s has been. Though I will give them credit, it is good work for such an early time.” He smiled, like this was an amusing conversation between a friend.

Raven felt her panic start to rise as they began attaching the second piece on the other side. “And Ivan-the kid, what will you do with him?” She demanded.

This time Harvey spoke up from where he stood with his arms crossed. “We’re finishing the job you couldn’t.” He grinned.

Raven’s eyes grew. “No, no you can’t do this!” She pulled at the restraints. “He’s just a kid! You can’t do this!” She screamed.

Harvey took a couple steps closer. “Oh we’ve already started.”

Raven opened her mouth to shout back, but wasn’t able to, because a rubber mouth guard was being shoved between her lips, and the two sides of the machine were being lowered to the height of the table.

Raven’s lungs and heart felt like they would pop at the rate they were working. Sweat beaded from her hairline and neck -well, from everywhere-, more tears started to build up in her eyes.

She didn’t want to forget.

She didn’t want to forget everything that she had gone through. No matter how traumatic or painful, it built who she was. And she didn’t give a damn if it sounded cocky, but she was one of the fucking strongest Hydra had created, and not because she was one of the only who’s enhancement trials had actually worked, but because she had willpower and determination like no one else.

She didn’t want to forget all the friends she had watched die during experimentations. Or the teammates she had lost during missions. She didn’t want to forget the person she had fallen in love with. She didn’t want to forget any of them, and she especially didn’t want to forget that she had finally found out the people she had been forking for her entire life were on the wrong side.

But it was too late. The machine was set over her face, the cool metal on the right side covering her cheek and eye, the other side only covering a cheek.

Her ears were ringing, and the tears had started falling, but not for her. From the next room over, she could hear Ivan scream, before a gunshot ran through the building and the screams were silenced.

The doctor nodded to everyone else in the room before turning on the machine.

And then the screams were for her own pain.

<><><>

Other than noises of the machine and Raven’s muffled screams. Til’ one of the the scientists at their computer turned to the others. “We have a chopper coming! About 10 klicks northwest.”

“Dammit.”

#marvel #mcu #original character #captain america #chris evans #winter soldier #sebastian stan #black widow #scarlet johansson #ironman #robert downy jr #hawkeye #jeremy renner #hulk #mark ruffalo #thor #chris hemsworth

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bunny-wk-fanfic · 3 years

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Hey happy to have you back, i was so excited to see the ask box open so lemme just ask if you can do a Male!Kagome scenario with kouga and Ayame. Like, Ayame thinking that Kouga is interested in another woman and going to confront her only to discover that the other woman is a pretty boy priest (and maybe she lowkey wants Kouga to share)

Here you are, dear, I hope you enjoy!

Green eyes narrowed as she practically gnawed on her lower lip, she had a hunch, a twisting in her stomach and now it was nearly exploding. So, when the next opportunity finally arrived, she took action, her words were always brushed off, and with her suspicions, her heart couldn’t take anymore!

It was impossible to keep up, but following his trail wasn’t difficult, she also recognized his scent by heart. So she was confused when the trail lead to a group that consisted mostly of humans, dangerous ones at that.

Just what was Kouga doing consorting with humans?!

Regardless, she, Ayame of the Northern Wolf Tribe, was more than prepared to deal with the threat to both Kouga and her relationship with him! She was not afraid to show the interloper what a real female was about. Kouga needed a strong female as a mate to stand at his side, and she was that female!

Not some village trollop.

When she arrived, she kept downwind, stuck to the shadows and observed the group. Upon seeing the female, green eyes narrowed. A demon slayer. Sure, she was a strong female, but Kouga would have better luck convincing a rock to fly than that woman to mate with him.

“How’s my future mate?” the question, which had sounded obviously genuine in affection tore at Ayame, but instead of wallowing in the pain, she was ready to pounce and prove her worth against the other female.

“For the last time, Kouga, I’m not-”

The world came to a screeching halt. Her battle cry died a quick death before it could even take flight, her landing from her rushed approached less than graceful as her eyes widened. Arms fell limply to her sides as her gaze went from the sole female of the group, to a young man that was currently being held by Kouga. “...oh…”

Kouga’s sputtering went ignored, the questioning of the others in the group weren’t even heard. Instead, Ayame was solely focused on the male across from her, hands still being held affectionately by Kouga.

“Oh? Can we help you, Miss?” the question, and being addressed so politely from a stranger, and a handsome one at that, had her blushing. She was used to reminding other wolves of her status, and humans normally treated her like some beast or barbarian. But not this man.

And as for handsome… his looks mirrored Kouga’s! Well, mostly in coloring. Same raven black hair, only this male’s had cut it shorter though it was just long enough to frame his masculine face. Bright blue eyes, though a tad darker than Kouga’s. And where Kouga was a sweetened caramel from his constant time in the sun, this male’s skin was paler in contrast even if it was beginning to show signs of time spent outdoors.

“Miss, is everything alright?” the male gave his hands a few tugs, quick to throw Kouga a look that went ignored as Kouga was pinning Ayame with a slightly shocked look.

“Oh! U-um, I came looking for the fe-female that stole Kouga’s attention and affection from me?” she blinked when Kouga’s two betas stumbled through the bushes, panting as they cried out ‘Big Brother Kaito!’ no doubt attempting to warm Kouga about her.

The inu let out a bark of laughter. “Ha! Turns out you really are a bitch at heart, Kaito-chan!”

Kaito’s expression instantly darkened, mirroring Kouga’s own, as they were instantly pinned on the inu. “Inuyasha.” the little, yet low growl, in his warning tone caused Ayame’s heart to flutter. “Don’t.”

“What’r’ya gonna do? Sit me?” a snort was accompanied by a flippant wave of his hand. “Go ahead, ain’t gonna change the fact that the flea bitten wolf sees you as some bitch. You and the other boys from that damned school are all a bunch of pansies; weak and far too much like females it makes me sick. Bet you cry and moan-!”

“Osuwari.”

Ayame actually shivered at the low growl, and the prefect teeth that were bared. She didn’t know humans could mimic inu and okami youkai so well, but she was thoroughly impressed.

“Shippo and my little brother are better mannered than you are.” a childish ‘Ya!’ revealed the kitsune tike to be Shippo.

The priest was also seeing to the welfare of a kitsune cub?! Just what else was this priest Kaito capable of? It didn’t matter, the instincts that led her here had her approach both Kaito and Kouga, subtly catching the human’s scent. Decidedly clean of the usual human stench, that even the inu seemed to be carrying, mixed with the scents of fields and the forests. It was a heady scent, considering that she could pick up on his power as well, and he was powerful!

“Kouga?” her voice was low as she finally stopped next to the two, knowing she had their attention, her smile grew as she kept her gaze locked on with the handsome priest. “I’ll accept, so long as you share!”

Kouga drew back, pulling Kaito closer to him. The action was hindered when she ducked in and stole a kiss from the shocked priest. “I look forward to getting to know you, Kaito-kun!”

Said priest could only watch the two wolves as they argued over him, feeling like a bone being fought over. Inuyasha was not helping, Sango and Miroku were attempting to hide their amusement, it was only by divine intervention that Shippo didn’t know the truth behind the wolves. Or divine comedy when he added that ‘Kaito-kun loved meeting and getting to know new people.’ Bless the boy, even though the look the red head threw him terrified him.

#fanfiction #anime #genderbender #inuyasha #kouga #ayame #kagome higurashi #kaito #shippo #sango #miroku

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jojo-reader-hell · 4 years

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Jonathan Joestar x Selkie!Reader: Seven on the Land, Seven in the Sea

Hello children here’s the selkie angst you didn’t ask for.

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“And yet, niece, you are subject to our laws, as a being of the same nature with ourselves; and should HE prove unfaithful to you and marry again, you are obliged to take away his life.”

- Undine

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“Oh Jojo! Yes! Yes I will marry you!”

Your hands, clammy and pruned, began to tremble. You released your fist and gripped weakly at the door frame, legs like gelatin when you heard a cacophony of giggles, and saw a man lift a woman with hair the color of golden beach sand into his arms for a kiss. The barking laughter of the elders echoing in your mind, stomach frothing with nervous bile.

Remember the laws of our people little pup: he belonged to you the minute the child was placed inside your tender womb by his essence. He cannot belong to another, and if he tries... he is condemned to die by your hand.

No... no... this cannot be happening... Why couldn’t your husband just wait for you to explain?! You turned away from the path, blocking the way to the door, turning and seeing a very familiar pair of watery blue eyes searching for the answer in your tear streaked face. Your little boy, your son Giorno, was still holding out the large jet black pelt you’d found. The picture of innocence. Blue black hair pressed wetly to his forehead as he obediently waited. A good boy, in every sense of the word. He didn’t understand human words, he was seven years a seal and a mere few minutes a human. You meant to show him as a surprise. Instructed your little boy to hold out his father’s new pelt and wait for him to come to the door when you knocked. He was then to say his first word, a call of his father’s name. At first the sight made you coo in delight, now it only made you wish to die. It was supposed to be a happy moment. A moment that would inspire joy once you knocked at the cabin door and the fisherman’s son Jonathan Joestar would open it to reveal his half selkie son holding out a seal pelt just his size, that he might join you both in the sea forever.

Oh! You can try to deny the jealousy. ‘Twill be a bitter poison to swallow that will consume your every waking moment. But the lust for blood will consume you, eat away at the heart that was once cradled in the palm of his hand, and you will inevitably partake in the ancient right to carnage. Serves you right for cavorting about with a human. Doesn’t it make you wish now that you’d have taken the harp seal as your husband? Dio would have made a devoted father to little Giorno. You know, once your human mate is dead you are allowed to take another in his stead.

You remembered your words... How proudly you lifted your chin and dared to look into the eyes of the elder selkie.

I’d rather die.

Yes. You’d rather be dead. Rather have stayed on land and let the dryness kill you and the baby than have to look through the salt stained windows of the cabin and see your husband’s lips locked with another, grudgingly you admitted his new choice was pretty. Beach sand hair, eyes as blue as the sea... Certainly not the stormy eyes of a seal woman that were shrouded as though in a dense fog. While it never bothered you before, you suddenly felt the chill of the sea wind creep into your bones, bare toes curling into the mud of the path as you took a stumbling step away. Your son barked, it was all he knew how to do, and you frightened him when you lunged forward on the path to cover his mouth, scraping the sensitive skin of your legs when you scooped him up into your arms.

Giorno barked at you once again when you waded out to the beach in a hurry, not paying any mind to the blood trickling down your legs. You understood him perfectly, it was a bark that meant he wanted his papa’s attention. You made a snuffing sound with your nose as you buried your face in his little neck, a sound meant for seal mothers to reassure their little ones. But he didn’t want his mother. He wanted his father and tried to open his mouth to call his name like you taught him, quickly silenced with the words gurgling in his throat as you dove into the cold gray sea.

No... no... Jonathan... dear Jonathan... why couldn’t he wait for you?? Why couldn’t he have stayed steadfast and faithful, understanding the message of the pearls and shells you’d left in place of the letter you didn’t know how to write. You didn’t know any way to let him know. It wasn’t possible for a selkie to live more than a few days on land. You were able to stay a little longer, because Jonathan had accidentally caught your pelt in his nets. By the laws you were bound to him as husband and wife. Whosoever took your pelt and returned it was by tradition proposing marriage. And because he was so sincere, so kind, you accepted. Happy as a clam to have been fortunate to be taken in the arms of such a handsome specimen of manhood.

“If you are my wife now... then this must be our wedding night.”

He’d told you this on a night similar to the one you returned on. It was just as the sun was setting. The cold wind from the sea blew in, his fire roaring and a cast iron pot of simmering fish stew bubbled in the fire. You’d been waiting patiently to be fed, your pelt wrapped loosely around yourself, unaware of how bewitching you looked when the spotted pelt slid down to expose your soft shoulders.

“Yes. I suppose it is.”

“Tell me, little selkie, do you know what happens on a wedding night?”

You did not know, but oh did you find out. You found out the consequences of such a night too, when your stomach began to balloon out even though you couldn’t keep down your fish anymore. Jonathan was too busy to notice. A fisherman’s life was hard, with him being at sea for weeks at a time and returning dead tired with barely enough food to feed the two of you. You tried to tell him yourself that you were dying. You just needed some time to return back to the sea, a seven year rest in the water and a seven year search for a pelt that he might come to your world without drowning trying to join you and the baby. If you continued living on land, you’d lose the child and your life, leaving the poor man a lonely widow without even a body to mourn. From sea foam you came, to sea foam you’d return if you kept up the facade of being a human for too long.

As you pulled both yourself and baby further down into the murky water, you tried to ignore the sounds of a creature swimming rapidly towards you. Pretending not to see the locks of gold and that damned gloating smile, you pressed Giorno closer to your chest and made into the shape of a torpedo, jettisoning yourself out of reach of the sea and landing with an undignified ‘plop’ on the hard pebbles of the beach. Your son sputtered, coughing sea water and choking because of the abrupt transition from breathing air to breathing water.

“You damnable tease!” Croaked a voice out of breath. “I’m only trying to help you-...”

“Go away Dio!” You growled a warning, lips pulling back over your sharp teeth. “This doesn’t concern you!”

“Of course it does! Am I not the fiercest hunter?! Did I not escort you here to protect you from sharks? In a few minutes you might have had another escort instead of me. Clumsy bitch, you’re bleeding!”

He heaved himself onto land, hissing at the pain of the pebbles pressing into his sensitive skin and hardly experienced enough to walk as he dragged himself towards you with an outstretched hand. You stood on wobbling legs and stepped out of reach, backing away as fast as the love struck selkie male could crawl towards you, his legs still clumsily pressed together because he never fully grasped the concept of his human half.

“He didn’t stay faithful did he?!” Dio laughed, between hissing at the pain of the dry land and hurling insults at you. “He’s going to marry that simpering wench and you’ll have to kill him on his wedding night, in your marriage bed that he defiled with another!”

“Go away!”

“You’ll be left a disgraced widow. Your poor son more of a bastard than he already is!”

“Begone!”

“You know I speak the truth! I was told to bring you the knife to carry out the deed. Take it you fool, take it and free yourself! Save what little dignity you have left and exercise your ancient right to revenge!”

He tossed the offending object towards your feet. The ceremonial knife. A razor clam honed to a fine edge and used by multitudes of heartbroken selkies to free themselves from their earthly bonds. It made you pause, seeing it lay there innocently while Giorno stared wide eyed at Dio. You looked at the child in your arms, and then once more to the razor clam. A feeling... insatiable lust... a hunger for the blood of your son’s father filled your heart, skipping a beat when you saw some of the blood from your knees dribble down onto the blade.

Temptation.

Pure, unadulterated temptation.

The same temptation he might have felt when he committed the sin of taking another...

Kicking sand in your wake, you carried Giorno far away, as far as your weak legs could carry the both of you. They didn’t get you far. Just far enough into the forest that you couldn’t hear Dio’s screams of your name, but you could still see the smoke curling from Jonathan’s chimney and smell the fish he was cooking as a meal to celebrate his betrothal. You couldn’t cry. Selkies cannot cry tears, only making you suffer all the more as your heartbreak had no where else to go but to sink deeper into the pit of your stomach. Giorno had long since stopped choking, opting now to whine weakly into your arms, unused to being on dry land for such a long period of time. You tried your best to rock him back and forth in your arms, mimicking the gentle motions of the waves in an attempt to soothe him.

But it was all for naught. There was nothing you could do to console him. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t give the black pelt he still held to his papa. Didn’t understand why you didn’t produce his father after seven years of singing him songs in your seal voice about the handsome young man that would net hoards of fish for him to eat, then cradle him in his strong arms and shower him with the affection he longed for. You knew even though he didn’t understand things as a human, Giorno wasn’t stupid. He saw the members of his pod paired and taking care of young, wondering why he had no papa to clean his whiskers after his meals or to teach him to catch slippery silver fish in his jaws. Giorno was instead fed on mother’s milk and stories of a papa that walked on two legs, a papa that couldn’t swim very well in frothing waters and that had promised a vow of everlasting love to his mother.

“P-papa!” His first words were raspy, his throat parched from breathing in too much dry air. “Papa!”

#jojo’s bizzare adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure phantom blood #jonathan joestar x erina pendleton #jonathan joestar x reader #selkie!reader #giorno giovanna #jonathan joestar #dio brando x reader #dio brando #erina pendleton joestar #angst #unfaithful partner #unrequited love #selkie #selkie marriage

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Part Three: Repercussions

In the deepest parts of the Black Forest, where even spiders dare not tread, sat an ancient stone dwelling. Its thatched roof was worn, but sturdy, and a pipe chimney puffed smoke out into the Neverland. This house had no windows, and no sound could be heard from within or without its walls. The door was a decorative piece of magic, whose enchantment made the building invisible to anyone who passed.

Should you stumble upon it, you would merely feel a bitter cold. Birds don’t sing in its eaves or surrounding trees; animals steer clear of it. And the only way in or out, is if the sole inhabitant allows it. Many have attempted to find where Helena lives, but the whispers of magic push them away. Depend on her mood, explorers may spend weeks lost in the wood, traveling the same, circular path. Armies could not get through this witchy stronghold.

No one could get out, either.

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James brought a wooden plate of fruit, cheese, and bread to Helena who was lying in bed, her cloak wrapped around her loosely. The night they had spent together had been one of the most electric, carnally charged experiences he had ever had. And since it had passed, he had spent every day desperate for more.

