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stereden · 4 years

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Author commentary: THE BOYS FINALLY BREAKING DOWN IN SHANKS CABIN PLEASE AND THANK YOU

One of my all time favourite scenes and also one of the ones where I made myself cry writing it xD

Buggy’s breakdown had been planned from the very first moment Buggy appeared at Marineford: even without that particular clusterfuck, Buggy had just spent months in Impel Down with no news of his crew, then had to deal with the nerve wracking experience that is Monkey D. Luffy and the escape of Impel Down itself, which, honestly, would be enough to give any reasonable person a nervous breakdown (hence why it had no effect whatsoever on Luffy)

But then came Marineford, and with it multiple triggers and aggravating factors for Buggy.

Psychological/emotional factors, first: having all these escaped prisoners look to him for leadership; the realisation that his captain had had a kid and never told them; the realisation that the Rogers gathered to save the kid but couldn’t be bothered to come and save him; the setting, much too reminiscent to Loguetown and Roger’s death; a kid being held responsible for his father’s sins; the emotional toll of having oversensitive Haki and being in the middle of the biggest battlefield ever, bigger even than Edd War had been; seeing the Rogers again for the first time since Roger’s death; seeing Crocus again, with everything that happened there; being alone until Rockstar makes it there; being terrified of being recognised and hunted down again; the parallels between Roger’s death and Newgate’s attempt at going out in a blast of glory while allowing his kids to escape

Add in the physical factors: a battlefield full of giants on both side; Devil fruits aplenty rewriting the laws of physics; too much noise; too many smells; the very buildings being liable to collapse at any moment because of Devil Fruit fuckery; Buggy’s own physical state being... very not good after Impel Down; Buggy being very aware of just how small a fish he is compared to everyone else there...

Buggy’s breakdown was sealed in stone long before he decided to step in between Akainu and his prey - that part just made it even worse than it would have been. Add in Sengoku targetting him, then Blackbeard getting a bit too interested, and the fact that Buggy didn’t have a panic attack right there and then is a testament to his survival instincts, honestly.

Now Shanks, Shanks on the other hand would have been mostly fine if Buggy hadn’t been in danger. It sounds callous, putting it like this, but it’s definitely Buggy’s role in it that pushed him over the edge. Sure, he would have been very worried about Luffy, and probably would have had a heart attack or ten, but he would be nowhere as badly off as he was with Buggy in the middle of things - and, he would probably have been even more worried but a lot less on the edge of a flashback himself if it hadn’t been broadcasted.

Because this whole thing, this is way too similar to what happened to them when they were kids and being hunted down by Roger’s enemies. Having Buggy be in danger, be hurt while Shanks can do nothing but watch, is the worst form of torture, a reminder of those years they got separated and Buggy went through hell without Shanks being there to help him. And, unlike with Luffy where he can at least somewhat trust that Newgate’s people won’t let the reckless brat die on them, if only for Ace’s sake... He has no such assurances in Buggy’s case, with the exception of Rockstar, who he couldn’t be sure had made it to Marineford until he showed up on the screen. Until he saw Rockstar, he had absolutely zero assurance that someone out there was watching Buggy’s back. Worse, he knows Buggy is this close to a breakdown and has no guarantee that he’ll be able to keep it at bay until Shanks can get there. And then Buggy, who’s not exactly a crack shot with a gun, is suddenly facing a rampaging Akainu with only a gun in hand, and he somehow manages the perfect shot, but then Sengoku is about to attack him and then Blackbeard, and yeah, no, that does it, Shanks is done with everything.

Now on to the breakdown proper (after six huge paragraphs of what led to the breakdown itself xD)

It was very important for me that the breakdown take place privately, in a space that feels safe for both of them: so, of course, it had to happen in Shanks’ cabin. Not only is it isolated and you would have to go through every single Akagami + Force and Speed in order to get to them, this is a space that is basically infused with Shanks presence, which would have a soothing and comforting effect for Buggy.

They both really, really needed a hug, so of course that’s the first thing that happens in that scene. Physical reassurrance that the other is real, is here and alive.

It was also important that, while Shanks was also on edge and about to have his own breakdown, Buggy had his first: he’d been pretending to be fine for too long, but now his mask is breaking, and Shanks has already proven himself to be very, very good at pushing his own breakdown aside to care for those he loves (see: Smiling at Luffy and comforting him despite just getting his entire arm bitten off by a giant seamonster). And Shanks, objectively, has been through less, emotionally and physically speaking, than Buggy, and the best way for Shanks to help himself right now is to help Buggy.