Hook set the platter down and sat beside Helena, kicking his legs up and crossing his arms over his stomach, watching her lovingly as she brought a blackberry to her lips. James sighed contentedly and looked down at his right hand, once again transfixed at its presence.

The pair sat in silence, the captain looking back to her with a deep respect and longing in his gaze. Oh what he wouldn’t do for another glorious night in her sheets. He tipped his head back against the stone wall and sighed, tripping over his words in his mind, trying to figure out how to ask if they could go to bed again. Before the first word left his lips, Helena hopped nimbly to her feet and walked over to the single table in the room.

“Wine, dear capitán?” she called, uncorking the wine bottle.

“God yes, I’m parched,” he said, sitting up and swinging his legs around the side of the bed.

The deep purple wine was brought to James’ lips for him, and he took the cup happily, smiling up at Helena in adoration.

How had he spent so much of his life chasing after the demon Peter, when this angel was on the island the whole time? Nothing seemed to matter anymore; Pan, the ship, his past. Only Helena mattered.

James drank long and hard until every last drop was gone. He looked up at her, greedy for more of the sweet nectar.

Were there a mirror in the home he’d grown to love, he would see his forget-me-not blue eyes had turned a deep shade of violet. He brightened with the glass of wine, and with it, his undying loyalty to the witch.

“I have to go out,” Helena told him, smoothing back his rust-colored hair. It had grown since he’d first come. How, he did not know, as it had only seemed a couple of days since his arrival. The locks he normally kept sheared short had grown to hang around his shoulders.

“Do you?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her tenderly, pressing a kiss to the center of her chest. The necklaces she wore dug into his lips as he moved along, one hand lifting her skirt. But as always, she stopped him. Helena rested her hands on his shoulders gently.

“Yes, dear one. And soon you will have to go as well.”

“Go? Go where?” He looked up at her, a pang of fear gripping his heart.

“You must go where all men go eventually,” she commented darkly, running her sharp nails through his hair. The words did not scare him, only the fear of her leaving him. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, resting the side of his face against her chest.

“I’ll not leave you,” he stated firmly, as though he had a chance at defying her. If she told him to jump off Glass Peak he’d do it, only to please her.

“It has been fun having you in my little den of hedonism. But everything has its time, Hook.” She told him, stroking his hair affectionately. “Or rather, time has everything. Tick-tock goes the clock and the world spins on, ever growing, ever expanding, ever dying, ever birthing. And if time were to stop,” her hand froze in his hair, eyes fixed somewhere far away. “So would all of we. And time on Neverland has been fixed for so long. The same story chasing its tail around the tide, always the flying boy and the pirate captain. The heathens that broke time, that broke the mother island.”

Hook was not listening to her words, but hungrily planting kisses up the middle of her clothed breast, fingers clutching into the fabric with unrestrained desire.

“It has to end. All of it, everything. So that it can begin. And we will be so happy again, mother, just the two of us and all of the glories of the island,” Helena spoke quietly before quickly looking over her shoulder, a frown on her face. “No, I understand what you think, but I am the protector. I will not let these savages molest your shores and pervert your purpose.” Helena's ears pinkened, hearing the other half of a silent conversation while Hook tried desperately to pull her onto him once more. She clutched a fistful of James’ hair and pulled his head back from her skin, causing him to look up at her. His eyes were sleepy, dark rimmed but full of wanton desire for her body. “Should I kill you first?” She asked darkly, and not even the faintest shiver of fear ran through him.

“Do you want to?” Hook asked, running his hands down her backside, holding her bum and pushing her body toward him again.

“Do I want--” She gave a huff of frustrated laughter and pulled away from him, shoving his head away from her as she went. “I liked you better when you were unmuddled,” she stated, picking up a black satin bag, and rifled through it. “Here, you lovesick pup,” she said, tossing him a small chocolate. “Eat this.”

James grinned at her, willing to do whatever it was she wanted, and took a bite out of the sweet. He stared as he chewed, smile ever slowly fading from his lips. The purple fog in his eyes melted away just as slow, and he jolted back against the stone wall, falling to the floor.

“You bitch,” he gripped the sides of his head, squeezing his eyes shut as everything that had transpired over the last five months came flooding back to him.

Helena stood before him, stomach swelled proportionate to the time he had spent locked in this house, and smiled.

“You said one night,” he barked through gritted teeth, snatching his boots off the floor and pulling them on as his head ached with the rush of memories.

“I tried to send you away, but you insisted on staying,” she smirked, and held up the bottle of wine. “Care for a glass of wine, capitán?” Helena asked maddeningly.

“You poisoned me!” He raged, eyes fixating on her belly.

“Of course I poisoned you, you idiot,” Helena fired back, rolling her eyes before dropping her cloak onto the bed, and shaking her long locks over her shoulders. “You were just so fun to have around, jumping around for me like a trained capuchin,” she grinned unashamedly.

“Wait,” Hook winced, ignoring her attempts at winding him up, and tried to focus on what she was just saying. “What do you mean it all has to end?”

The witch brightened immediately, holding onto her belly protectively, and crossed to an inlaid cupboard in the wall.

“Oh, I do love when men listen,” she chirped, opening the cupboard and tucking the satin bag in beside something. Whatever was in there was causing a faint glowing, and James thought something familiar sounded, like a tinkle of bells. “You are all going to fade away, James Hook. You, the lost boys, the merfolk, the Indians hiding in the caves. All of my mother island’s invaders, gone. Because now I have the final piece, thanks to you,” she simpered, looking lovingly down at the bump.

“What do you have in there?” Hook asked, stepping forward, wanting to glean as much information as he could. “The final piece for what?”

Helena kicked the door back with her elbow, concealing the frantically jingling bells.

“You’ll see,” she grinned, waving her fingers in goodbye. “Goodbye, James.”

“Don’t you dare--” he stepped forward, about to grab her arm, but instead his step fell heavy on the wooden floor of his cabin on the Roger.

A cold anger rushed through his body, and he pulled the bedchamber door open abruptly. Starkey, who had been sitting behind the captain’s desk, booted feet up on the table startled so quickly that he fell out of the chair.

“C-captain?” Jack stood immediately, trembling at James’ sudden appearance, looking very much like one seeing a ghost. “We thought--”

“Get me Smee.”

#are we ready???#i'm ready #i'm so ready #ahahah #part three: repercussions #closed

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pikapeppa · 4 years

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Felassan/Lavellan modern AU: Habit

Chapter 3 of Inadvisable (professor Solas AU) is posted!

In which Tamaris gets pulled into an odd conversation with a strange man named Felassan, then pulls him back into something that involves considerably less talking. 👀

Drop-dead gorgeous art by @elbenherzart!!

~3400 words; read on AO3 instead.

- TAMARIS -

Tamaris should’ve stayed home.

She propped one elbow on the cocktail table and idly looked around. The campus bar was full to bursting with faculty and grad students. Many of the grad students looked younger than her, and all of them were bright and shiny and enthusiastic about starting their grad careers.

Good for them, she thought flatly. She took a sip of her whiskey and raised an eyebrow at Athera. “You’re drinking that cider awfully slowly, considering the day you had.”

Athera sighed. “I wish I could get buzzed, believe me. But the last thing I want to do is show up at work hungover tomorrow and have Abelas — sorry, professor Abelas — thinking I’m a drunk as well as an incompetent baby.”

Tamaris curled her lip. “I still can’t believe he insisted on you calling him ‘professor’. What a dick.”

“Shh,” Athera hissed. She elbowed Tamaris. “Keep your voice down! He might be here. Or one of the other faculty will hear you.”

“I don’t give a shit who hears me,” Tamaris said.

“Okay, then you can find me another research coordinator job at this university,” Athera said brightly. “Make sure it’s a history or social studies lab, though. I’m a little rusty in my organic chem. I wouldn’t want to go blowing up a building by accident or something.”

Tamaris rolled her eyes. “All right, all right, I get it.” She sipped her drink again, then glanced at Nare, whose big blue eyes were scanning the room as though she was looking for someone. She was also already nursing her second cocktail of the night, which was unusual for her.

Tamaris nudged her. “What’s up with you?”

Nare glanced at her. “Hm? What do you mean?”

“You’ve been weird all afternoon since you got home from the museum,” Tamaris said. “Did you have an artistic epiphany or something while you were there?”

Nare smiled distractedly, but her eyes were still shifting around the room. “Uh… um, no. It was a good exhibit. You should go.”

“I will,” Tamaris said. “But seriously, you’re being cagey as fuck.”

Athera snorted a laugh, and Nare finally turned to face them fully. “I’m not being cagey!”

“You are too. You look like you’re being hunted,” Tamaris said matter-of-factly. “Or like you’re hunting for someone. I can’t decide.”

Athera pulled a little face. “You are acting kind of weird, lethallan. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Nare said brightly. “Just excited! First day jitters, you know. Almost first day, I mean.”

“Uh-huh,” Tamaris said. She eyed Nare skeptically, then tilted her head. “I like your dress.”

Nare smiled and smoothed a hand over the short flowy skirt of her cranberry-red dress. “Thanks! It’s my favourite.”

Athera brushed a bit of lint from Nare’s shoulder. “Isn’t this the one you usually wear on first dates?”

“You’re right, it is,” Tamaris said. She raised her eyebrows at Nare. “Why are you wearing your sexy first-date dress?”

Nare scoffed. “You guys are such stalkers. It’s not a first-date dress, it’s a confidence dress.”

Athera shrugged affably. “Red is the colour of confidence.”

“Exactly,” Nare said. She took another sip from her drink — more of a gulp, really — then looked at Athera. “So you didn’t meet Solas today at the lab, then?”

“No, but Merrill said he should be here tonight,” Athera said. “That would be nice if you met him tonight, hey? Get it out of the way so it’s not so nerve-wracking tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” Nare said, and she drained the last of her drink.

Tamaris narrowed her eyes at Nare, but before she could pick on her some more, Athera straightened up and tapped Nare’s arm. “Oh, speaking of Merrill, she’s over there with Dagna and Tamlen! Come on, you should meet them. I’ll introduce you guys.” She looped her arm through Tamaris’s elbow, but Tamaris balked.

“You go ahead,” she said. “I’ll wait here.”

Athera’s face fell. “Why? You should come meet them! We’re probably going to end up spending a lot of time hanging out with them.”

Tamaris shook her head and extracted her arm from Athera’s grip. “It’s all right. You guys go have your ancient Elvhen lab chat. I’ll be here.”

“Seriously, Tam, are you okay?” Nare asked.

Her expression was apologetic, and Tamaris frowned. Nare and Athera both knew she hated making small talk with strangers. “I’m fine,” she said testily. “Why are you asking?”

Nare pulled a little face. “I don’t know. I just… now I feel kind of bad dragging you here.”

Tamaris gave her a chiding look. “Don’t feel bad. It’s fine. You meant well.” She rolled her eyes. “Getting the fuck out of the house is apparently good for people sometimes.”

Nare smirked, then squeezed her arm. “All right, we won’t be gone long.”

Tamaris nodded and watched as Athera and Nare slipped away into the crowd. She sighed and finished her whiskey, then leaned her elbows on the table and watched the new students chattering with each other and making nervous attempts to talk to the faculty members.

“Well, you look out of place.”

Tamaris rolled her eyes at the strange male voice. Some men just couldn’t get the hint to fuck off even if it was practically stamped across the back of her leather jacket.

She glanced dismissively at the man who’d spoken to her, then paused in surprise. He was a tall lean elf with unusual violet eyes and a cocky little smirk. But it was his hair that really surprised her. His midnight-black hair was long and lustrous, probably longer than Tamaris’s if it was loose, but it was pulled into a neat bun at his nape, with two understated braids that coursed from his temples back into the bun: a style that was both classic and foreign.

“Like you should talk,” she said. “You’re from Arlathan, aren’t you?”

The stranger smiled. “What gave me away? The accent? The sense of superiority?”

Tamaris smirked despite herself. “Definitely the accent. The superiority hasn’t reared its head yet.”

He chuckled and stepped a little closer to her. “Yet, you say? I’ll keep that in mind and try to hide it for as long as possible.”

She huffed. “Don’t bother. If you’re an asshole, might as well just admit it up front.”

“But then you would stop talking to me,” he said.

“Yeah, I would,” she said bluntly. “It would save us both a lot of time.”

His smile widened, and he held out his hand. “Felassan.”

She hesitated for a second, then shook his hand. “Tamaris.”

“Tamaris,” he said slowly. He released her hand. “That’s a classic Elvhen name. Do you know what it means?”

Oh boy, she thought ruefully. “Let me guess: you’re going to tell me,” she drawled.

“I could, if you like,” he said.

She eyed him skeptically, then turned to face him and folded her arms. “Go on, then. Tell me.”

He leaned casually against the cocktail table and folded his arms as well. “‘Tamaris’ means ‘my forever second’. The meaning is not unlike ‘best friend forever’ or ‘partner forever’.”

Tamaris barked out a rough little laugh. “What a line. How lucky for you that it doesn’t mean something unflattering like ‘thorny weed’.”

“It is lucky, isn’t it?” Felassan said pleasantly. “But then again, one man’s weed is another man’s favourite flower.”

She stared at him incredulously. That was smooth as hell. How had he come up with that response so fast? “I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?” she asked. “Are you a student?”

He lifted one eyebrow. “Do I look like a student?”

“No, actually,” Tamaris said. “You’re dressed like shit compared to everyone else here.” To be fair, Felassan wasn’t badly dressed; his black jeans and Converse sneakers were well-fitted and clean, and his Veilfire t-shirt was also a flattering fit that showcased his lean but muscled chest. All the same, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt when every other man in the room was wearing blazers or collared shirts.

He snickered. “I could say the same about you. I don’t see any other women here in combat boots.”

“Well, I’m not a student,” Tamaris said.

“Neither am I,” Felassan said. “Not anymore.”

“Oh,” Tamaris said. “Congratulations.”

He tilted his head. “Why do you say that?”

“I…” She trailed off, feeling a little nonplussed. “I assumed you finished your degree.”

“What degree do you assume that I finished?”

“Uh… fuck, I don’t know.” She stared at him with growing bemusement. “Did you finish a degree?”

“I did, in fact,” he said. “I finished my PhD two years ago.”

“Oh,” she said again. Then she frowned at him. “Then why the fuck were you giving me such a hard time about saying congratulations?”

He smirked. “For the pleasure of seeing the confusion paint your pretty face.”

She stared at him for a second longer, then scoffed. “Fuck’s sake. You’re a real menace, you know that?”

“Thank you,” he said cheerfully. “I try my hardest.”

She huffed in amusement and reached for her whiskey glass, then realized it was empty. Felassan nodded his chin at her glass. “Would you care for another?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why are you talking to me?”

“Should I not be talking to you?” he asked.

She shrugged. Now that he was talking to her, she didn’t really mind, but it didn’t explain what had brought him over in the first place. “I don’t exactly look inviting,” she said.

“That’s true,” he agreed.

“So what then?” she demanded. “Why did you bother me?”

“Because I like the look of your face,” he said.

She raised her eyebrows. “My face? You mean my resting bitch face that you totally ignored?”

He smiled, but his tone was serious. “I mean that you weren’t smiling. Yours was the only face in this crowd that wasn’t smiling.”

She shot him a look of rebuke. “So what, you came over here to make me smile? Did you think smiling would make me more pretty?”

“You mistake my meaning,” he said. “You were not smiling, but you looked as if you were seeking a reason to smile.”

Something in her belly twisted uncomfortably. She huffed and looked away from him. “Aren’t you a fancy fucking fortune-teller.”

“Not at all,” he said. “Just someone who recognizes the feeling.”

She glanced at him once more. For the first time since he’d come over to her, his expression was completely serious.

She dropped his gaze again and shrugged. “All right. I could use another drink.”

A small smile lifted his lips, and he gallantly ushered her to the bar. A minute later, he handed her a glass of whiskey before lifting his own.

“Enansal’in,” he said. “Or ‘cheers’, as you would probably say.”

“Cheers,” she said. She tapped her glass to his, then eyed him as she sipped her drink. He was undeniably smooth, which instantly made her suspicious. He’d also obviously been watching her, since he knew exactly what she’d been drinking.

Some women might find it charming. Tamaris found it creepy. On the other hand, he was hot and clever, and she hadn’t had sex since she and the girls had moved to Orlais a few months ago. And if Felassan wasn’t a student anymore, she probably wouldn’t get stuck running into him through Nare or Athera.

She gulped down the rest of her drink, then placed her glass on the bar. “Do you smoke deep mushroom?”

He grinned. “Deep mushroom isn’t legal in Orlais.”

“I don’t give a fuck what’s illegal in Orlais,” she retorted.

Felassan chuckled. “You really are my kind of woman.”

She scoffed. “Come on, then,” she said. She pushed away from the bar and headed for the door, and a minute later, they were standing against the wall in the empty alley beside the campus bar.

Tamaris pulled a joint of elfroot and deep mushroom from her purse and deftly lit it, then offered it to Felassan. He took it with a smile and brought the joint to his lips, then took a deep drag and released the smoke in a series of perfect rings.

“Show-off,” Tamaris accused.

He treated her to another handsome grin, then handed her the joint. “Where do you hail from, then, if you smoke deep mushroom with such impunity?”

“Kirkwall, most recently,” Tamaris replied.

He nodded. “Ah, Kirkwall. I’ve heard tales. Is it true that it’s possible to get anything there if you know the right people?”

Tamaris huffed in amusement. “Pretty much, yeah.” She took another drag of deep mushroom and handed him the joint, then eyed him thoughtfully as he smoked it. “You’ve never been there, then?”

He shook his head and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “Orlais is the only place I’ve been since leaving Arlathan.”

Tamaris nodded slowly. “Orlais is… honestly, there are better places to visit. You should travel more.”

“Are you well-travelled?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t say that, really, but I’ve visited a few places,” she said. “Rivain, Antiva, a few of the Free Marcher states…”

Felassan raised his eyebrows. “That sounds well-travelled to me. You have been many places more than I.” He held out the joint.

Tamaris took the joint and brought it to her lips. “Our reservation is just east of Starkhaven, so it’s pretty well-situated for making trips along the east coast.”

“Reservation?” Felassan said. “You’re Dalish, then?”

Tamaris frowned. She hadn’t meant to tell him that. She didn’t usually like getting into the ‘are you actually Dalish’ conversation with strangers.

Serves me right for smoking deep mushroom with a stranger, she thought ruefully. She took another deep drag, then held out the joint to him. “Yeah. I’m really Dalish. This vallaslin isn’t just a ‘cute aesthetic’.”

Felassan nodded thoughtfully. “That tattoo means something to you.”

“Of course it does,” she said. Then she gave him an appraising look. “I’m kind of surprised you don’t have vallaslin.”

He smiled slowly before exhaling a mouthful of smoke. “Why is that?” he asked.

“Vallaslin is an ancient Elvhen tradition,” she said. “I thought you Arlathani elves knew those traditions better than we do.”

He laughed softly and handed her the joint. “I would no more compare Dalish and Arlathani traditions than I would compare a dragon and a lizard.”

Tamaris narrowed her eyes. “And who’s the lizard in this scenario? Us or you?”

“Either,” Felassan said. “Take your pick. The dragon and the lizard are so far removed as to defy comparison.”

Tamaris lifted her chin. “You’re telling me you don’t think the dragon is more powerful than the lizard?”

He gazed at her in silence for a moment before replying. “I’m saying there might be a reason I am still in Orlais even though I finished my degree two years ago.”

Tamaris studied him wordlessly. His lips were curled at the corners with humour, but there was something about his eyes on her face that felt… piercing, somehow. Like he was seeing more on her face than just her vallaslin.

She looked away from him and took one last deep drag from the joint, then dropped the butt on the ground. She blew out the smoke in a long exhale, then turned back to Felassan.

She stepped very close to him and curled her fingers in the fabric of his t-shirt, and a wicked smile lit his face. “Is there something I can help you with?” he said.

His voice was laced with mischief and a hint of heat, and a little seed of lust bloomed deep in her belly. “Yes,” she said, and she kissed him.

His lips parted beneath hers, and Tamaris dipped her tongue into his smoke-perfumed mouth. His hands rose to cradle her neck before sliding into her hair, and Tamaris savoured the warmth of his palms on her scalp.

Felassan’s tongue slid smoothly around her own, a slow heated caress inside of her mouth, and Tamaris was surprised to feel her shoulders relaxing at the slow and soothing movement of his mouth over hers. Then his fingers tightened in her hair, and he gently tugged her head back.

She gasped as a rush of lust fanned through her body. A second later, she was pressed against the cool alley wall with Felassan’s hands in her hair and his mouth at her throat.

She gasped again and clenched her fingers in his shirt. His teeth and lips were trailing slowly along the tendon in her neck with a torturous sort of delicacy, and the frantic pulse between her legs was a total mismatch with how slowly and carefully he was kissing her neck.

He lapped gently at her neck, and she dragged in a breath. “F-fuck,” she whimpered.

He dropped another tantalizing kiss on her throat, then leaned away slightly and stroked her neck with his palms. “Tamaris, I thought you should know. I… don’t make a habit of this.”

“A habit of what?” she panted.

“Kissing strangers in alleyways outside of bars,” he murmured.

She scoffed. “Uh-huh.”

He quirked one eyebrow. “You don’t believe me?”

“With how smooth you are?” she said archly. “Of course I don’t fucking believe you.” Not that it mattered whether this was a habit of his or not; she was primed and ready for him, and she didn’t care if she never heard from him again after this, not if he was able to fuck her as well as he kissed.

He smiled slowly and stepped even closer to her — close enough that the hard ridge of his groin was pressing against her belly. Her eyelids fluttered at the feel of his hardness, and he chuckled softly. “I can understand your suspicion,” he murmured. “Words are cheap and easy, aren’t they?”

She nodded distractedly, and Felassan tilted her chin up with one hand. “This is a conundrum, then. How to convince you that I’m not the playboy that you take me for?”

“I don’t care if you’re a playboy,” she panted.

He brushed his lips over hers. “I do,” he whispered. He kissed her softly, then coaxed her lips apart with little careful laps of his tongue before sealing his lips over hers.

Tamaris whimpered, but the sound was muffled by his tongue sliding smoothly along the length of hers. He was so gorgeous, and his kisses were so careful and delicious, and when was the last time anyone had kissed her like this? That anyone had taken the time to really kiss her, like the kissing in itself was an act worth enjoying in its own right rather than the necessary prelude to something more?

Not that she didn’t want more – gods, did she ever want more. And her apartment was just a fifteen-minute walk down the street…

She gripped Felassan’s hips and pressed herself firmly against his front. He broke their kiss and groaned: a gorgeous, bone-melting sound that trickled down her spine and lit a fresh pulse of desire through her core.

Then he released her and stepped away.

She stared breathlessly at him. His cock was a visible ridge in his pants, and he was smiling broadly.

“Goodnight, Tamaris,” he said. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” He bowed his head politely, then turned and walked away.

Tamaris watched in disbelief as he turned the corner and disappeared. By the time she was able to move her lust-paralyzed limbs and step out of the alley back onto the street, he was gone.

Un-fucking-believable, she thought. She stood on the sidewalk for a second, torn about what to do next. Should she go home and get herself off, or should she go back into the campus bar and get rip-roaring drunk by herself? She honestly couldn’t decide which option was more tempting or pathetic.

She sighed heavily, then pulled her phone out of her purse to find a number of texts from Athera.

-Athera 22:37- Where are you? Did you go home?

-Athera 22:37- Nare abandoned me to talk to someone else lol

-Athera 22:45- Taaaaaaaam don’t ghost me ilu ToT

-Athera 22:48- Seriously though I should probably get going soon, early work tmr ugh. Are you guys gonna come home with me? Hot choccy when we get home? I’ll make it :3

That was about ten minutes ago. Tamaris sighed and shoved back her hair, then tapped out a reply.

-Tamaris 22:58- Just outside for some air. Coming back in

She dropped her phone back in her purse, then realized something: neither she nor Felassan had thought to get each other’s phone numbers.

She froze for a second, then laughed bitterly to herself. Of course she hadn’t gotten his phone number. And of course she hadn’t gotten any sex. That was just her luck.

“Fuck’s sake,” she muttered, then shoved open the door to the campus bar and went back inside.

#felassan #felassan/lavellan #felassan x lavellan #inadvisable #professor solas au #pikapeppa writes #elbenherzart

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 3

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: Damonxoc at first, Tylerxoc for a hot minute, Elijahxoc for a hotter minute, KlausxOc endgame. Warnings: Abuse. A/N: Damon is out of character in the beginning, but it gets better I promise.

The next morning Katie woke up, threw a black tank top and red shorts into her school bag and started down stairs. When she got to the bottom she was met by her grandpa’s angry face. “Shouldn’t you be at work?” she asked, not knowing what he was still doing home when he usually left before the sun even came up.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what this is about.” He practically growled at her. The furious look in his dark brown eyes made her take a step back up the stairs.

“I swear. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, taking another step back.

"Really?" He asked taking a menacing step toward her. "So you didn't let a boy into your bedroom window last night?"

"No, I didn’t." She answered with stiffened shoulders and clenched teeth.

He glared at her then the next thing she knew the back of his hand collided with the side of her face, hitting her so hard that her glasses went flying and she fell to the floor. "I will not have a whore living under my roof again." He leaned down and grabbed her face in his large hand, squeezing too tight. "Don't you ever pull that shit again or I'll do more than give you a little slap." He stood up and massaged his hand. "Now get your sorry ass out of my sight."

She picked herself and her glasses up off the floor and rushed to her car. She didn't bother checking her face until she pulled up at the school and parked. The first thing her eyes landed on was a bright red spot in the white of her left eye. She took her glasses off and leaned closer to see that a blood vessel in her eye had popped. "Awesome." She sighed and put her glasses back on, then noticing the very slight tinge of pink on her cheek.

She could only hope that no one noticed so that she wouldn't have to come up with a lie. Finally because she couldn't put it off any longer she hopped out of the car and headed over to Elena and Bonnie who had walked past her. "Is this the whole witch mojo thing again?" Elena asked Bonnie as Katie walked up to them.

"What about witch mojo?" Katie asked as she pushed the strap of her bag further up on her shoulder.

"Bonnie touched Stefan and got a bad feeling." Elena filled her in. "She thinks I should slow things down with him."

"Maybe you should listen to her." Katie said with a shrug. "I mean her feelings have been really accurate here lately." Katie gave Bonnie a smile that told her that she wasn’t making fun.

"Not you too." Elena groaned.

"We’re just concerned." Bonnie summed it up.

"And I love you two for it." She told them as she placed a hand on each of their shoulders then let them go. "But I feel good. It's been a hard year and I'm kinda starting to feel like things are getting back to normal again. Stefan’s a big part of that."

Katie and Bonnie were sharing a look of concern when Stefan walked up. "I'm gonna try to call Caroline. She’s not answering her phone." Bonnie said as she started walking off.

"Yeah, I don’t have an excuse, but I'm gonna go too." Katie said with motion to the school over her shoulder.

"Katie don't-" Elena started.

"See you later." Katie cut Elena off as she walked away.

Due to Katie having to spend lunch time in the math room getting help with what she couldn't understand during the actual class, Katie didn't see Elena or Bonnie until after school, during cheer practice.

Bonnie and Katie were doing stretches when Elena showed up. "Oh my God! You're here." Bonnie yelled as she hopped up and hugged Elena.

"Yeah we didn't think you'd actually show." Katie said as she looked around. "Speaking of no shows, where's Caroline? She never misses practice."

"I don’t know. I haven't talked to her all day." Bonnie answered looking around for Caroline.

"Change of subject." Elena said, getting her friends attention. "You two are coming to dinner tonight."

"We are?" Bonnie and Katie asked at the same time.

"Mmhmm." Elena said as they all sat down and started stretching again. "You two, me and Stefan."

"I don't think Grandpa is gonna go for that." Katie said avoiding eye contact with her friend.

"Yeah tonight's not good." Bonnie tried to get out of it too.

"You can sneak out, you do it all the time. Your grandpa’s oblivious." Elena pointed at her and Katie couldn’t help but think about how bad she would get beaten if her grandpa found out about her sneaking out. Elena then pointed at Bonnie, "and you're just trying to get out of it. You're coming, both of you."

"Fine." Bonnie sighed.

Elena turned to Katie with expectant eyes. "I'll see what I can do."

"Seriously, where is Caroline?" Bonnie asked as she grabbed her phone and speed dialed Caroline.

"I don't know. It's not like her." Elena said with a shrug as they heard a car drive up.

"Um, is that Caroline?" Katie asked as a light blue, convertible Camaro parked near them and Katie recognized the driver as Damon. "With Damon Salvatore?"

The three girls stood up as they watched Caroline kiss Damon. "Salvatore, as in Stefan?" Bonnie asked.

"Yeah." Katie answered not looking away from Damon where he still sat in his car wearing sunglasses.

"Wait, how do you know Damon?" Elena asked Katie.

"I met him at the grill the other night." Katie shrugged as if it were no big deal.

Caroline came walking up, "I got the other brother." She said proudly as she walked through the group of friends and looked at Elena, "hope you don't mind." She stood at the front of the group of cheerleaders and started barking out orders. Katie noticed Damon looking at Elena. It wasn't until she looked away that Damon turned his eyes to Katie and gave her a wink. She glared at him with flared nostrils. “Katie!” Caroline snapped getting Katie’s attention. “Are you deaf? Get into formation.” She tore her eyes from the ever smirking Damon and did as Caroline demanded.

Katie didn’t fail to notice the scarf around Caroline’s neck or how snotty she was being to Elena. She knew that Caroline felt like she had gotten one up on Elena. She understood how it felt to constantly feel like Elena got everything, but Caroline was taking it to a whole other level of bitch.

After practice was over Katie headed home and showered. Thankfully her grandpa wasn’t home, so she could relax as she styled her hair, dressed in a white t-shirt, her black leather jacket, denim jeans and black knee high boots. She finished the look off with a little smudged eyeliner, mascara and clear lip gloss. Her grandpa was driving up as she pulled her car out of the driveway. She knew if he wasn’t drunk when she came home that she would be getting another thrashing. She would just have to cross that bridge when she came to it.

When she got to Elena’s she saw that Bonnie’s car was already parked outside. So she let herself into Elena’s like she had done for as long as she could remember. “Hey, guys!” Katie called seeing that they weren’t in the living room.

“Hey, we’re here!” Elena called and Katie followed the direction of her voice to the kitchen.

“Today I’m obsessed with numbers.” Bonnie was saying as Katie walked in. “Three numbers. I keep seeing 8, 14 and 22. How weird is that?” Katie sat down on the bar stool across the island from the two other girls.

“Maybe we should play the lottery.” Elena quipped, earning a glare from bonnie. “Have you talked to your grams?”

“No. She’s just gonna say it’s because I’m a witch. I don’t want to be a witch. Would you guys want to be a witch?” Bonnie asked with a look between her friends.

“I don’t wanna be a witch.” Elena answered with a grossed out look on her face.

“I don’t know. It sounds like it could be fun.” Katie answered with a shrug of her shoulders as she looked over the bar at the pasta that Elena was pouring into a glass bowl from a take out container.

“You know putting it in a nice bowl isn’t fooling anybody.” Bonnie and Katie laughed as Elena smiled and shook her head.

“Where are the serving spoons?” Elena asked looking around the kitchen.

“Middle drawer on the left.” Bonnie answered quickly.

Elena looked and they were there. “Okay, so you’ve been in this kitchen a thousand times.”

“Yeah…that’s it.” Bonnie said with a roll of her eyes as the doorbell rang.

“Okay, he’s here.” Elena said perking up as she turned to Bonnie. “Don’t be nervous. Just be your normal, loving self.” She then turned to Katie and scrunched up her nose. “And you…don’t be weird.”

Katie started laughing. “But that’s my best quality.” Elena just gave her a smirk and a pointed look over her shoulder as she headed for the door. Katie then turned to Bonnie who still looked a little freaked out over the serving spoon incident. “Okay, so experiment time.” She hopped down off of the stool and went around the island to where Bonnie was standing. “Tell me what’s in this drawer.” She pointed to the one that was right in front of Bonnie.

Bonnie concentrated then said, “Birthday candles.” When she pulled out the drawer a brand new pack of birthday candles sat on top of the other contents.

“I think you just need to accept the fact that you’re a witch.” Katie patted Bonnie on the shoulder then grabbed the bowls of food and brought them to the dining table.

They were in the middle of an awkward conversation revolving around Bonnie and her witchy heritage when they heard the doorbell ring. Elena went to answer it leaving the three to sit at the table staring down at their plates. “Surprise.” They heard Caroline at the door and Katie looked at Bonnie.

“Did you tell her about tonight?” she asked and Bonnie shook her head no and shrugged. Stefan left the table to see what was up.

After Damon and Caroline came inside they all moved to the living room where they started talking. Katie, no matter how badly she wanted to glare at Damon and Caroline where she sat on Damon’s lap, forced herself to smile along with the conversation. But when the topic turned to Elena coming back to the cheer squad the damn holding back Katie’s growing anger at Caroline started to break. “Elena wasn’t so lucky today. It’s only because you missed summer camp.” Caroline said smiling at Elena. “God, I don’t know how you’re ever going to learn the routines.”

“We’ll work with her. She’ll get it.” Bonnie spoke up with a look at Katie then another at Elena.

“I guess I can put her in the back.” Caroline kept going, pretending to be in thought about what to do with Elena. It was really grating on Katie’s nerves.

“You don’t really seem like the cheerleader type, Elena.” Damon said, hoping to be able to get Elena to talk.

But Caroline kept going, “Oh, it’s just because her parents died. Yeah, I mean, she’s just totally going through a blah phase. She used to be way more fun.”

The damn broke and Katie stood up from where she sat in the armchair near the one Caroline and Damon sat on. “Okay, I think you and I need to have a little chat.” She grabbed Caroline by her arm and pulled her outside, ignoring Caroline’s protests.

“What the hell Katie?” Caroline asked as Katie shut the front door.

“Me what the hell?” Katie asked, pointing to herself with a hand on her chest. “No you what the hell? Just because you’re dating Damon doesn’t mean you get to act like a complete and total bitch. Just because you got the hotter Salvatore brother you think you’re so much better than everyone else. I know you always feel like you’re in competition with Elena, I get it, I do too. But it’s not her fault and you don’t need to rub her face in it.”

“You know what? You’re just jealous that you didn’t get either of the Salvatore brothers.” Caroline told her with a glare.

“Yeah?” Katie asked as she grabbed the scarf around Caroline’s neck and jerked it off. “Why would I want someone that would do that to my neck?” she asked with a point to the bite mark on Caroline’s neck. “Why would I want to be a loose bitch like you?”