The shower scene just had to happen, because I’m a sucker for someone crying fully clothed in the shower and someone else stepping in to comfort them scenes.

The fact that they maintain physical contact during the entire scene is very much deliberate. They are both very much codependent and tend to touch all the time whenever they meet up, but this is compounded by Buggy having just spent months alone in an unsafe environment where any touch meant pain. Buggy is very much touchstarved, and also needs the grounding effect of Shanks’ touch to prevent himself from spiralling or dissociating. In return, Shanks very much needs the reassurance that Buggy is right there, alive and breathing despite everything that happened.

Same for the sleep schedule and nightmares: it’s in part a return to habits they got while on the run (one sleeping, one keeping watch for enemies, which also means someone being there to wake you up if you’re having a nightmare) and also a way to help each other through the nightmares that they’re both going to have for a long time after this mess.

I’m also a sucker for non-sexual intimacy, so that added to that part as well.

The thing is, while both of them have crews that they love and who love them right back, and who can and do support them and help them as much as they can, the fact remain that, most of the time, the only person that can really help them is each other. It’s not just the shared past and shared trauma, though that plays a role as well; it’s also a matter of a. unconditional trust and b. their position as equal vs their position as captain over their own crews. Even if they’re not too big on authority and hierarchy within their own crews, the fact remains that their nakama are their responsabilities and they don’t want to burden them with their problem or feel like their crew needs to protect them when it’s their jobs to protect their crews.

(And also, maybe, not wanting their crews to go on a murder spree on their behalf, but that’s another matter entirely)

So the only person they can really go to when they reach their limit is each other, but because of circumstances (cough cough Garp throwing a tantrum cough cough) they hadn’t been able to see each other in person in over three years. Denden calls help, but they’re not the same. So it’s not just Impel Down and Marineford and seeing the Rogers that just hit them, it’s also over three years without seeing each other and being able to help each other through memories and nightmares both.

One of the things I really wanted to get through with this scene is that there’s no shame in having emotions, nor in expressing them - expressing your emotions is healthy! No toxic mascuilinity here, no sire! Not expressing them in a situation where it could be dangerous is one thing, but you are allowed to be vulnerable and need help and ask for it.

This is probably a much longer commentary than you expected haha but I hope you enjoyed it!

#stereden talks #one piece #dvd commentary #stereden writes #buggy the clown #akagami no shanks #Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud)#the breakdown scene #yes i made myself cry writing that particular scene #Anonymous

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mysticaltigersorceress · 3 years

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That Which Will Never Change

Hello! I took part of a server gift exchange, and this is my gift for @mushroomgrenade

This is a scenario with their oc, B. I absolutely fell in love with B while writing this, and yes, I angsted. I'm only sorta sorry xD But hey, I gave it a bittersweet ending though

Length: 2.4k

Characters: B, Izo, Ace, Haruta, Marco, Thatch, Buggy, Shanks, Whitebeard, Oden, Gold Roger, Rayleigh

Warnings: Implied Death/flashback

Ao3: (clickable)

B stepped out of her cabin into the sunlight, relishing the gentle warmth of the early morning sun. The breeze lightly rustled her hair and clothes. What a lovely day to make land.

The Moby Dick had dropped anchor at what presented itself as a calm spring island. (Who knew, knowing the weather stability of the Grandline, perhaps it would start raining spiked hail balls later.) The low rolling hills were covered in young, light green grass and the occasional scrubby bush broke up the neverending landscape. The smell of soil and wildflowers mixed with the salty sea breeze just added to the excitement of being back on land.

Of course, there were still chores and duties to carry out before they got to relax. Everyone had their assignments for what needed to be done first, and B was no exception.

B was just about to disembark when she spotted Ace and Haruta chatting outside of the washrooms. Ace was carrying a Cameko Den-Den Mushi in his hand, trying to hold it inconspicuously behind his back. Both might’ve appeared casual, but something about the way they kept snickering and glancing around told her they were up to something She perked her ears to them but didn't watch them directly so they didn't realize she was onto them.

"Ready to head into town, B?" B nearly jumped in surprise, but smiled since she recognized the voice. She turned and looked up to smile at Izo, who had materialized behind her. She pressed her finger to her lips and slyly pointed in Ace and Haruta’s direction. His brow furrowed as he looked where she pointed and tried to figure out just what she wanted him to see. A slight tilt of his head followed by the slightest grin and she knew he connected the dots.

“Just what are those two up to?"

"If I had to guess, they're up to no good." She chuckled. "Should we check, or wait to see what happens?"

Izo focused his keen eyes on them, and he slowly grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Let's wait." He smiled down at her, expression as gentle as always.

They sat against the railing together and settled into idle chatter as they waited. It wasn't long until there was a flash of light followed by angry yelling.

"WHO’S IDEA WAS IT?!" Marco bellowed and B couldn't help but laugh as he angrily burst onto the deck. His usually golden blonde hair was now dyed bright purple, and Ace and Haruta were cackling delightedly as they evaded him. Ace and Haruta decided the wisest course of action would be to escape to the island and take off running. Marco transformed his arms into wings and flew after them, hot on their heels.

"Purple looks fairly nice on him," Izo chuckled. Well, they’d relaxed long enough. Time to get to work. Izo led the way down the gangplank, B following just behind him.

"COMING THROUGH!" B checked over her shoulder and lurched out of the way of Shanks and Buggy as they barrelled haphazardly down the gangplank. Buggy was shouting at Shanks as they raced each other up the beach into a vibrant jungle, shoving his face angrily against Shanks' face, but Shanks just laughed as he always did. B shook her head and chuckled at their antics. B turned to comment to Izo, but the beach was clear. Where had Izo gone?

“B, would you mind keeping up with them?” B’s cheeks grew warm, and she turned to the ship at her back. The Oro Jackson had replaced the Moby Dick in the cove, and there on the deck stood Rayleigh. Part of her wondered what happened to the Moby Dick and the other Whitebeard Pirates, but she quickly dismissed it. She was also a member of Roger’s crew. Why shouldn’t she be here with them?

“Sure thing–” A loud crack followed by screaming and crashing came from the jungle just off the shore. “Oh, for goodness sake,” B rolled her eyes and lightly jogged up the beach into the jungle. Oden was rubbing off on those two far too much.

As she searched the foliage for the troublesome apprentices, something felt slightly off, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. The jungle didn’t give off any immediate signs of danger, nor could she sense any bloodlust toward her.

“Shanks? Buggy? Where did you little brats wander off to?” B yelled into the trees.

“Red nose? Red hair?”

Her voice seemed to fall flat against the trunks. No leaves rustled. There were no animals in the underbrush. No birds in the canopy.

She held still. This was the sound of perfect silence.

Where did everyone go?

B caught a flash of movement in her peripheral vision and whipped around. There was a flicker of orange amidst the green and she bolted after it, nevermind what it was. She should be able to handle it, whatever it was.

B stopped. Where had… whatever it was gone? She watched for a sign of anything living or moving around her. The jungle was eerily still again.

Wait a moment. Which way was the shore? She hadn’t gotten herself lost, had she? A final glance through the foliage and she turned back the way she came. She should get back to her crew! The trees seemed to press closer and closer together as she tried to retrace her steps. Nothing seemed familiar, nor could she see, smell, or hear the sea from where she was. Just how far had she gone into the jungle?

From her left came a rustle and B took up a defensive position. The plants shook; whatever it was drew closer. She started to launch into action but stopped when she recognized the face that poked out.

"Fushichou-chan," B relaxed. “It’s you.” Marco gave her one of his reserved smiles.

"What are you doing out here yoi? The party's already started." He gestured for her to follow him and led her through the trees. She walked close to him, close enough for their shoulders to brush. She didn’t want to get lost again. His hair was still bright purple and looked like an exotic flower had been placed atop his head. She stretched her hand out and ruffled it, chuckling quietly.

“Purple doesn’t look half bad on you,” she teased, laughing at his grumpy expression. He sulked at her laugh and grumbled under his breath about the shampoo that was now wasted due to hair dye being in it. While her gaze was fixed upon him, her foot caught on a root and she went down, throwing her hands out to catch herself. Marco caught the back of her coat before she hit the ground and lifted her up to set her back on her feet.

“Watch your step, yoi.”

“Thanks, sorry,” B mumbled apologetically. Marco responded by taking her hand in his. They continued quietly walking hand in hand, the only sound being their breathing and their feet on the dirt trail they followed.