“At least I’m not a virginal prude!” Caroline yelled as she jerked the scarf out of Katie’s hand and frantically started putting it back around her neck.

Before she could finish Katie saw red and slapped Caroline across the face. Caroline stared at her, mouth agape before she grabbed Katie’s hair and yanked. Damon and Stefan rushed out of the house after the girls knocked over a vase, shattering it across the porch, and easily pulled the fighting girls apart. Damon held back Katie while Stefan held back Caroline. “What’s the matter with you guys?” Elena asked her friends with wide eyes.

“Let go of me, Damon.” Katie said, ignoring Elena, as she looked over her shoulder at Damon where he stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her stomach, holding her tightly against him. He gave her a smirk as he took his arms off of her. She straightened her hair and clothes as best she cold then walked over to Elena, past a glaring Caroline. “I’m sorry I ruined the night. I’ll buy you a new vase.” She then turned to Bonnie, Damon and Stefan who had let go of Caroline. “Good night.” She left them and got into her car hoping that her grandpa wasn’t going to be home when she got there.

TVDTVDTVD

"Where'd you run off to?" Her grandpa was waiting for her on the porch when she drove up.

"I went to Elena's, we had dinner and studied." She answered seeing the beer in his hand. Unfortunately he wasn't drunk, just buzzed. Her bad night was about to get worse.

"Why should I believe you?" He asked, getting up from the porch swing.

"Because it's the truth." She stiffened as he walked slowly over to her where she stood at the door.

"When do you ever tell the truth?" He asked as he grabbed her upper arm, digging his nails into her skin hard enough to hurt, but not pierce the skin. He pulled the door open and dragged her inside. "You went to his house didn't you?"

"Who are you talking about?" She asked with her face twisted in pain.

"You know who I'm talking about you little whore." He threw her onto the floor and she was just happy he was no longer touching her.

"If you don't believe me call Jenna." Elena's aunt Jenna wasn't even there, but Katie knew Jenna was cool. Even if Katie hadn't been there Jenna would cover for her.

"Get your sorry ass out of my sight." He scoffed and grabbed the cordless phone off the arm of the couch.

Katie practically ran up the stairs to her room where she slammed the door and flopped back on her bed. After catching her breath she sat up, turned her stereo on and lowered the volume. Tonight she didn't feel like writing in her journal, so she got straight to homework. It was 11:30 and she was finishing up a history paper when she heard a whoosh then a thud. She wasn't surprised to see Damon outside her window, and she pulled the curtains closed then sat back down at her desk. Instead of going away he pushed the window open himself and came inside. "You know, when a girl closes the curtains it means ‘go away’ not ‘come on in’." she stood up, glaring at him.

"Yeah, well, I don't take no for an answer." He said as he shut the window behind him and smiled at her where she sat at her desk.

"Yeah, well, you need to leave before the neighbors see you and get me in trouble again." She said with a point to the window.

"Come on Katie cat, don't be mad at me." He pouted at her.

"First of all don’t call me that and second I'm not mad. I'm pissed at you and mad at my friend and if my grandpa finds out you're in here he'll-" she stopped herself from letting him know exactly what kind of trouble he was going to get her into. She also realized how loud she had started talking.

"Katie!" Her grandpa yelled and she heard him coming up the stairs.

"You need to leave, now." Katie told Damon and gave him a push to the window.

"Why? He can't hurt me." Damon said with a cocky whisper as he stumbled back a bit.

"It's not you I'm worried about." She whispered, hearing Grandpa’s footsteps getting closer to her door. "Go!" She whispered and tried to shove him, but he didn't move.

She was still shoving at him when the bedroom door opened. "You tacky little bitch." Before her grandpa could take a step into her room Damon appeared in front of him.

"You are going to forget that I'm in here and anytime you hear me in here in the future you are going to forget all about it and carry on with your night." Grandpa repeated everything Damon said, sounding like a zombie. "Now go to bed." Her grandpa turned around and left. Damon shut the door then turned around and flashed Katie a smile. "Problem solved."

Katie rolled her eyes and sat down on her bed. "I'm still pissed at you."

"Come on, how can you stay mad at this face?" He asked, pointing at himself as he smiled again.

"Easy, I remind myself that you are feeding on Caroline after I specifically asked you not to hurt any of my friends." Katie said as she scooted back to lean against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest. Damon let his smile fall, looking aggravated. "Why are you with her anyway?"

"I don't know." He shrugged and sat down backwards in the desk chair. "She never shuts up, and I don't see it going anywhere, but she's good in bed so..." he trailed off.

Katie rolled her eyes. "Okay, so you have someone to feed off of and someone to screw so why are you here, Damon? What do you want from me?"

"Your friendship.” He said but it sounded more like a question and he looked a little confused. “Someone to hang out with...talk to without having to wipe your memory or play head games." He said with a shrug as if he was embarrassed.

"Right." She said, not believing him, but she couldn't tell him no. What if he decided to hurt her or drink her dry and kill her. "Then let's talk." She motioned for him to start.

"Why'd you pick a fight with Caroline tonight?" He asked with a smirk and a quirk of his brow.

"Teen gossip, really? That's what you wanna talk about?" She asked with raised brows.

“Girl fights are hot.” He said with a smile and a shrug.

Katie rolled her eyes. "Fine, I blew up on Caroline because she's been really bitchy since she started dating you. Like she thinks she's better than everyone else because-"

"Because she got the hotter Salvatore brother?" He finished for her revealing that he had heard her when she and Caroline were arguing.

She blushed and scratched at the back of her neck. "You heard that huh?" She asked sheepishly.

"Yep. Tell me, was she telling the truth when she called you a virgin and a prude?" He asked with a devious smile on his face.

"I'm not answering that." She shook her head making Damon smile.

"Come on, you're on the cheer squad. How virginal can you be?" He asked, making her throw a paper ball at him. "Really though, I didn’t take you to be the peppy cheerleader type."

"I'm not. Grandpa forced me into it along with softball and track. Plus I get to spend time with my friends." She shrugged.

"Yeah your grandpa seems like a class A prick." Damon said putting emphasis on the k at the end of the word prick.

"He is." She said with a nod. "But I might have to quit cheer if Caroline doesn't stop talking down to everyone. I get enough of that here and if she keeps it up I might have to smack her again." Katie admitted.

“He also seems young to be the grandpa of a 17 year old.” He added.

“Yeah that’s because he and grandma got married and started a family at, like eighteen and then my mother had me when she was really young. Grandpa’s in his late forties and goes to the gym three times a week.” She answered with a shrug.

Damon got up then sat down on her bed and scooted back to sit next to her, leaning against the wall. Katie glared at him. "What? That chair is uncomfortable."

"Nothing." Katie shook her head.

"Don't quit cheerleading." Damon said without looking at her. "If you quit Caroline wins. Besides, no one likes a quitter." He looked across his shoulder at her and smiled a cheeky smile. "Plus, you looked hot in those little short shorts of yours at practice today." He wiggled an eyebrow at her and bumped her shoulder with his.

"Flirting with me isn’t going to get you anywhere.” She answered looking down at her hands, picking at her cuticles. “Especially if you keep feeding on my friend.”

"Did your grandpa do that to your eye?" Damon asked out of nowhere. Katie didn't answer. No one had ever asked that before, not even Elena or Bonnie. She just stared down at her feet and started picking fuzz off of her socks. “Katie...” he drew out her name, but she still didn't look at him so he grabbed her chin between his thumb and pointer finger and turned her face to him. “Answer the question.” Katie finally nodded. "Do I need to compel him again?"

"No, I'll be fine." Katie answered quietly as she grabbed Damon's wrist and moved his hand from her face. “If I ask you to stop feeding on Caroline will you?” Katie asked knowing what the answer would be, but she hated the fact that he was hurting her and probably compelling her to cover it up and she couldn’t stand by and not try to do something about it.

“No.” Damon answered as if it was a stupid question.

“Even if I offer you me?” The fact that she wasn’t sure if she really wanted what she was offering was clear in her tone. “I know what you are. I’ve promised not to say anything and so far I’ve kept up that promise. You won’t have to compel me to forget about it and plus side, I’ve got seven years worth of practice in the art of covering up unexplainable injuries.”

When Damon didn’t say anything she looked across her shoulder to see him staring at her as if he was trying to figure her out. “Did you just submit a verbal resume to become my own personal juice box?” he asked, still glaring at her.

“Um, I guess that’s one way to look at it.” she answered feeling like a weirdo as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear then looked down at her hands folded in her lap and started picking at her cuticles. “Did I get the job? I’ll let you feed on me in exchange for leaving Caroline alone.”

“Anyone ever told you you’re weird?” Damon asked with a hit of a smile.

“Only every day of my life.” She answered with a smirk, giving him the same answer he had once given her.

“You should be more scared of me than you are.” He warned with a glare.

“But I’m not.” She countered as she turned her eyes from his to the colorful bubbles floating around on her computer screen.

“Why is that?” he asked. He’s seen a lot in his lifetime. Human women begging to let him feed on them while rolling around between the sheets, begging him to turn them with hopes of being together forever, etc, but Katie was just trying to do what was best for her friend, even if it put her in danger. He found himself wanting a friendship like that with her. He couldn’t think of anyone he knew that would throw themselves under the bus for him.

“I don’t know.” Katie shrugged, still staring at her computer screen. “Because I’m weird, I guess.” It got quiet between them for a while. Katie was lost in thought, hoping she wasn’t getting herself in too deep with Damon in order to help her friend. Hoping Caroline wouldn’t be too heart broken if she did get Damon to break it off with her. Damon on the other hand was lost in thought about if he wanted to trade the sex and fun feeding activities with a cute blond for something probably not as fun with an interesting, auburn haired, virgin. “So, do we have a deal?” Katie finally asked.

“I don’t know, I’m still thinking about it. Remind me again why I should trade fun, sexy Caroline for feeding on a girl who’s best friend called a virginal prude?” he asked. "Also are you aware that this little deal of yours sounds like you're just trying to get the hotter Salvatore brother all to yourself so you can be the one rubbing everyone's noses in it?"

"First of all, a virgin? Maybe. A prude? No. Second I don’t want you all to myself I want you to stop hurting people that I care about. And being with Caroline just so you can use her for sex, blood and brainwashing is hurting her in my book." She answered.

Damon, needing more time to think through his decision, stalled by asking, "So you think I'm hotter than Stefan huh?"

"I thought we already covered that." She answered with creased brows, avoiding the question.

"You're being prudish." He sing songed not looking at her.

She decided that because Damon had such a big head she would mess with him a little bit before she actually answered his question. "You know I only said that because Caroline thinks she got the hotter brother right?" She said earning a 'oh whatever' look from Damon. "Stefan has the hair, the boy band face, the heart warming smile, the forest green eyes and the cute butt. He's romance novel hot."

"Okay, so you like Stefan better. I get it." He whined, not happy to hear her talking about his brother.

"I didn't say that." She smiled with a shake of her head.

"Well that's what it sounded like." He rested his head back against the wall.

"You didn't let me finish. He's hot, but he also seems like he can be a stick in the mud." She looked at Damon across her shoulder to see him looking down at her with his head still leaning against the wall. "Green eyed boy band doesn't really do it for me."

Damon smirked at her realizing she had been messing with him. "Then what does do it for you?"

"Icy blue eyes," She started, still looking at him, "that stand out against dark brown, slightly unkempt hair, a bright smile that makes me want to smile," Damon smiled a little bigger, "and muscles that are there, but aren't so big that they scare the shit out of me."

Testing the waters, Damon reached over and slid his fingertips over the back of her hand. She didn't pull away so he flipped her hand over and started drawing nonsensical shapes and swirls on her palm. "Deal."

"You know I'm not going to have sex with you just because I find you sexy right?" She asked, surprised yet happy that he would trade Caroline for her. “We can have fun if you want to, but my bottoms are staying on.”

"I know." He told her still playing with her hand. “And trust me, I want to.”

Her stomach tumbled and her cheeks flushed at his confession. “And you know that breaking up with Caroline and letting her down easy is a non negotiable part of the deal?"

"Yep." He popped the p at the end of the word.

"Then deal." She said as she pushed herself off the wall and turned to face him with her legs tucked under her as she held out her hand for a hand shake.

"Nu uh." Damon sat up as he smirked at her. "That's not how I seal a deal." He placed his hand on her neck and ran his thumb over her jaw line as he leaned into her. He could hear her heart beat increase as her eyes slipped closed and he pressed his lips to hers. She didn't kiss him back right away, making Damon realize that if she was a virgin that she might not have ever kissed anymore before. But when she placed her hand on his chest and started kissing him back, he lost all train of thought for a second.

He had eased her back on the bed and was kissing her neck as he slid his hand up her side closer and closer to her breast when her train of thought pulled itself from the wreckage Damon's kiss had caused. "Whoa, hey, slow down there cowboy." She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back.

He didn't have to respond to her push, but he did. "Yes?" he sighed.

"Break it off with Caroline first." She told him with a frown. "I'm not going to have fun with you while you're still with my best friend." She told him and he sighed and let his head fall to rest on her chest. "Let me see or hear you break it off with her without making her feel like she did something wrong, then we'll talk about how far I'm willing to let this," she motioned between them, "go."

"Why do you women always have to make things difficult?" He complained as he sat up and pulled out his phone.

"Stop whining. You knew I had morals when you made this deal." She popped off.

"I don't whine." His pouting tone made her smile.

"Sure you don't." She noticed that he was calling Caroline. "Put it on speaker and don’t mention me. No one needs to know about us."

He pressed the call button then put it on speaker. It rang four times before Caroline answered sleepily. "Hello?"

"Caroline, Sweetheart." He answered with a smile in his voice.

"Damon?" She asked with a yawn. "It's 12:00 in the morning. Is everything okay?"

"No." Damon answered and Katie mouthed the words ‘be nice’, to Damon. "You see, I've been thinking about us and it's just not working for me."

"What? Why not?" She asked and Katie felt a pang of guilt shoot through her chest at the hurt tone of Caroline's high pitched voice. "What did I do wrong?"

Damon saw Katie's pained expression. "Nothing. Okay? You did nothing wrong. It's me. You're simply too good for me." Katie dropped her eyes to her hands and started picking at her cuticles. "I'm no good, I'd only hurt you in the long run and you deserve someone that will treat you right."

"I don't understand. I-" she started.

"I'm sorry Caroline, but we’re over." He hung up the phone knowing Caroline would just drag it out if he didn’t. "Good enough for you?"

"Yeah." She nodded not looking at him as she continued to pick at her nails.

Damon placed a hand over hers, stopping her. "You keep that up and you won't have any skin left on your finger."

"Sorry. Nervous habit." She said with a shrug as she let him take her hand, flip it over and thread his fingers through hers.

"Now where were we?" He asked with one thing on his mind as he wrapped his free arm around her waist and laid her back, pinning the hand he healed down next to her head. Her free hand rested on his back and when he started kissing her neck she sighed and dug her fingertips into the black leather of the jacket he was wearing.

He started teasing his teeth over the sensitive skin of her neck as she pushed his jacket down his arms. "Don't bite my neck unless you plan on giving me some of your blood." She told him breathlessly. “I hate scarves.”

"Then where do you suggest?" He asked between kissing and nibbling at her neck, driving her crazy.

"Wrist, side, hip, anywhere that can be covered by a bracelet or-" She said as he kissed his way up her pail jaw line then cut her off by kissing her.

He kissed her for a minute then pulled back and sat up. She watched as he finished taking off his jacket then grabbed the back of his black t-shirt at the neckline and pulled it over his head. Katie found herself staring while resisting the urge to kiss every inch of his body that she could. "Too scary?" He asked remembering that too much muscle scared her.

"No." She laughed quietly. "Not at all." She sat up and pulled her shirt off then pressed her lips back to his as she draped her arms over his shoulders. His hands gripped her waist and picked her up, setting her on his lap straddling him, then slid up her back to the band of her bra. Feeling that he was about to undo the hooks she started kissing his neck. "Sorry, Charley, the bra stays on."

"Aww, come on, pleeease." He begged knowing she probably wouldn't give in.

"You're a bad influence, you know that?" She asked before she bit his neck harder than she intended.

"Mmhmm" He hummed as he grabbed her face between his hands and pulled her away from his neck. "And you're a tease." He said looking into her eyes and he slid his thumb over her lips.

"Sorry." She frowned and looked down at her fingers splayed out on his chest, hating that she couldn't just make herself turn off her conscience and have sex with a guy like other girls could.

"I didn't say I didn't like it." He said and she looked back up at him. He gave her a small smile that showed off one side of his smile lines.

She smiled and slid her hands up his chest to the back of his neck where one stayed as the other slid up into his hair. He sighed and started kissing her as he laid her back down then started kissing down her jaw line, neck, chest then over her breasts, sliding his hands down her sides as he did. When he got to the bottom of the band of her bra he asked, "You ready?" She nodded and he could tell she was nervous. So he grabbed one of her hands and kissed the back of it then placed it on his head and made her grab his hair. "You don’t like it or you want me to stop, pull."

She swallowed hard, placed her other hand on his head, embedding her fingers in his soft hair, and nodded, "I'm ready."

She shook as he kissed her left side just below her breast and grazed his teeth over her skin. She watched the veins pop up under his eyes as the whites turned red then he closed his eyes and sank his teeth into her. She hissed in a sharp breath, closed her eyes, but quickly relaxed as he grabbed one of her hands and gave it an encouraging squeeze. After a minute he pulled away and kissed her stomach. "You okay?"

"Yeah." She answered as she opened her eyes. "I'm fine. You can keep going if you want." She told him as she brushed his hair back. He smiled at her then kissed his way back to the bleeding bite. After another minute she started feeling sleepy. "Damon." She gave his hair a tug and he stopped. "I'm getting light headed."

He kissed his way up her body to her lips. She was slightly disturbed at herself for liking the taste of her blood on his tongue. Eventually, he slid to the side to lie beside her. "I didn't mean to take so much." He told her genuinely sorry as he brushed an auburn wave out of her face. "How do you feel?" He noticed her eyelids looked heavy.

"Dizzy...sleepy, kind of weak." she answered quietly.

"I'll be right back." He kissed her on her temple then went down stairs to the kitchen. "Okay, if I were a snack cake where would I be?" He asked himself as he looked around the kitchen. He checked the Pillsbury doughboy cookie jar, but only found crumbs. After looking in the pantry and the cupboards he finally found a chocolate bar in the freezer then grabbed a bottle of water out of the icebox. His next stop was the bathroom where he grabbed some gauze pads and medical tape.

When he walked back into the room she was sitting up attempting to put her shirt back on. "Will you help me?" She asked pathetically letting the shirt and her arms fall to her lap.

"In a minute." He tore the wrapper off the cold chocolate and handed it to her. "Eat this, your blood sugars low."

She took it from him, snapped off a piece then popped it into her mouth. "I hate chocolate."

"It's all I could find." He placed a few pads over the bite then grabbed her hand and placed it over them. "Hold that." While she held the gauze he tore off four pieces of tape.

"We don’t keep sweets in the house. Grandpa refuses to have a fat cow living under his roof." She said then bit off a piece of the chocolate.

"Your grandpa's a dick." He taped the gauze in place then grabbed the bottle of water from beside him and unscrewed the lid. "Drink."

She swallowed the chocolate then took the bottle from him. "Yep."

He grabbed her shirt and turned it right side out then put it over her head. "So," he drawled out the word then took the chocolate and water from her and set them on her night stand. She let him help her put her arms through the shirt sleeves. "Other than getting sick after, what did you think?"

She scooted back to lean on her headboard. "It was...scary." she answered then looked at him and his pretty blue eyes. "But fun. I liked it." She gave him a smile.

"Good." He told her with a smile as he leaned in and pecked her on the lips.

"Just...promise me you won't drink so much next time. I feel like shit." She pressed her hand to her head, massaging her temple.

"Sorry." He grabbed the chocolate and water and handed them back to her. She wrinkled her nose at the chocolate, but took it. "I really didn't mean to drink so much, but you taste really good. Best I've had in awhile."

Katie broke the chocolate bar up into pieces. "Wonder why?" She asked then tossed all of the chocolate into her mouth.

"A person's diet can affect it sometimes." He said with a shrug, "like not eating a lot of sugar."

Katie swallowed the chocolate as if she were eating something disgusting. After downing half the bottle of water she looked at the clock to see that it was after two in the morning. "Oh God,” Katie groaned, pressing her hand to her head. “It's late and I have a quiz first thing in the morning."

"Then I'll let you get some sleep." He got up and tucked her into bed then kissed her. "Good night Katie."

“Hey, Damon?” Katie asked, grabbing his hand as he started to grab his shirt and jacket.

“Hmm?” he hummed, turning back to her.

“Would you completely hate it if I asked you to stay?” she asked sleepily.

“No.” he laughed the word quietly. “Move over.” He said as he rubbed her shoulder and she scooted over as he slid under the black and white comforter. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his side. By the time he had gotten comfortable she was sound asleep with her head on his chest.

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The Adventures of a King and his Queen

Part Three

Summary: Ghosts of the past visit. Will Roman become a monster?

Warning: lots of angst and pain.

Silently, the four of you went back to nightclub.

“Take me to the back door.”

Once there, you and Doll-Face got Roman upstairs up to the penthouse. You walked him to the closet, “Fuck,” Roman barked, shaking his head, “At least they didn’t take my right arm.” His blue eyes were frozen chips. You and Doll-Face had managed to cover the bandages and dress him in a fresh suit and glove. After some struggle, you slipped the glove onto his only remaining hand, he grabbed yours.

“Y/N, this is gonna be a long fucking road ahead of us. He swallowed.

“I know, but I will be right here.” You were combing his hair so it looked good around the mask. “I will always be here.” You gave him a soft smile.

Wincing, he held up his hand gesturing his new face. “I am sorry I’m no longer the man who wooed you, who you fell in love with. Now, I truly look like the monster I really am. It can be seen by everyone.”

His words made your heart hurt, acting on impulse, and grabbed gently both sides of his face and kissed the now black cool lips. “You are still the man I love.”

You felt, as those lips kissed you back, he exhaled raggedly. “Y/N who the fuck did I pay off in heaven to get you.”

“No one. You were just who you are and I still love you. We will always love you.” Meeting his eyes, you smiled and brought his one day to your growing tummy.

“Damn, Y/N you might. But it will scare the baby. Their daddy is a monster.”

You shook your head. “No, they will love you like I do.”

“If you say so.” He remarked bitterly.

You adjusted the sling, so it looked liked his arm that was now gone forever was simply broken.

It would be awhile before a prosthetic would be made. Till then no one would know that they stole one of his limbs. Taking a comb, a final time you made his hair hang just right over the features of his new face.

He looked in the mirror. “Alright, let’s get down there and show them they messed with the wrong fucking man.”

*****

It was a usual Friday night at the Black Mask. Before you had headed down, you changed into something more appropriate. A sweet little dress with just the right heels. You watched as he managed to get to the center stage with flare. Singer giving him space. That was the Roman, you loved.

“Moving forward, I will take either a seltzer with lime or a ginger ale with some cherries.” You told to the bartender when he came over. He looked confused.

“It’s better for my health.” You were still in that early stage of the pregnancy. You were in no mood to tell anyone, just yet.

He nodded and smiled. “But still a martini for boss?”

You smiled and nodded. “You better believe it.”

You really wished for a real drink but you would have be strong. You were glad the bartender didn’t ask anything further about your drink. You didn’t feel like sharing the news at the moment, especially after what happened a few mere hours ago. As you took your drinks, you made your way over to the stage.

*****

Roman, made a slicing motion under his throat. The room instantly silenced.

“How is everyone doing?”

People held up glasses, their hands and cheers rang and bounced off the walls.

“That’s how we do it here at the Black Mask!” He paused and smiled. As you he looked down at you, he smiled. He took his drink from your hand and held it up. “Drinks on the house!” He downed the drink, then put the glass down on the piano. As drew close to him, he pulled you close. As you kissed him on the cheek, more cheers and woops filled the club.

“Roman....Roman...” a small group in the crowd chanted..and it grew..and grew.

“It’s working.” He whispered to you, he made a gesture after enjoying the chanting. “Alright, you’re in luck, shots on the house too!” He announced.

Together, you went and sat at table that the two of you sat at when he wanted to look out and watch things.

*****

A week later, you went downstairs and found Doll-Face. You found her wrapped up in the shawl. Your heart broke.

“Doll-Face?”

She looked up at you and rubbed her eyes.

“I buried him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped.”

“I’m sorry.” She sighed. “But you’re pregnant I didn’t want to strain you.”

“Alright. But I’d like to visit. Perhaps the next time?”

She nodded. “I think he’d like that.” She paused. “I am going to get that bitch.” Her eyes turned to stone and she stood up.

“Please do.” You paused. “Doll-Face, please don’t leave.” You pressed your lips together. “I know there are memories here but I feel safe with you near.”

“I won’t be going anywhere for awhile.”

“Good. Thank you.”

****

You tried to work on new projects but it got increasingly more and more hard. It was because the baby was growing but it was because you occupied with finding away to help Roman. You were determined to find away to get that mask off his face. Seeing how angry he was made you said. You knew he had always been a bit and also liked a bit of a surprise when he carried things out but now the mask stole that from him.

You loved him no matter what. He was your man, he would be the father of the baby you were carrying. It killed you that he only would get really close to you in dark of the night. You could feel that he had grown ashamed of himself in the mask. Nothing you said seemed to make him feel better.

****

2 months later

You were in the nursery, the walls were finally painted. With the use of his good arm and the prosthetic Roman helped you bring a rocking chair. It slipped from his good hand.

“Fuck!” He barked. He reached down, grabbed it and lifted it again. “Let’s get it that in there.”

He couldn’t get a good grasp on it.

“I wish I could fucking do something right.” Once, it was in there he sat down in the rocking chair. He covered his face with his hand. “Oh, Y/N I am sorry.” Tears, fell from his blue eyes. Roman, never was one for crying. He had not cry over the death Victor, but now he did.

You went and knelt beside him. “Roman, it’s ok.” You’re still negotiating with your new limb. “And look you already have stopped using the cane!” You happily pointed out.

“Our baby will be fucking terrified of me.” He spat out. Anger and bitterness brimmed in his voice.

“No, it won’t.” You stood up and took his hand. “Feel that?” You took his hand. “It’s kicking. They can’t wait to meet their daddy.”

Roman’s voice lightened. “They’re strong.”

“Well it’s our baby.”

****

That had been the only time you had seen Roman cry. You wished desperately you could find a way to desperately get the mask off his face. To change what happened. You continued to search high and low there had to be some way.

Doll-Face and Roman, along with Tattoo were acquiring more territory. The newspapers spoke of blood on the streets. Frankly, you did not care.

After, what happened you wanted blood as well. They killed Victor, a man who had been violent but there were plenty of others out there who where much worse. What they took from your Roman that night filled you with rage.

Getting ready for the baby consumed your hours during the day but at night you looked for a way to restore Roman to his former glory.

In the violence, that increased you began to see less and less of him. He had more to handle, to take care of. You had tried to, touch him...to kiss him but he had begun shrugged off all advances. He’d disappear into his office or stay in his corner of the club for all hours of the night.

******

As the months on went on the frequency of Roman waking up screaming beside you became common place. Because of that, it broke your heart when sometimes, he’d retire to his office and sleep on his sofa.

Waking with a start, one particular morning, the sky was still a cold bluish purple. His screams had made you heart race faster. You saw as his shadow looked over at you, breathing heavily. The shadow resembled his old self. You yearned for those days.

“Y/N, are you there?” He rasped.

“Yes, are you ok?” You whispered to the shadow.

“Yeah. “ He mumbled.

You felt as he shifted on the bed. Your eyes finally adjusting in the darkness, you saw that he turned his back to you and was silent once again.

You reached for him but you pulled back your hand. You couldn’t handle it if he were only to shrug it off again.

When you awoke up later that morning, he wasn’t there. Sighing, you got up and went about your business. Taking your vitamins for the baby. You went and looked out the window.

Ghosts of the past, swirled around you.

Moulin Rouge was playing on the tv, Doll-Face and you were drinking absinthe when Roman and Victor finally finished their games of pool. The girl talk and the gushing over the male had come to in end. Though when, Come What May was sung or Roxanne played you two sang at the top of your lungs despite the looks the boys had on their faces. Their lips curling, wondering what made the two of you enjoy such a silly movie.

There had been another night where the girl talk went on with no interruptions. You both shared stories where Roman and Victor would surely blush or perhaps not but it had been fun to be able talk to another girl who understood your love for Roman.

There were was some of those crazy afternoons, where you all had lounged...yelled...laughed and conspired while playing an array of board games. Popcorn had been munched on. Hot chocolate sipped despite the chocolate mustaches it would cause.

There was the day of Thanksgiving! All four of you cooked and baked. Happiness and laughter had filled the otherwise empty club.

You remembered Roman, making hot chocolate and popcorn just for you to enjoy watching the Thanksgiving day parade with him.

There was also that night Roman, helped you the night you almost died. The chloroform a bunch of thugs used on you. That was the night Doll-Face and Victor carried out revenge in your name. Your friendship with them sealed. You had always known Roman carried...loved you but he had always been spare in his use of words. That night he spoke and showed you.

******

Holding onto the memories in your heart, you straightened your shoulders, you were going to go and see him. Enough was enough. Going, to his office you heard him, you knocked and went in.

“What the fuck, Y/N? Did I tell you that you could come in?” His voice was ice. It felt like a slap in the face.

You walked right back out. You went to your studio.

That’s when you finally let yourself cry. Till that moment, you had not. Maybe he had been right. Maybe the mask really was turning him into the monster the press said he was.

*****

A hand came to rest on your shoulder. Your heart shook. You remembered feeling his hands on your shoulders before he left that night. The pain of the memory was unbearable. Those bitches had destroyed your life.

“Y/N.” His voice was a whisper.

You didn’t nor could you answer right away.

His hand squeezed your shoulder. “Look, now, I’m just the monster that was hiding behind that handsome face.”

Your heart broke at his words. You turned to face him, “You can’t let them win.”

You stood up, “Roman, I love you. Our baby loves you.”

He looked away. When he looked at you, his eyes were far away. “You love the man who could have had anyone. Now people shrink away and whisper.”

“I don’t. I’ve have wanted to kiss you...to be in your arms for so long that I hurt because I barely remember those times.”

“You have?”

“Yes. Damn you.” You wrapped your arms around him and sighed when you felt his arm.

“I’m barely floating.”

“Hold onto me and we can do this together.”

He kissed you then. His lips may have become that black metal but his tongue was soft and warm. Easily, you melted as your tongues finally met once again in what had felt like a lifetime.

*****

Sometime, later that afternoon a message was sent to you. Your heart lifted. Perhaps, now you could finally bring some peace to Roman and yourself.

******

You peered into Roman’s office, him, Doll-Face and Tattoo were plotting something yet again. They hung over a huge map. You wrapped your scarf around your head and headed to the elevator. It came soon, it wasn’t long before you hailed a cab and headed to Chinatown.

*****

Taking a breath, you entered the restaurant. You were there for your baby and Roman. You could do this you, you thought to yourself.

Six men drew their guns on you, you gasped and brought your hands to your stomach. But then you swallowed, you were not some cowering girl. Reaching up you took off your sunglass, you tossed them on table beside you and then the scarf you were wearing.

“I am Mrs. Y/N Sionis. I am the one hoping to have a talk with Ras Al Guhl.”

“We will have to search you.”

“Certainly.” You put your purse down and held up your hands. “Please be careful. I am almost due.”

The one closest to you out his gun down and preceded to pat you down. “Oh! You really are pregnant.” He paused and grimaced at you. “I am terribly sorry. He apologized.

“It’s alright its part of the reason I am here.”

“She’s clean.” He looked at you. “You can sit here.”

“Thank you.”

A guy came in where a fancy robe and smiled broadly. “Why hello Mrs. Sionis! Welcome, let us talk come and sit down.”

You stood and rose an eyebrow. “You are not him.” You just knew in your gut that it wasn’t him. Being around Roman, you just knew this guy didn’t feel right.

“Yes. I am. How dare you challenge me.”

“I don’t mean to offend you, but you are not the man.” You paused, your hand balled into a fist. Your anger was growing. “Now please listen. In these last few months, I’ve tried to find something to bring my Roman back to his former self.” You took a breath to continue. “I am not doing it because I miss his handsome face.” You looked around the room.” I am doing it for my, for our child. Our child, should have a complete father. One that can hug him with both arms, or be around him and not be scared of what has become of his face.”

A man appeared behind the other. The man in the fancy robe, moved aside. “Mrs. Sionis, you must be aware of what kind of man you are pleading a case for.”

“Look, I know Roman had a violent past. And a violent future. But I and our baby didn’t deserve this.”

You took another breath. Rubbing your stomach as you felt a kick. “There is some good in him. I’ve seen it.” You looked at the man, came out from behind the man in the fancy robes, you looked him in the eye. “Also from what I know, the connections, the territories he has are intact, despite it all. That should show how strong he could be as an ally.”

The man pulled on his rather fancy, goatee. “Mrs. Sionis, you make several valid points. I will extend an olive branch, if he accepts then I will allow him access to one of my springs and if things continue to go well, perhaps since you have honor I will allow to bath in it as well, after the baby.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You said, your heart racing. “How can I tell you he accepts?” He slid a card on the table over to you.

You took it, and smiled.

“Go now, he has one week. If he doesn’t accept, I only offer once. He says no then that’s it. No second chances...no negotiations”

“I understand. Thank you.”

You headed back to the club...to Roman.

You were over the moon elated as you made your way back. You could only hope that Roman will accept and life would begin to look much brighter.

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Stark Spangled Banner: Stab Me In The Front

Part 2- Knives Out, Bitch!

Intro: Katie heads out to speak to Harlan, and encounters Ransom for the second time in as many days. It ends about as well as the first time...

Warnings: Bad language. SMUT (NSFW)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Part Two of my Two part Avengers/Knives Out Cross Over where Katie and Steve come face to face with America’s Asshole! The tongues are sharp and the knives are out! This is set in 2015 so way before the KO storyline so therefore contains no spoilers! You don’t need to have read SSB to understand or enjoy.

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**Shout out to @icanfeelastormbrewing for being my Insult Partner when I was writing this!!**

Katie groaned and fluffed up her hair in front of the floor length mirror. She’d chosen a simple bottle green woollen jersey dress teamed with black tights and knee high tan boots wanting to appear smart yet casual for the setting at Harlan’s mansion. But for once it wasn’t her outfit or appearance that was causing her anguish.

Katie snorted and locked yes with him in the mirror “Oh yeah, can you imagine? Mr Thrombey, your grandson is an asshole. In fact, he isn’t just an asshole he’s the asshole, he’s America’s asshole…”

Steve chuckled as he dropped onto the bed “You might not have a choice if he’s already told him what went down.”