And then, B heard something. Familiar voices grew in volume, and suddenly the path they were following opened into a large clearing where the Roger and Whitebeard Pirates were throwing a massive party.

There was one massive bonfire in the center of the clearing, but several smaller fires dotted the space surrounding. Wonderful smells and music filled the air, along with plenty of laughter and banter from the two crews. Marco waved to B and went to say hello to Crocus. B wandered into the party, simply happy to be back with her crews’.

Pops, Roger, and Oden sat together around the largest bonfire, bellowing a sea shanty in between eating and drinking. Jozu was wrestling several people all at once and still winning from what B could tell. Vista dueled with Shanks atop a table, both equally cheered on by both crews. Hugs, handshakes, and waves were distributed to her friends as she explored the festivities. But oh, what was that delicious smell?

“Dammit Ace!” B laughed when she saw what Ace was being cursed out for. Thatch was covered in splattered food and dragging Ace out of a large pot of soup, cursing his younger friend for his narcoleptic habits. Thatch laid him on the ground out of the way, where Ace continued to snore while the commander and chef simply shook his head. B joined him in watching Ace. “Of course he had to fall into the soup, couldn’t just fall backward or to the side.” Thatch complained.

B was quick to dip her finger in the soup and smiled when she licked her finger clean. “Don’t worry, he didn’t ruin the flavor.”

“Hands out!” Thatch scolded her but filled her a bowl without hesitation. “Go sit, and save me a seat!”

B parked herself at the nearest fire pit and sat on a log with plenty of room on either side of her. Kingdew, Blamenco, and Rakyuo were already seated around the fire, and they offered her a warm greeting as she joined them. She smiled and waved silently, seeing as her mouth was currently full of soup. Thatch’s soup was definitely her favorite.

They all scootched closer and brought her into their conversation, though she was too busy happily slurping her soup to add too much to their conversation verbally.

“Why didn’t you save me?”

B froze, spoon in her mouth. She whipped around, dread making her chest tight and heavy. Thatch was smiling down at her.

“Why didn’t you save me a seat?” He laughed and took a place across the fire from her, not noticing how shaken B was. Why was she trembling? Everything was okay, right? She couldn’t think of a reason it shouldn’t be.

But his words began to echo in her mind, tumbling and screaming and glitching with static.

Why didn’t you save me? Wh-y ddidn’t y-Ou SavVe mE? wH-Hy di-IdnnN’T YoUUU–

B dropped her soup and rushed to Thatch, grabbing him fiercely by the shoulders as if possessed. She checked him over frantically, looking for something to be wrong. Something was wrong, but what? The feeling of impending horror and doom filled every fiber of her being, clouded any coherent thought she might’ve previously had.

“B, you okay?” He set his own food down and placed his hands over hers, brow’s furrowed in concern. Her eyes met his, and something in her settled just a little bit. She tried to answer, but the words caught in her throat.

Thatch pulled her into a gentle hug, rubbing his hand against her back, and B latched onto him, unsure why she was so upset.

“B, what’s the matter?” She heard Ace yawn behind her. “Thatch, what did you do this time?”

Thatch didn’t answer. He couldn’t, since he didn’t know, but B knew this wasn’t his fault. Somehow, she felt whatever was wrong was her fault. Ace joined them, placing his hand on top of her head, skin impossibly warm as usual. She struggled to find words to describe what was wrong.

“Forgive me,” B whispered after what felt an eternity.

“What?” Thatch and Ace responded in unison, sounding confused. B felt confused herself. What would they need to forgive her for? But something in her told her she needed both of their forgivenesses. She pulled out of Thatch’s hug enough to look at both of them.

“Please,” She begged them. They gave each other odd looks but nodded.

“You haven’t done anything wrong by us,” Ace crouched next to her and Thatch and placed his hand on her shoulder. “There isn’t anything to forgive.”

“And even if you did wrong us, we’d forgive you. Every time.” Thatch assured her.

“You’re our family. We love you, and nothing will ever change that.”

B wrapped an arm around Ace and Thatch and pulled them into a tight embrace which they returned. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply. Their warmth faded, and their bodies sagged against her, limp, heavy and cold. The sounds of the party faded away. Cold wind whipped her face, the smell of death and smoke filled the air. She opened her eyes and found herself kneeling atop the execution platform in Marineford, the destruction of the Summit War spread before her. Bodies and debris litered the ground. And the words echoed again, grating against her whole being.

WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE US B?