“You mean how you threw him over the bar?” she raised an eyebrow. Steve dropped his head and sighed.

“I’m sorry but, well I’m not having anyone speak to you or about you like that.”

“My hero.” Katie smirked at him, and he rolled his eyes as she chuckled. “Look, if Harlan had heard and was going to cancel he would have done it by now. I’ll just go and see what happens.”

She turned round and stepped into the space between Steve’s legs and his hands gently gripped her hips.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you?” he asked.

“No, I’m ok.” she smiled, dropping a kiss to his mouth, her hands resting on his shoulders. “I’ll text you when I’m there and then when we’re done.”

Steve smiled, he was pleased she was feeling happy enough to take herself, this was a big step in her healing process.

Even if he knew he’d be on tenterhooks the whole time she was gone...

“Ok.” he nodded “I’m gonna go exploring, see the sights.” “Captain America playing tourist.” she grinned and he chuckled slightly, his hands sliding down to gently squeeze her ass.

“When in Rome.” he shrugged, “Or this case Boston. By the way sweetheart, your ass looks great in this dress.” “What is it you say to me?” she laughed, her hands sliding round to remove his from her rear, her fingers lacing into his “It’s all yours baby.” “Damned right.” he practically growled as she turned and headed into the sitting room area. Steve followed her, leaning on the doorframe and simply watching as she shrugged on her pea jacket that was resting over the back of the sofa. She picked up her laptop, checked her bag and wrapped a scarf around her neck.

“Walk you down to the car?” Steve asked, and she turned to face him smiling.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

****

“Oh aren’t you handsome boys!” she grinned, as she continued to pet them.

“Excellent judges of character, too.” a female voice said. Katie looked up to see a dark haired woman stood on the steps by the front door.

“It’s nice to meet you Fran, I’m Katie.”

“Mr Thrombey is finishing off a call. Can I offer you a drink whilst you’re waiting?”

“I wouldn’t say no to a coffee.” Katie nodded, removing her scarf. Fran took it from her, along with her coat and hung them up on a stand byt the door before she gestured for Katie to follow her. They walked down a hallway which was lined with dark, panelled wood that opened up into a large, kitchen diner.

“How do you take it Mrs Rogers?”

“You?”

There was a pause and Katie sighed, summonsing every single bit of professionalism “Good morning Mr Drysdale.”

Ransom snorted “Mr Drysdale now, that’s not what you were calling me last night was it? I was a self-entitled dick, wasn’t I?”

Fran gave a snort which she hastily turned into a cough and Ransom shot he3r a glare.

“Well in my defence you did call me a hooker so…” Katie shrugged, taking attention off the housekeeper.

There was a moment of silence before Ransom broke the stare he was giving her and turned back to Fran.

“You got my biscuits Franny?”

“In the usual cupboard Hugh.”

Katie couldn’t help the disdain that crept across her face at his tone. He really was an insufferable jerk.

“Really? Hugh to the help and Ransom to others?” She looked at him “What do the dogs call you?”

“I dunno, go ask them. I mean you do speak dog don’t you, being one and everything?”

“Wow did you think of that all by yourself?” Katie rolled her eyes at his childishness “Guess your time at Harvard really served you well.”

“How did you know I went to Harvard?” he frowned.

“Isn’t’ that where all the spoilt little, trust fund babies go?” she glared at him. Truth be told she’d had FRIDAY look him up the previous night but she wasn’t about to admit that.

“Yeah and where was your brilliant education then?” he shoved another biscuit in his mouth.

“Oxbridge.” she shot back. Ransom paused, arching an eyebrow.

“What are you doing here anyway?” he said after a moment, clearly unable to think of anything smart to say about her choice of University.

“Mrs Rogers here is the Owner and CEO of Stark Independent Publishers and they’re going to be publishing The Colour of Revenge.” a voice said from the doorway. Katie turned to see Harlan walking into the kitchen, his eyes fixed on his grandson. “And whilst she is in this house on my invitation she is a guest, so you could do well to remember your manners.” Ransom looked at him, blinked, then threw his head back in a huge roar of laughter. “Wait. You have your own company, and you’re using another to publish your next book?”

“Yes Ransom, that’s correct.”

“Oh that…that is fucking priceless!” Ransom continued to laugh “I can’t wait for you to tell Walt,.”

Now Katie was utterly confused. There was clearly some Family dynamic at play, and she was even more puzzled when Ransom stepped towards her, offering her a biscuit from the packet.

“You poisoned them?” she looked at him, and he chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m eating them ain’t I?”

“Fair point.” she shrugged taking one “Thanks.” “You’re welcome Doll Face. Anyone that helps piss off my shit head family can share my food.” he said, and with that he blustered out in as dramatic a fashion as he’d entered, his laughter following him down the hall.

“You should be honoured.” Harlan turned to face Katie “He doesn’t normally give those out, they’re his favourites.”

“Yeah, without meaning to speak out of turn he doesn’t strike me as the type to share.”

Harlan chuckled and crossed the room, holding out his hand. Katie shook it, smiling. “It’s a pleasure to meet you finally Mrs Rogers.”

“And you too Mr Thrombey.”

“I told you on the phone, please, call me Harlan.”

“As long as you call me Katie.” she shot back and he nodded.

“Sure I can manage that, Fran, dear, we’ll take the drinks in my study.”

“Of course Mr Thrombey, I’ll bring them through.”

Katie followed Harlan out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry about my grandson.” he looked back at her

“Don’t be.” Katie said, “We err, we actually met last night. He was in my hotel bar…”

“Let me guess, you didn’t particularly get on then either.” “Erm..there were a few words traded yes.” Katie said, before she sighed, deciding to be honest. “Actually, there were more than words traded. Steve, my husband, kinda got in a bit of an altercation with him. I was a little worried you wouldn’t want to do business if you had heard about it.”

Harlan chuckled as he led her down the corridor and to the right “If I refused to do business with everyone Ransom had a run in with I’d have a problem. But that aside, he hadn’t mentioned it. Although, I haven’t seen him since he stormed out of here yesterday after a disagreement with his mother and his cousin. He likes to flounce does Ransom, he has a flair for the dramatic. If you don’t mind me asking what did he say to you?” Katie explained as they walked, Harlan letting out a sigh as he shook his head.

“On his behalf, I apologise.” he said, opening a door and allowing her to step into the large study.

“It’s fine, I gave as good as I got.” she smiled and Harlan laughed.

“I don’t doubt that for a second Mrs Rogers” he said, closing the door. “Now, please take a seat and we can talk business.”

Harlan took the paper and gave it a quick glance over before nodding “How have you come up with the forecast sales numbers?”

“Yes, errr.” she swallowed again, shifting slightly “SIP is donating 100% of its revenue on your book to charity, although we haven’t made that public yet. I wanted to talk to you about it before we release anything to the press.”

“Charity?”

“Yes, several to be exact. We’re going to split it across organisations that help victims of sexual abuse, rape and other violent sexually motivated crimes.”

“That’s very commendable.” Harlan leaned back in his chair “And I take it that’s because of the subject matter?” “That’s one reason.” she nodded, hesitantly.

“And the other?” the old man pressed, his hands steeping together in front of his chin as his elbows rested on the large mahogany desk.

Harlan’s face softened and he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry to hear that, I truly am.” “So yeah, there’s an element of it being personal in there.” she swallowed, “I didn’t know myself that half of these support charities existed until a year ago and to me it’s more about the awareness, that people who find themselves in the position I did understand that there are people out there to help.”

Harlan nodded “How do you intend on using the book to do that?” “Well, with your permission…”Katie said, turning her laptop round to face him, to show him the various mock ups she had produced “...I’d like to include a foreword in your book, a little bit about why we have chosen to do what we are doing, so that everyone who buys a copy sees it. You have a huge established audience Harlan, and that kind of publicity is just something that no amount of money can buy. I’d also like to include a tagline about how the proceeds will be helping people in the advertising material and on the front cover.” “Will you be writing the foreword?” Harlan looked at her.

Katie nodded. “You’ll of course be sent a copy before it is finalised to ensure you’re happy with it.”

“Oh, no, that’s not…” Katie began to protest but Harlan shut her down.

Katie felt her eyes misting over and she blinked, looking away. Harlan passed her the box of tissues and she took one with a weak laugh.

“Sorry.” she smiled “I’ve just, well, no one knows what happened bar my inner circle so to speak.”

“Of course.”

“You have your own Publishing company, they’ve done all of your books for the last 25 years. Why have you chosen SIP for this one?”

Katie gave a grin “I see now why Ransom was so amused.”

“Do you always visit potential authors or is this visit purely down to the fact this book means something personal to you?”

“There is that, and, well, honestly? I’m just a huge fan of your work.” she grinned “Owning and running your own business should have some self-indulgent perks after all, right?”

They spent 15 minutes or so tying up the final bits and pieces before Harlan walked her to the door, helping her into her coat.

“It’s been a pleasure.” He smiled, shaking her hand again.

“I see he’s been out for his usual lunch appointment.” Harlan said. “Such a hard life.”

Katie laughed and with that she headed down the steps towards her car.

“Leaving so soon?” Ransom asked as she passed him.

“Work is done for the day so…” she shrugged

“If you have all that money, why do you bother?”

Katie stopped and turned to him. “Because I’ve never had it handed to me on a plate.” she said, honestly “One thing my brother instilled into me was that you have to work for things in life. Yes, I’ve had opportunities that most people wouldn’t but I’m eternally grateful for those and do this to prove that.”

“And the Avenging?” he asked, “Humour me, I’m curious.”

“I like to help people. It is what it is.” she shrugged.

“Putting your life on the line to help people with no thanks.” he shook his head “I don’t get it.”

“Fuck you.” Katie’s usual insult flew off her tongue easily, and she inwardly groaned knowing full well she’d given him an opening. And sure enough, the anticipated response came her way.

“If you’re offering.”

“Oh, believe me Mr Drysdale, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last person on Earth.

“You wouldn’t be doing much sleeping.” he smirked, “And you’re forgetting something.”

“Oh pray, do enlighten me.” she said sarcastically. “You’re the one that mistook me for your husband, sweet cheeks. I’d say you must find something attractive about me.” “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re nothing like him.” she turned towards the car

“Oh, are we playing spot the difference?” Ransom chuckled and she gave a bark of a laugh and spun back to face him. “Your eyes are completely different, your jawline is nowhere near as square, your smile…well is it even a smile or are you suffering from trapped wind? I’m not sure and don’t even get me started on your hair.” she arched an eyebrow “Frankly my Stevie has more sexual appeal in his little finger than you have in your entire body and as for that lousy sweater you’re wearing…” “Ah, yes, you’re a sucker for spangly lyrcra…”

“More than happy to help you out there darling.” he winked. “I bet you’ve never kept a woman longer than a night have you?” Katie shook her head.

“Sometimes they don’t even last the night.”

“Oh, I can believe that, I’d run too.” she nodded. “Why would anyone want a jumped up little trust fund baby like you when they could have a real man between their legs?”

Ransoms face instantly slid from the playful, teasing smirk into something slightly darker and much, much angrier.

“You jumped up little bitch.” he said, his voice laced with venom as he moved closer to her. She held her ground, looking him up and down, simply raising an eyebrow as his voice grew in volume. “If I wanted you, I could have you. It’s that simple.” Katie felt her nostrils flare. After everything she’d just talked to his grandfather about, was this asshole seriously insinuating what she thought he was?

“You know what?” she stepped forward, glaring up at him “That’s the problem with people like you. You think you can just take what you want without the consequences. Well I got news for you, Hugh, that isn’t how it works.”

“Oh get off your fucking high horse!” Ransom bit back, his voice loud as he shook his head “I’ve had enough of your sanctimonious I’m better than you bullshit.” “It’s not bullshit.” she shook her head, “I am better than you. But then again, that’s not saying much as frankly I think you’re one of the most despicable people I’ve ever met, and trust me that’s saying something.” She looked him up and down once more, giving her best contemptuous glare before she turned on her heel.

“Now you listen to me…” he said, grabbing at her arm. In a flash she had twisted out of his hold and swept his legs from under him, putting all her body weight behind the movement, spinning and throwing him straight over her shoulder in a move she had learnt years ago from Steve. With a hefty thud and a yell he hit the floor, landing on his back. She knelt on his chest, her knee digging into his sternum, heel of her palm pressed straight against his windpipe.

“When I said yesterday I’d taken down bigger men than you I meant it.” she glared at him “Touch me again, and I’ll kill you myself before Steve gets the chance.”

“Get..off..me…” he snarled, but she didn’t move, instead she pushed on his throat a little harder, causing him to gasp for air.

With that she stood up, leaving him to take huge gasps of air as she turned to see the dogs careering down from the grassy banks surrounding the house, barking as they ran.

“Knives out, bitch.” She grinned to herself before she unlocked her car, settled in the driver’s seat and pulled away.

****

“I know, it’s better than I could have hoped.” she smiled, chewing on her ravioli. “I mean, the amount of money and publicity it’s gonna generate is off the scale!”

“I’m proud of you.” he said gently. She beamed at his praise and took a sip of her wine. “I take it then the whole Ransom thing wasn’t an issue?”

Ah crap, there it was…

Something flickered across Katie’s face and Steve frowned. ”What?”

“He err, he was there.” she said, looking down at her food, pushing it around her plate a little “We had an altercation.”

“An altercation?” he pressed.

“Yeah, at first he was fine. Even gave me a biscuit, long story.” she waved away his questioning glance “But er…well we had a bit of a heated discussion on the driveway as I was leaving. He grabbed my arm and…” “He did what?” Steve nearly exploded and the table next to them turned to look at him.

“Shhhh” she hissed “It was nothing, besides, I floored him with that nice little over shoulder drive you showed me. Then when he was down the dog pissed on his coat.”

“Wish I’d seen that.”

“Oh and I left a knife in his tyre” she shrugged, taking another bite of her food. Steve’s eyebrow raised.

“A knife.”

“Yup.”

“You took a knife with you?”

“Down my boot.” she smiled.

“You know, you scare me sometimes.” he said, taking a drink of his beer.

“Want something, Soldier?” she smirked, repeating the words he had said to her the other morning and he looked down at her lidded eyes which were sparkling with mischief.

Fuck, he loved it when she took control like this.

Eventually, when he could feel his stomach starting to tighten he gently pulled on her hair. “Baby…” he groaned “Get up here. I’m gonna lose it if you keep doing that…”

With a grin she released him with a pop and crawled up his body, her breasts dragging against his naked skin before she straddled him, and lowered her self down taking him in completely. Her head lolled back slightly as he bent his knees, allowing her to lean back against his thighs, hands resting on her hips as she began to move. With every roll she made, Steve was actively fighting his release, but it was becoming increasingly harder. His hand moved between her legs to stroke at her bud, and she let out a gasp, shuddering slightly.

“Don’t stop…” she cried, “Please, Stevie…”

“Ok?” he asked when he had finally caught his breath, she made a noise of affirmation unable to summon the power to speak at that point in time. Steve gave a chuckle and moved his head, nudging her face with his nose. She looked at him for a moment before she gave him a soft kiss.

“Stevie…” she said gently as he pulled away to look at her “We left the restaurant without desert.”

He arched an eyebrow at her “Seriously, you’re thinking about food now?” “Yeah, I got a hankering for something sweet.” “I’m not sweet enough?” He pouted.

She laughed “Not unless you’re hiding a pecan pie somewhere…” “Room service?”

She grinned and nodded, rolling off him. “Oh, and order a bottle of champagne.” “Pushing the boat out?” he said, shuffling onto his side so he could face her.

“When have I ever needed an excuse to drink fizz?” she looked at him.

“True.” he said, brushing her hair off her face before he leaned in for another lazy kiss.

“And then, when we’ve finished that I’ll let you run me a bath.”

“Oh, you’ll let me run you a bath?”

“Yup?”

“What’s in it for me?” “You can scrub my back.” she said, her hand sliding up his chest. “Oh well, when you put it like that, how could I possibly refuse?” he rolled his eyes as she laughed.

**** “You’ve done WHAT?”

“Biscuit?” he asked, offering the packet across the coffee table.

“No I don’t want a fucking biscuit you asshole!” Walt glared at him.

“Wow” Ransom mouthed, smirking.

“Ransom, enough…” His mother shot and he looked at her.

“What did I do?” he laughed.

“You’re being deliberately obtuse!”

“I haven’t said a word.” he sniggered “And I don’t plan on doing either. It’s the old man’s money. If he wants to give it away, so be it…I am curious though.” he leaned forward and looked at his grandfather “What did she say to convince you to part with it?” “It wasn’t what she said so much as what she did.” Harlan said after a moment’s thought, not wanting to betray her trust “Her company is donating their profits from what she openly admitted would be their biggest earning book to date. Says a lot about her don’t you think?” Ransom cocked his head to one side and shrugged, as the arguing once more began.

With a snort he stood up “Well this has been emotional, we should do this again sometime.” he said, “Grandfather…”

Cursing he bet to take a closer look, and noticed the knife that was expertly placed right in the middle of the tread at near the bottom and despite himself he gave a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“Well played Mrs Rogers, well played.”

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First Comes Love: Chapter 12

Oh boy, we’re getting into the final stretch of this story! Only one more chapter after this! I’d love to hear what you think.

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“What if he doesn’t show up?”