B shut her eyes and dropped the bodies in her arms, avoiding looking directly at them. Her head was screaming at her, and she squeezed her head in her arms, anything to try to relieve the reverberating in her skull.

B jerked awake, breathing erratically. It took her a moment to get her bearings but recognized where she was. She was in a room at Shakky’s bar in Sabaody.

She slowly lifted her head, blinking furiously to get her eyes to adapt to the candlelight. Something was stuck to her cheek, and she carefully peeled it off and held it up to the light. It was a photograph. B must’ve fallen asleep while looking at her old photo’s. She had spread them all across the table. Some were much older than others, evident from the sun-tampered colors. A few were a bit torn, a few were more well-loved than others. Some carried food stains, some carried tear stains. But they all carried precious memories.

In the picture stuck to B’s cheek, Marco’s hair was purple as opposed to his natural blonde. He was chasing Haruta and Ace across the Moby Dick, Pops and everyone laughing in the background. Izo had taken this photo, and B was barely visible in Blenheim’s pocket, bleary from a nap. The prank had left Marco’s hair purple for nearly two months and had given everyone a good laugh.

Other pictures she’d fallen asleep on included Shanks and Buggy faceplanted in the sand after falling off of the beached Oro Jackson, Roger and Oden drunk off their arses and singing and dancing together, and a particular favorite of her, Izo, Thatch and Ace together. (Thatch was carrying a sleeping Ace like a sack of potatoes, and B got a piggy back ride from Izo.)

The dream was fading fast, but the last words were stuck on repeat in her head, like a scratched cd or a broken record.

Why didn’t you save us?

B stood abruptly and dropped the photograph on the table, suddenly aware of how wet her cheeks were. She grabbed her jacket from the bed and started to leave her room. Yet, she wavered when she got halfway out the door. The urge to go somewhere else eventually lost to another voice in her head.

We’d forgive you.

You’re our family.

B hesitatingly approached her desk, and picked up a photo of her family. Pops and all the commanders smiling up at her. Dream Ace and Marco’s voices came back to her.

We love you, and nothing will ever change that.

Nothing would ever change that.

#B #one piece oc #not my oc #my writing #mvwriting #whitebeard pirates #roger pirates #izo #marco #thatch #ace #whitebeard #oden #gold roger #rayleigh #haruta

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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I can’t wait for all your depraved stories around the garbage fire tonight! How about mixing and matching some fun kinks with your AUs of shame! Breeding kink, exhibitionism, biting/bruising/marking kink. Who’s most in to what?

@safarigirlsp OMFG I OWE YOU ALL THE GARBAGE TONIGHT HOLY SHIT IT’S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I WROTE SOME CRACK THOTS ON THESE BOIS I MISSED THEM!🥴

LET’S START OFF WITH THE BIG BAD GUNS HIMSELF... MY PIRATE KING FLIP BLOWHOLE CAPTAIN OF THE FUCKING JOLLY ROGER AND THE BLACK PEARL BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKIN’ FAN FICTION SO WE MAY AS WELL FUCKIN’ LET ALL THE PIRATE JOKES SWIRL TOGETHER IN A GODDAMN WHIRLPOOL OF DESPAIR!

Captain Phillip “Blowhole” Zimmerman is a simple man... he loves the sea, his ship is his baby, rum is his bestie (not including his First Mate, Ron), and he loves to fuck you into absolute oblivion in front of Davey Jones and the entire crew of scallywags daring to eyeball you in passing.

Any time he get’s a hint of another wandering eye looking down that cinched corset dress of yours, gazing at your heaving bosom practically spilling overboard in your corset, he inches a finger in your direction.

Perched upon his captain’s wheel, one knee up like Captain Morgan himself, he coaxes you to him, the more you inch closer, the more his nostrils fill with your sweet coconut scent.

“Captain?” putting your hands behind your back, shoving your tits out to his hungry gaze, “is something wrong?” playing as dumb as possible to get him even more riled up than he had been seconds prior.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, lil’ whore,” he spat, burning holes into your eyes as his ambered eyes turned to a raging fire, “assume your goddamn position, slut, I’m gonna make another example outta you seeing as how you and my fuckin’ crew didn’t get it the last few times,” grabbing your waist to thrust you over the banister of the ship, his crew halting their work to watch the show unfold.