“Remus, you and I both know that’s preposterous. You two proposed to each other on the same day, for crying out loud! He’s crazy about him and you’re crazy about him. Or maybe just crazy, in general, I can never tell.”

Remus delivered a well-deserved shove, earning an overdramatic gasp.

“Okay, but what if – what if he’s woken up and decided he doesn’t want to go through with it? What if clarity struck him that he doesn’t want this? Jesus, Roman, what if he stands me up at the alter?!”

“Easy, there, brother dear. You’re sounding a lot like Panic! At the Everywhere,” he said, placing a hand on the small of his brother’s back. Remus stared at his reflection in the mirror, cringing at the unsteadiness of his stance.

“I can’t tell if comparing me to your boyfriend is an insult or a compliment.”

“I’m saying, there’s nothing to be worried about,” Roman said as soothingly as he could manage. “You and Logan are simply meant to be,” – he sang that bit, eliciting a groan -, “To so much as think that our resident nerd would stand you up at the alter is prosperous and you know it.”

“But what if –.”

“No more ‘what ifs’, thank you very much,” Roman interrupted, “Remus, Logan is deeply, and madly in love with you. You could walk out there wearing nothing but a filthy potato sack and he’d still think you were the most beautiful thing to walk the Earth. Luckily, for a trash man, you clean up pretty nice.”

Remus stared intently at his reflection. The suit he wore was a dark forest green, the shirt beneath an only slightly more unsettling lime, the black and green tie (good lord, it was a lot of green, not that Roman was surprised) a nice striped pattern. Remus’s usually unruly hair was neatly combed, and he looked quite a bit more presentable than usual.

“You think so?” Roman couldn’t help but be stricken with a pang of surprise. Normally, Remus didn’t give two shits what anyone, save for Logan, thought about him, or his appearance for that matter. But now, in a moment of unjustified, but understandable, panic, he was genuinely asking.

“Of course I do,” Roman said, taking his hand off of his twin’s back, “You look wonderful, Remus. And – we’re twins, so I’d be a little concerned if you looked that much worse than me.”

“Everyone knows I’m the better looking one,” Remus said, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. Roman barked out a laugh.

“We’re identical!”

“And yet my point still stands.” Roman huffed out a breath.

“I’m supposed to be the cocky one, I’m supposed to be the romantic one, stop stealing my bits!”

“And yet you’re still not engaged. Before we know it, your dear emo nightmare will have been swept up by another, far better man.” The smile that stretched across Roman’s face is sure to spell trouble. “Okay, why are you looking at me like that? Did you guys get engaged and not tell me? Because if so, fuck you.” Roman stuck a hand in his pocket, fishing out a ring box.

“Is that so?” Roman asked, popping the box open and showing his brother the amethyst ring inside.

“Son of a bitch, you’ve finally decided to stop being such a little pussy, huh?” This time Remus was the one who received the shove.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll propose to him in the middle of your wedding.” Remus narrowed his eyes.

“I would kill you where you stood.”

“You’re all talk, brother dear.”

“Oh yeah?” Remus asked, uncapping the green nail polish he’d applied to his finger and waving the brush near Roman. “Keep talking like that and the suit gets it!” Roman pressed a hand to his chest, glaring at his twin.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Remus glared right back.

“Try me, bitch.” Roman scoffed, holding his hands in the air, backing away from Remus who was still dangerously wielding the polish.

“Okay, okay, I surrender!” Roman said, hands guarding the front of his ruby red suit, “I’m not actually going to propose to Virgil at your wedding, for God’s sake.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“You wound me!” Roman squawked before he caught sight of the look in his twin’s eyes. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. This is one of the best days of your life! You get to promise your undying love for one of my best friends, which can admittedly still be kind of weird to think about, but it’s great! You guys are great. A power-couple, as far as I’m concerned.” Remus’s lips curled into a faint grin.

“Yeah… we are pretty great, huh? I didn’t… I never thought I was the kind of person to get married. I was sure it was the bachelor’s life for me, y’ know? I figured I was always gonna end up alone.” Roman placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, compassion glimmering in his eyes.

“But you haven’t,” Roman reminded, “You aren’t alone anymore, Remus. You have Logan, and me, and our friends. You’ll never have to be alone again. You –,” Roman paused his speech, seeing tears beginning to haze Remus’s vision, “Oh no you don’t! I just did your makeup, and I refuse to have it ruined before the ceremony has started. Don’t you dare get all soft on me.” Remus sniffed.

“I – I can’t help it. Before, I was all angsty thinking I was some kind of fucking lone-wolf or something, and then I met Logan. And – and you were back in my life, and I had friends, and – everything’s so different, Ro. It’s a g-good different, but still… still weird, sometimes.”

“And you can cry about it later!” Roman insisted, earning a watery chuckle from Remus. “Stop it or you’ll get me starting too, and you’ll be late for your own damn wedding.”

Remus and Logan had only been engaged for five months, yet the wait had been grueling. Honestly, when they woke up the morning after their engagement, there was a moment where they, briefly, considered a Courthouse Wedding.

“We could be married tomorrow,” Remus had said, “Wouldn’t that be fucking awesome?”

“It would be nice to call you my husband as soon as possible,” Logan had said, despising the fact that he was actually considering it.

“Oooh! We could get married in Vegas! Drive down, get hitched, and get rich!” Logan had rolled his eyes, though the gesture was full of nothing but fondness.

“That’s a terrible idea and you know it. Also, you're a terrible gambler."

“C’mon, Dragonfly, live a little!”

“We’re not getting married in Los Vegas.”

“Ugh, fiiiiine. But you’re no fun!” Logan had chuckled at that, pressing a kiss to Remus’s lips.

“So I’ve been told.”

In the end, the couple decided that a proper wedding was what they wanted, even if it meant they’d have to wait a little bit longer to officially call themselves husbands. They wanted their friends to be a part of the celebration, and while they were by no means looking for opulence, a fairly nice venue was on their wish-list.

The one they’d found was outdoor, near a gorgeous lake with sprawling greenery and they couldn’t be happier with it. In all honesty, Remus would be content with marrying Logan in a rat-infested dumpster so long as he promised to be his, but that wouldn’t exactly be ideal.

But now, here he was, about to tie the knot in a beautiful location, about to promise forever to the love of his life. Remus figured he was allowed to freak out, at least a little bit.

“It’s just about time to go,” Roman said after Remus had a few more minutes to collect himself, “Are you ready?” Remus took a steadying breath, giving his reflection a final once-over before nodding, his head bouncing up and down a touch too erratically.

“Yeah… yeah, okay, I’m ready.”

If someone had told Remus a few years ago that his brother would walk him down this aisle at his wedding, he would’ve called them crazy. But now, stepping out into the picturesque spring day, his arm looped with Roman’s, he couldn’t be any more grateful.

The music swelled as the twins walked down the aisle. Remus’s eyes grazed over the guests, his wonderful friends looking back at him with so much love. And then, his eyes met Logan’s, and his heart stopped.

Logan wore a Navy-blue suite, his tie a pink and aqua floral pattern. Logan was often so insistent on the fact that his wardrobe, especially as a teacher, was to make him look as professional as possible (aside from the Unicorn onesie, but that was rarely spoken about), so he usually forwent wearing fun patterns. Seeing him now, though, Remus would have to make a point to mention how amazing he looked in it. How amazing he looked in general.

“Hey,” Remus said quietly, once the chatter of the guests had died down and the minister began speaking. Logan gave him a look that absolutely melted his heart into a gooey, sticky mess (Remus wondered what it would look like if a human heart really did melt. It would be fantastically gorey!) and muttered his own greeting. It took absolutely every ounce of Remus’s self-control not to grab Logan by the lapels and kiss him with every intense, sappy emotion that roared inside of him.

“We are gathered here today to witness the union of Remus Knightly and Logan Sanders,” the minister announced, but immediately, Remus felt like his ears were plugged up with cotton. All he could focus on was Logan, stunning, incredibly, way too hot for his own good, Logan. The sun shone down on them, bathing his fiancé in a light he dared to call heavenly as if all that touched Logan was divine. Remus certainly thought so. So much as looking at him was prompting tears, but it seemed Logan wasn’t in much better shape, his eyes becoming misty behind his glasses.

Remus was only able to snap out of once Logan began to deliver his vows, desperately wanting once again to kiss him breathless.

“Remus, I’ve told you innumerable times how much I struggle to comprehend my emotions,” Logan began, his voice already beginning to waver, “for so long, I considered feelings the bane of my existence. It didn’t make any sense to me, and it all felt so complicated and strange. Today, not much of that has changed. I still struggle greatly with comprehending my emotions. But that doesn’t distract from the fact that I am madly, frantically in love with you.

“Before you, I never imagined what it would be like to wake up beside someone and feel… such unabashed joy. You make me laugh, utilizing a sense of humor I never thought I would indulge in. You make me feel so good about myself, just by being yourself,” Logan said, tears beginning to slip down his cheeks, though Remus wasn’t too far behind him, “You’ve taught me so much, my love, and you’ll never know the extent of how much you mean to me.

“I cannot imagine anything better than calling you, my husband. Domesticity is not something I considered for myself but now – now I crave it. I want to wake up beside you every day of my life. I want to watch documentaries together and cuddle on the couch, I want you to read me your books in every voilent detail, I want to kiss you for as long as I’m able. I love you, Remus Demetri Nightly, with every bit of my being, and to be yours is something I know is one of the best things to happen to me.”

“F-fuck, Dragonfly, how the hell am I gonna get through this after that?” Remus asked through a watery laugh. Thirty minutes ago, Remus was terrified of the eyes that would be on him, and the prospect of Logan deciding he didn’t want this after all but standing before him, such fears dissipated.

“You’re perfect,” Remus said, taking one of Logan’s hands in his own, “You’re absolutely perfect, and I’m never going to stop saying it. You’re the smartest, most beautiful, incredible person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and sometimes, I still can’t believe you fell for me. I hadn’t been happy for so long before I knew that, and y-you brought me so much joy, the moment you were in my life.

You’ve brought me love, a feeling I d-didn’t know I was capable of truly feeling. You brought my brother back to me,” Roman was sobbing somewhere in the crowd, his fingers laced tightly with Virgil’s, “You’ve brought light into my life. I didn’t know if I’d ever be hopeful again b-but I am! I’m hopeful for the life we’ll lead, f-for the things we’ll do. I’m hopeful for anything, as long as I’m with you. I love you Logan Sanders, and I’ll tell you every chance I get for as long as I can. I’ll do everything I can to give you the world, because you deserve it, e-every bit of it.”

Tears rolled down both of their faces, their smiles unbreakable. There was an exchange of rings, slipped onto their fingers, and glimmering in the sunlight.

“Do you, Logan Sanders, take Remus Sanders to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Logan nodded; his teary eyes trained on Remus.

“I do.”

“Do you, Remus Knightly, take –.”

“Yes, of course, I fucking do!” Remus interrupted, earning a laugh from several of the guests. The officiant sighed, rolling with it.

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you Husband and Husband. You may kiss the groom.”

Remus surged forward, his hands gripping Logan’s tie and pulling him into a deep kiss, the cheering of the guests ringing in their ears.

Later, there would be tearful speeches and endless hugs. Roman would give a sappily embarrassing best man's speech (And not propose to his boyfriend at Remus’s wedding, thank god. He’d wait another day to do that) that made Remus’s fondness and annoyance of his brother swell in tandem. Later, Remus would shove cake with green and blue icing in Logan’s face, only to earn the same fate. Later, they’d share their first dance under the moonlight, hoping for a lifetime of shotty footwork and stifled laughter. Impressively, Remus only stepped on Logan’s feet twice. Later, they’d do so much more, accomplish all that they wanted.

Now, though, they embraced, holding each other as though they’d disappear the moment they let go.

“I love you, Logan Knightly-Sanders,” Remus whispered in his ear, kissing him ardently.

“And I love you, Remus Knightly-Sanders,” Logan responded, intent on never stopping kissing if he could help it.

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tss-grimmverse · 4 years

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Chapter 3: Lilac

i wish you out of the woods

and into a picture with me

The Youngstown Grimms had made it sound like Logan possessed arcane knowledge, and would cast some sort of protective spell over Virgil. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this whole protection business being based on proximity.

Had those Grimms warned Logan that they’d signed Virgil up for college classes? Did they even know how Logan’s “protection” worked? It took Virgil nearly the entire allotted thirty “digestion” minutes to muster the courage to bring it up again.

Honestly, with his track record, that wasn’t so bad.

“So…” he drawled, as the two were slipping on their shoes to leave. “How is this gonna work, anyway?”

“This?” Logan pocketed his phone.

“Me, staying here, with you.” Virgil gestured between them. “Like, do I have to stay within a certain distance for your protection mojo to work?”

“For the time being, yes,” Logan explained as they exited the apartment and started down the stairs. “My long term plan, however, is to make a charm that will shield you in my stead.”

That didn’t sound so bad.

“But I will be able to leave?” Virgil clarified. “Like, during the day or whatever?”

As much as he didn’t mind sharing space with an absurdly gorgeous…if a bit standoffish…guy, being trapped inside day after day would drive him up the wall.

Logan made a noise of assent.

“The charm I intend to make will ensure that our arrangement does not overly restrict your freedom. Shelley has informed me of your intention to attend fall classes at Stetson University.”

‘My’ intention, sure.

Truthfully, art school had simply been the cover story to explain why Virgil would suddenly abandon Ohio and his Faire family. The Youngstown Grimms warned him that the whole Ren Faire circuit wasn’t safe for him anymore, not even as far away as Florida, not when his master had already tracked him down once. He still couldn’t imagine what strings the Grimms had had to pull to get him into a fancy, expensive-as-fuck university on such short notice, with only a GED to his name and no other transcripts…but they had, and they’d told him all his expenses would be covered besides.

Virgil was smart enough to recognize an opportunity when he saw it…and too selfish to turn it down.

“Oh, I suppose I should ask.” Logan paused before they left the stairwell. “How sensitive are you to iron?”

Virgil rubbed the back of his neck.

“Cars don’t bother me, if that’s what you’re implying. Most metal doesn’t if it’s refined enough.”

“You are fortunate.” Logan absently thumbed one of his pointed ear tips. “I hypothesize that my sensitivity lies somewhere between that of a true faery and an older changeling. My disguise glamour protects me somewhat, so driving around town is not a problem, but a cross country trip would be…taxing.”

Virgil winced. “That still sucks.”

Logan hummed, adjusted his glasses, and they left the stairwell for the overly bright, bleached parking lot.

Florida, ugh. Virgil squinted in the unrelenting sunlight. No wonder Logan’s house brownie wears sunglasses. He would need to buy a pair of his own, and soon.

Logan unlocked a nearby blue Honda Fit and they climbed in. Virgil observed how Logan’s dark, graceful hands did not linger on either the door handle or the metal seatbelt buckle.

“I can eat stuff cooked in ordinary pots,“ Virgil added as they pulled out of the parking lot. “But cast iron skillets, man…” He shuddered.

“An iron skillet would outright poison me.” Logan grimaced. “Even heavily refined steel is distasteful to cook in.”

That’s why he owns a copper kettle, Virgil realized. Probably all his cooking utensils are copper or aluminum.

“I was shoved into a wrought iron gate once at a Faire,” Virgil went on. “Burned like a bitch, and I only touched it for a few seconds. I haven’t really tested my sensitivities beyond that.”

“I recommend against it.” Logan answered Virgil’s raised eyebrow with a sharp look. “The enmity between iron and Fae is an ancient one. You won’t develop a tolerance.”

Something in the tone spoke of past experience to Virgil. Another little interesting tidbit about the man he’d moved in with.

His charged iPod and headphones lay nestled in his hoodie pocket, but for once, Virgil chose not to tune out the world. Instead he observed Logan’s long fingers on the faux-leather steering wheel, the flex of muscle in his forearms, the crease between his eyebrows as he navigated downtown Deland’s narrow Main Street.

“If you don’t mind my asking,” Logan said after a long silence, as though weighing the words. Which of course made Virgil’s anxiety skyrocket.

“What fae abilities do you possess?”

Virgil’s mouth twisted; he’d been dreading that question.

His own hands, caressing bits of straw, color and softness bursting from the hollow shafts. Sewing needles and the dark, metallic scent of blood. Mocking words and cruel fae lips and under it all his power, flowing from his chest into waiting bodies…

Dolls. Abominations.

“I make flowers,” he answered at last.

Logan glanced at him and arched an eyebrow.

Virgil sighed and patted his pockets, finally plucking a loose thread from his hoodie sleeve when nothing else turned up. He laid the tiny string across his palm, and mentally pulled. Warmth blossomed in his chest, like unfolding flower petals, racing down his arm, rippling under his skin, seeping into the thread he held.

It quivered, and expanded, buds bubbling along its length before silently exploding into leaves, the end growing bulbous and green and peeling into delicate violet petals and a yellow center.

He stuck the newly created forget-me-not, stem barely as long as his pinky finger, behind his ear.

“Go on, you can say it,” he challenged, chancing a look at Logan, whose expression hadn’t changed. “Sixteen fucking years in Arcadia, and I end up with the most useless changeling power in existence.”

It was safer, disparaging his magic like it really was nothing but flower-making. Those Grimms in Ohio would never have helped me if they knew what I was, and why my master wanted me back.

The half-faery’s eyes were a mystery behind his glasses. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

But then they were pulling up to an ordinary suburban house and Logan was parking the car, and Virgil had a whole different, slightly more ordinary situation to fret over.