“Look at you,” smoothing over the curve of your ass in the dress, flipping it over to reveal your naked, sopping cunt, “fuckin’ slut!” slapping the shit out of your pussy, causing an ungodly wail to emanate from your vocal cords.

“You must like being an example to my crew, huh?” gripping your curls in his hand to wrench your neck back, his low growl in your ear causing more liquid to seep from your pulsing cunt.

“Anything to please you, Captain,” smirking while you pushed your backside to rub on his pants, “I live to serve,” pandering to match his low growl, no doubt feeling his erection rub against your ass.

“In fact,” pushing yourself flush to his chest, hand still in a death grip on your head as he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, sucking the life out of your pulse, “I think you like makin’ an example outta me, sailor,” snaking a hand to rub his aching erection as his breath hitched from your grip.

“I’m gonna storm your fuckin’ shores until your wailin’ on my cock sweetheart,” gripping your throat with one hand and batting your hand away to take his cock out of his pants and stuff it fully in, no foreplay necessary seeing as you were soaked as the ocean itself.

“So. Fuckin’. Bratty.” he thrust in, enunciating his words as you moaned on his large whale cock into complete bliss.

NOW ONTO OUR NOBLE AND GLISTENING WARRIOR HERO... THIS IS SPARTA. IT’S NO SECRET THAT THIS MAN IS WELL-ENDOWED, AND WITH GREAT POWER, COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY, AKA, HE’S GONNA FUCK AS MANY SONS INTO YOU AS YOU’LL GIVE HIM AND YOU WON’T FUCKIN’ COMPLAIN ABOUT IT EITHER BECAUSE YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ WHORE FOR HIS HORSECOCK!

He’ll be coming back from a warrior training camp, fuckin’ shimmering in the Spartan evening light, clad in his gear, wielding the largest sword he could possibly get his hands on. Sweat covering his large pectorals, his biceps bulging out of his sleeveless uniform as he lowers his shield and weapon into their place in your hut, heaving and wiping the sweat from his brow, moving his hair from his face to glance up at you.

He takes in the sight of you, clad in your white robes, hair perfectly set as you perched on the loveseat in your shared home, pushing a grape into your perfect mouth, making unholy moans as you gazed into his hungry eyes, eating you alive as you swallowed down the sweet fruit juice.

“My handsome warrior has finally returned,” you mused, gripping another grape in your perfect fingers, playing with it as you gave him ‘fuck me’ eyes, “I’ve missed you my dove,” slipping it past your perfect lips, closing your eyes in bliss as you devoured the fruit again.

“My perfect goddess,” moving to kneel at your waist, pushing his head into your chest as he gripped your midsection while you rubbed his hair every so softly, “I’ve missed you, my love,” lifting his head to gaze at you closer, moving in for a loving kiss that turned steamy quickly after.

“Take me, Phillip,” you gasped, throwing yourself into his embrace as he picked you up from the seat, leading the both of you into the bedroom.

He lowered you down as if he was handling glass, petting your face as he did so, “take your clothes off my love,” he whispered into the crook of your neck, “I’m gonna stuff you full of my sons,” gripping his lips on your collarbone as he fumbled with his armor, removing it while you did your robes.

Gazing at your nude figure, spread eagle for him as he gathered his leaking cock in his hand to line up with your perfectly plump pussy, glistening in the candlelight, stuffing his member into your sopping cunt, causing a unanimous moan to emit throughout the room as he pushed further and further into your open womb.

AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST LET’S SADDLE THE FUCK UP AND TALK ABOUT HUCKLEBERRY AND HIS CRAZY BEHAVIORS BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW HE’S A HIGHKEY FREAK IN THE SHEETS. HE’S ALL ABOUT HOG-TYING YOU UP... AFTERALL IF YOU’RE BEIN’ A LIL’ BRAT YA GOTTA BE BROKEN LIKE THE PHILLY YOU ARE!

You know exactly how to get yourself in a pickle with your handsome devil of a cowboy. Know just what triggers him into a full rage... and that’s studding yourself out right in front of him.

You knew that touch on the thigh by that sleazy ass rustler was too much, but who were you to guess what he’d do. I mean, you did look mighty fine in those tight ass Wranglers, and who were you kidding, you fuckin’ knew you were just hot in general, and you took every chance to use that to your advantage.

After all, you were doin’ your boy a favor, havin’ pushy buy your rounds for ya as he finished his game of poker at the bar with his buddies.