Interacting with people.

“Come,” Logan said, getting out. “Time to meet Nicodemus.”

Virgil dearly hoped ’Nicodemus’ wasn’t another brownie, or a pixie or a hobgoblin, or…

To Virgil’s vast relief, Nicodemus turned out to be a brown Labrador that barked joyously at Logan’s arrival and spent the next five minutes on its hind legs, eagerly licking the half-faery’s face.

Logan rubbed the dog’s head, heedless of the spit bath, and exchanged words and money with the gray-haired woman of the house. Virgil gathered that she often watched Logan’s dog when he was away. The two of them, dog bouncing between, carried a crate full of hairy blankets, some dishes, and several toys out to Logan’s car.

Virgil hung back in the doorway, hands stuffed in his pockets, hoping he wouldn’t be called over to socialize. He stiffened when woman gestured towards him, and Logan said something at length. Virgil shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, wondering what excuses Logan gave to people for his changeling houseguests over the years.

Nicodemus trotted over, eyeing Virgil with curious black eyes.

“Hey…boy.” Virgil gingerly held out a hand. The dog sniffed it, sneezed, and gave his fingers a few licks. (Virgil grimaced and wiped them on his hoodie).

“I was hoping he would like you.”

Virgil startled, having not heard Logan approach. “Is that…what the licking means?”

The half-faery’s mouth twitched in a tiny smile.

“Thank you again, Stephanie!” he called, waving as the woman went inside. “Nic, come!”

Nic leaped obediently into the car’s back seat and settled with his snout just above Virgil’s shoulder.

“I suppose it is a bit late to inquire whether you are amenable to sharing a living space with an animal,” Logan commented in an uncharacteristically wry voice.

Virgil shrugged, reaching back to pet Nic’s neck.

“Dogs are okay, I guess. I’ve never had a pet, so…I don’t know much about taking care of them or whatever.”

Logan waved a hand. “I would expect no such thing. Nic is my responsibility.”

“Um, speaking of responsibility.” Virgil rubbed at the back of his neck. “I was thinking I should probably start looking for a job? So I can, you know, help out with rent and stuff?”

“Why?”

There was no judgement in Logan’s tone; only curiosity.

“I dunno, I just don’t want to be a freeloader.” Virgil shrugged, his shoulders hunched. “The Youngstown Grimms are already paying for all my school stuff and honestly I feel kinda bad about that.”

“I wouldn’t.” Logan raised an eyebrow at Virgil shocked face. “Do you truly think that an organization run by changelings, some of whom can literally transform physical objects into other objects, would have issues obtaining something as mundane as money?”

Virgil’s mouth twisted and he touched the flower still stuck in his ear…the forget-me-not he’d grown from magic and a bit of loose thread. Maybe making random objects bloom wasn’t terribly useful…but sometimes he forgot that such power was still extraordinary from a normal perspective.

Knowing that didn’t make his insecurities go away.

“Look, I dunno what they told you about me, but I was on the road with a Renaissance Faire for nearly two years before De…” Virgil swallowed, unwilling to say even the made-up name aloud. “Before my faery master found me. We didn’t have a lot and we never stayed in one place for long, but it was a good life, you know? They were the closest people I’d had to a family on the outside. And we all worked hard; you had to, to keep the Faire running. Everyone earned their keep.”

Logan hummed, rubbing a finger absently on the steering wheel. “Do you fear letting others pay your way will give them too much control over your life?”

Virgil picked at a rip in his skinny jeans. Logan was not as oblivious as his stilted language would suggest.

“I…yeah. I guess?”

“I am financially solvent enough to support myself and anyone the Grimms send to me, for however long that individual needs to stay.” Logan shot Virgil a look, his stormy eyes softening slightly. “However, I will not be offended if you wish to obtain employment and ‘earn your keep’, as you put it.”

Virgil leaned his head against the window glass, his lungs tight with memories, with fears, with feeling like any joy he scratched out of the barren soil of this existence would always be one faery whim away from being crushed.

Again.

“It’s just, last week I had a life,” he admitted softly. “Now suddenly it’s gone, and I feel a little…lost, I guess.”

Logan drummed thoughtful fingers on the steering wheel.

“Where were you initially rescued?” he asked. “Not four days ago, but when you first left Arcadia?”

Virgil didn’t quite suppress a shudder at the word Arcadia.

“Somewhere in Pennsylvania, I think,” he answered lowly. “Some Grimms…not Youngstown; a different chapter…shut down an illegal trade between two minor Courts. My master was…”

He swallowed, unwilling to admit his faery master had been a fetch-dealer, that the operation those Grimms shut down that day had been a fetch trade. Trafficking in human dolls was the only Unseelie vice specifically forbidden by the Accords themselves. Faeries caught using them in their kidnappings earned an immediate price on their heads. And human thralls forced by said faeries to make those dolls…well.

The usually went mad.

The whole mess carried a well-deserved stigma.

“Let’s just say he was involved in a lot of shady Unseelie shit,” Virgil muttered, looking out the window again.

Logan’s fingers traced the wheel again, his gaze on the road but somehow also miles away.

“You escaped in the confusion?” he prompted.

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah. I hitchhiked to upstate New York and met old Betsy in a bar.” He smiled at the memory. “She introduced me to her Faire buddies and the rest was history.”

“And you were with them for two years?”

Virgil frowned.

“Yeah. What’s with the twenty questions?”

They’d reached the apartment lot; Logan turned off the car.

“Shelley and the Youngstown Grimms were wise to send you to me,” he said cryptically as they got out and opened the back hatch. It felt like the half-faery was changing the subject, though Virgil couldn’t say why.

“You know, before I left, Shelley told me that you asked for me.” Virgil narrowed his eyes. “When they told you my situation, they said you wanted me to come.”

Logan wore an unidentifiable expression as he hefted Nic’s crate from the back. Virgil moved to help. The shared burden made it easy for the half-faery to not meet Virgil’s gaze as they moved upstairs, Nic following placidly at their heels.

“I wanted you to come because I am in a unique position to keep you safe,” Logan allowed at last, adjusting his glasses with one hand. “Both because of my heritage, and because Florida is such a long distance from your previous life.”

Virgil liked to think he had an excellent trollshit detector, mostly because his Fae master had been, among other things, a master liar. Body language, tics, tone of voice. Everyone had tells, even stoic half-faeries with extraordinary control over their facial expressions.

Logan was not lying…but he was definitely fae-dancing around something.

“If we are able to keep you out of sight long enough,” Logan went on, “it is possible that he will give up looking. As much as faeries love the chase, a single human thrall is, for better or for worse, simply not worth their time in the end.”

Unless that thrall was a fetch-maker.

Virgil swallowed hard. Well, if Logan wasn’t going to share his secret, Virgil sure as hell wasn’t revealing his own.

“So you’re saying I’m not worth their time?” he quipped instead, attempting to lighten the mood as they reached the top of the stairs. “Now I’m not sure whether to be relieved or insulted.”

Logan cocked his head. “I…had meant the words to be comforting. Did they not come across as such?”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“How are you that literal? I was kidding.”

“Oh.” Logan frowned, shifting the crate to adjust his glasses again. “My colleagues tell me I am, in their words, ‘spectacularly’ inept at detecting sarcasm.”

Virgil swallowed a smirk. No shit, Sherlock.

“You’re gonna have a hard time with me, then.”

“Well, surely with sufficient communication we will…” Logan trailed off, and narrowed his eyes. “Ah. That was another joke.”

“You’re learning.” Virgil made a finger gun with one hand, prompting an answering eye roll.

Logan fished out his keys and the two guided the crate into the apartment. Nic bounded down the hallway and into Logan’s room; a smiling, irate Logan on his heels, grumbling that he’d better stay off the bed.

For a moment, Virgil breathed in the pleasant scent of the apartment, and listened to the soft sounds of Remy snoring in his cabinet, and allowed something like hope to lighten his heart.

He missed Ohio, but…this really wasn’t so bad.

“Oh for goodness sakes, really Nic?” Logan’s irritated voice drifted into the living room, followed by the man himself, holding a mangled stuffed animal. “That dog, I swear. Every time I have to leave him in another’s care, he destroys at least one of his toys.”

He made to toss the toy in the garbage, but Virgil scurried forward to stop him.

“Hang on, let me see,” he murmured, taking the toy and turning it over in his hands. It was a stuffed lion, chubby and smiling, with a squeaker in its belly. Stuffing was poking out of several messy rips, and the head was dangling by a mere thread.

“Yeah, I can definitely fix this. Do you have needle and thread?”

Logan nodded and went back into his bedroom, which Virgil barely noticed as he pressed fluff back inside and located all the busted stitches with practiced fingers. Logan reappeared with a sewing kit.

Virgil settled on the couch with the toy.

For a time the world faded; there was only cotton, yielding under his fingers; ragged edges folded and hidden; slick metal needle parting cloth and perfect stitches pulled tight. The satisfaction of tying the last knot and examining the body, ready to breathe life into its flowery heart and flaccid limbs, hear its first cries…

Virgil pulled out of the memory with a gasp, hand closing reflexively around the repaired lion, making it squeak. Slowly his surroundings filtered back in, easing the panicky tightness in his chest: couch, counter, front door, Remy’s cabinet. He was safe and out of Arcadia, out of Arcadia, and Deceit does not know where I am.

Logan sat in the chair opposite the couch, eating a sandwich and watching Virgil. A plate piled with more sandwiches sat on the coffee table between them.

How did he have time to make all those? How…how long has he been watching me?

Virgil flexed his sore right hand, trying to look casual but borderline freaking out on the inside.

He could have seen everything, I was seconds away from bringing that stuffed animal to life because it’s been so long and I got caught up, he’s gonna know what my power really is…

“Um, I think I’m done,” he muttered, gripping the lion and making it squeak again. An answering bark from the back bedroom made Virgil startle.

“May I?” Logan asked, holding his hand out for the toy.

Virgil held his breath as Logan pulled at the stitching, tugged at the head, waiting for the half-faery to call out how weird he’d just acted. But Logan only nodded.

“Excellent. This is one of Nic’s favorites; I know he will appreciate having it back in one piece.”

He stood and flashed Virgil a half smile, one that made his pulse race.

“Eat, I made plenty,” Logan added, gesturing at the plate and then disappearing into his bedroom.

Virgil let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and ran shaking hands through his hair. The fading tightness in his lungs shifted into dull, stabbing pinpricks, making him hiss softly. It felt like thorns, choking his heart, brushing his ribcage with every movement.

The needle he still held in his fingers swelled and burst into flower: a single bunch of tiny purple blossoms framed by soft emerald leaves. Virgil bit his lip hard, tasting blood.

Lilac.

No, no, no, I had my power under control, I swore never again…he clenched his fists hard, crushing the delicate flower stalk, nails imprinting on his palms. Virgil focused on that pain, determined to push the dangerous feelings down, focused on his breathing, in for four, hold for seven, out for eight, come on, Virgil…

The stabbing ebbed and he drew a deep, unsteady breath.

I’m safe here.

I’m safe.

And I can’t ever tell Logan what I was.

Purple lilac: first emotions of love

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Guardian Angel || Part III

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1384

Summary: Same as always, no spoilers

Warnings: Minor character death, semi-graphic gory description, blood (it’s really not too bad but i’m just listing these things to be safe)

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

A/N: Heyo I’m really glad that people enjoy this series. Everyone leaving notes means so much to me <3 :)

Parts: {I}, {II}, {III}, {IV}, {V}

Italics are flashbacks

“It’s ok I’m fin-” Carol stopped short when she lifted her gaze to see who had unceremoniously knocked her onto her ass. Oh wow. Her senses were assaulted with the sight of the ethereal being stood in front of her and Carol questioned what she had done to be graced with this angel’s very presence. She openly gawked at you as if she were in some sort of trance and she admired the soft glowing features of your face, seemingly sculpted by God himself. Butterflies erupted in her gut, a feeling that she hadn’t experienced since early last year and her heart fluttered delicately against her rib-cage. Something about you was just so familiar to her but she wasn’t able to place where she could have possibly seen you before. She couldn’t shake off the pure awe that had struck her upon laying eyes on you. Your white wings were extended behind you and Carol took note of their slightly mangled appearance while she studied them in wonder. She observed how your left wing was missing a considerable amount of feathers and she cocked her head to the side with curiosity.

The dull clack of boots on the floor drew nearer and nearer to the two of you but she was too stuck in her haze to care. If she were to die right now she would go out perfectly happy knowing that she was able to lay her eyes upon such an angelic sight before she left. Now that she thought about it she found herself idly wondering if she had in fact died and you were an angel sent to collect her and bring her up to heaven, your white wings cluing her in to what you were, or at least what you resembled to be. The sound of Fury’s voice pulled her out of her revere and she watched, speechless, as he wordlessly pressed a taser to your neck and gestured for some agents to drag your unconscious body away.

“Danvers can you hear me?” Fury’s question went unanswered as Carol watched your limp form drag against the cool tiled floor of the compound. Her head pulsed and spun with images of you stood above her and staring at her with those mysterious eyes filled with concern. Her mouth had been agape for so long that bits of drool collected in the corners and her eyes were half-lidded and glazed over. Her entire body felt numb and though she could hear Nick calling out her name the words flew right over her head.

Fury, on the other hand, grew worried. Carol continued to be unresponsive as she stared at the same spot that you were stood in just moments before, as if you were still there. He wondered if you had cast some freaky angel spell on her or if you had said something that got inside her head to make her remain in some sort of broken stupor. His heart was heavy when he remembered that this was exactly the same way that Carol had acted last year after the accident, silent and frozen and totally unresponsive. Nick slowly came to terms with the fact that you definitely were connected to last year’s events somehow and he vowed to do whatever it took to make you crack. He sighed to himself and collected Carol into his arms and carried her as if she were a sack of potatoes to the guest room where Maria was situated, just like he had done last year.

The blue lights of the police car flashing distractedly in the background went unnoticed by Carol as she stared, stock still, at the lifeless body of her girlfriend. She didn’t break into sobs or scream or do anything besides wordlessly stare at the once breathing body. Officers stood by uncomfortably as they looked on, unsure of what exactly to do. Upon arrival they recognized Carol as the new avenger, Captain Marvel, having seen her stern face plastered all throughout the media the past few days. They had tried calling out to her and one officer even went so far as to clasp a hand on the heroine’s shoulder, but all of their attempts went ignored. A crowd had formed behind the yellow and black caution tape and they too watched on in silence at Carol’s reaction. News vans screeched into the park, desperate to get a leg up on the other channels for a story on the newest avenger. Carol blinked every so often as she studied the body laying in front of her. Blood dribbled out of the corner of her mouth where Carol still saw her girlfriend’s last words on the tip of her tongue, “It’s okay.” Her once bright eyes gazed upwards, their life force was empty and blood seeped out onto the green blades of grass. The stab wound across her abdomen was a deep jagged bitch of a gash and Carol examined the torn fabric of the red-stained white shirt. The image burned persistently in her mind and she memorized the girl’s haunting features, knowing that she would never see them again. The blank expression on Carol’s face didn’t betray her inner thoughts one bit, a fact that she was thankful for later as she rewatched the scene on Maria’s flickering television screen, much to her friend’s dismay. She felt herself being slowly eased into the air and she was unsure who had lifted her, nor did she care. She still stared at her girlfriend’s body as she was carried further and further and further away.

“Rambeau, Carol found the angel girl thing and now she’s stuck in a trance.”

Maria sighed deeply and carded her fingers through her hair. “Set her on the bed. I’ll work on coaxing her out of it.”

Fury followed her directions and let his shoulders slump slightly in defeat. “I’m going to interrogate that girl and found out what her deal is. Let me know if you need any help.” Maria nodded her head in response as she pressed a warm cloth to a dazed out Carol’s forehead. With that Fury stomped towards the holding cell that he had his agents deposit you in and boy was he angry. You didn’t know who you were messing with, sure the wrinkles that were forming on his face made him seem old, but he still could and most certainly would, kick your ass straight back to heaven or wherever the hell you came from.

He glared at your unconscious form and broken wings through the clear glass of the holding cell. It was only hours later that you had finally woken up and blinked blearily as you took in your new surroundings. You were confused and you felt like you were being watched and oh- your eyes fell upon Fury glaring at you and you glared right back at him. You sneered, “You’ve tazed me twice for no reason asshole and now you’ve put me in a cage? What do you want from me?”

He remained stoic as he glared at you and barked out a question, “I want you to tell me what the hell you’re doing here. And while you’re at it explain your involvement in the events of last year.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and shifted your weight from foot to foot. “On two conditions.”

“You’re the one in a cell and you think you still have room to make demands?” His nostrils flared in annoyance and you rolled your eyes and sent him a tired look.

“Look, Nick. I’ll tell you what you need to know, but to a certain extent. I’ll explain it so that you can understand it but all parts that are my business stay my business. Also, you let me out of this cage and don’t taze me ever again.”

He considered your offer carefully, he didn’t trust you one bit but he recognized nothing but honesty in your voice. “You have yourself a deal. But I’m only going to let you out of the cage if I feel the information is sufficient enough.” You nodded stiffly and he nodded back. The terms were set and so you prepared for the explanation you were about to give, knowing full well that things could very well go sideways.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this part! Look out for Boom, Boom, Boom 2 and another Natasha request next. Love you all and welcome to everyone new! Feel free to have a scroll through the about viv tag if you want to learn more about me, Viv, the owner of this blog. Thanks a bunch for 200 buds :). Thanks, Viv :)

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