What was the damn harm in it to get some free booze? The contact did him in. He noticed it from across the room, practically sniffing it out as his vision shot to that slime ball running his hand where his property was.

“We’re leavin’ darlin’,” moving to you as he threw his coin on the bar top, gripping your forearm in his large hand to drag you and your bulging tits to the open air of the Colorado night.

“What the hell Flip?” yelling to let go of his iron grip, moving back towards the saloon doors, “I wasn’t finished with my beer!” crossing your arms after he pulled your waist back to him.

“You look at me, sugar,” tilting your chin up to notice his dilated pupils in the moonlight, “you know exactly what the fuck you were doin’,” using that hand to grip your throat, a moan falling faintly from your lips as he lowered his cowboy hat to hide his gaze.

“Now, ya fuckin’ slut,” he groaned, loving the feeling of your quickening pulse in his fingertips, “here’s what’s gonna happen, baby,” moving to whisper his threat in your ear, “I’m gonna tie your ass up like the fuckin’ brat you are, and you’re gonna take the ride home in the bed of my pick up,” releasing his grip only for you to cry out for the loss of contact.

“Behave,” he tsked, waving a finger as he went to grab his good rope, untying it as he watched you get on the ground like the damn pig you were acting like tonight.

“See?” he chimed, bending over to your hands and feet as he started to wrap you up, “even sluts like you seem to listen after a lil’ forceful action,” finishing his work as he slapped your clothed pussy as hard as he possibly could.

“Fuck, Phil!” you screamed in pain and pleasure, trying to wriggle your way out of the tie he’d made.

“Aw, sugar,” he chuckled lighting a cigarette as he watched you writhe on the ground, “swearin’ and bein’ a brat isn’t gonna getcha far,” inhaling and exhaling as he thought about what to do with you at the cabin later.

GOD MY FUCKIN’ HEAD HURTS BRUH I’M SO HORNY OVER THESE MEN MY GOD... ALSO I HATE MYSELF FOR SAYING WHALE COCK I CANT EVEN RN

WELL BYE!😂

#again i'm in a time warp with these guys #i dont even know what comes over me when i write for shannon #i need an exorcism #captain blowhole #this is sparta #im your hucklebrry #ask the beads night #ask the beads

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 4 years

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Aces of Spades (01)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader Twin

Yeah, hi, it’s not like I don’t have enough on my plate, but here’s my new story. Bucky and Steve are part of a Motorcycle Club.

Tagged: @justgrits @charmed-asylum

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*Four Years Ago*

Graduation had come and gone. With her twin by her side, Y/n and Y/tn walked across the stage and accepted their diplomas. They would be spending one last summer at their cabin by the lake with their friends and family before going off to school. Y/n and Y/tn were both on scholarships. Y/tn had a full ride to her dream school for her academics where she would be going to school for nursing. Y/n scored herself a massive full ride scholarship to her school for soccer where she would be taking up Journalism. The twins were so excited to be done with high school and moving onto the next chapter of their life. They, of course, were sad that they weren’t going to school together, but they wouldn’t be far away from each other.

“Y/n! Y/tn!” Two familiar voices started shouting out after them.

Turning together, the twins were swept up in huge arms. Y/n giggled as Steve spun her around. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he tightened his grip around her waist as he spun her around. Steve and Bucky, were best friends and they were also the twins’ best friends. Had been ever since they were youngsters. Their parents all grew up together.

“Congrats, brat,” Steve said and Y/n smiled at him.

“Thanks,” Y/n said.

Setting her back down, Steve released Y/n so he could sweep Y/tn up in a huge hug. Y/n jumped at Bucky and he caught her swiftly. She hugged him tightly. Steve and Bucky were inseparable from the twins. They were two years older than them. Growing up together, the girls always had bodyguards and as the boys’ friend group grew so did their list of protectors. Before Y/n could get the chance to start looking around for her parents, Bucky was pulling her attention back to him.

“Well, how does it feel to be all graduated?” Bucky asked her.

“Surreal,” Y/n replied with a grin on her face.

“Let’s head down to the bar for food and drinks,” Steve beamed.

“Steve, you know we can’t drink,” Y/tn said teasingly, shaking her head.

It didn’t matter, though. Their friend group had the best parents. They let the kids have fun as long as it was on their property and they handed over their keys. Y/n just liked giving Steve such a hard time about it.

“Hey, what happens at the bar stays at the bar,” Bucky said with a wink.

Y/n could only shake her head at both of them. Gathering up their things, the girls walked with Steve and Bucky to where their bikes were parked. Y/n climbed onto the back of Steve’s bike and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. With one last look behind her, Y/n didn’t see her parents so she turned back around and rested her head on Steve’s back.

Their small town of St. Haven had just a little under 1000 people taking up occupancy. A small school took up one side of town, there was a grocery store, library, town hall, and some other smaller shops. In the south part of their town sat the bar. Ace of Spades was the MC’s club. To the locals, it was a biker bar. Most people veered away from it.

Most brave souls didn’t last long though. It was a little too rough and tough for them. The bikers all thought that it was hilarious that the locals couldn’t handle a little bar fight here and there. But behind the bar image and motorcycle club, there was a real operation happening behind closed doors.

Howard Stark, George Barnes, and Joseph Rogers started this MC years ago. Behind the scenes, they run weapons and drugs across the borders to other clubs. As the three of them got married and had kids they started to build not only their family but their empire. They groomed their sons and their friend’s sons to take over the business.

Y/n and Y/tn’s parents weren’t part of the MC, but they did grow up with them. They knew about what the club was really up to and they kept their secret, but also helped out in any way they could. The club always took care of them and when they had their girls the club was quick to step in and help. The girls gained groups of friends once Steve and Bucky had become their friends.

The girls knew the boys grew up in the MC, but they didn’t know about what the club really did. They trusted the boys more than their own family. The MC was their family though too. They all loved and adored the twins. Of course, there were rumblings around town. People that rubbed the MC the wrong way loved to trash talk them. The girls had heard whispering, but they played it off as them being bitter.

Pulling up outside of the club, Y/n and Y/tn climbed off the back of the bikes and hurried inside. Both girls were caught off guard when the room exploded with confetti and cheers. Everyone was clapping and smiling as they stood around cheering on the girls. A large banner hung over the bar that read Congratulations Y/n and Y/tn. Y/n didn’t get a chance to look for her parents before a group of people suddenly surrounded her and her twin.

Howard, George, and Joseph surrounded the girls first to pull them in for hugs. Y/n sunk into Joseph’s arms and sighed. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She loved her parents. They were her parents, but Y/n had always been so close with Joseph. It helped a little that she was head over heels in love with Steve, but she would die before admitting that secret.

“I am so proud of you kiddo,” Joseph said.

“Thanks, Papa Joe,” Y/n said, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Sorry, we weren’t all there to greet you after you walked,” Joseph said.

Y/n looked around the bar. “I can see why you guys had to leave right away. This is quite the party,”

“Only the best for our girls,” Joseph said.

Leaned up against Joseph, his arm was around her waist as he led her around the bar so she could greet all of the guests that came to celebrate her graduation. George had Y/tn on the other side of the room. Y/n caught Steve’s eye and he just smiled at her. All Y/n wanted to do was stand in the corner with Steve and whisper amongst them.

At the other end of the bar, Martha and Sarah were standing there. Y/n went over to the two older women and gave them both a hug. The OG women were all soft, sweet, but a badass and you never wanted to be on their bad side.

“Thank you for the party, you know Y/tn and I really appreciate it,” Y/n said.

“Anything for you, love,” Sarah said, kissing her cheek.

After a good hour of working the room, Y/n finally found herself alone with Steve. Steve took her hand in his and led her upstairs, past all of the bedrooms, and to the stairs that would take them right up to the balcony on the back of the bar.

“So my parents?” Y/n began before taking a leaning against the railing.

Steve sighed. He looked away from her. Y/n and Y/tn thought the world of their parents. But Steve knew so many of their dirty secrets that he knew if the twins knew the truth that the two of them would never be able to look at their parents the same way.

“They had to work,” Steve began.

“Club business?” Y/n asked him.

“Yeah,” Steve lied.

“Well, at least I have your family. Y/tn and I are so lucky to have you guys,” Y/n said.

Steve slung his arm around her as he leaned against her.

“I’d give you the whole world, you know,” Steve said.

“I know,” Y/n smiled.

“Here, I got you something,” Steve said, digging into his pocket.

“Steve,” Y/n whined. “You know I hate gifts,”

Steve chuckled. “I know, but you’ll like this I promise,”

Y/n only rolled her eyes. He pulled out a slim black box and held it out towards her. Y/n gave him a questioning look before taking the box and flipped the top open. A silver charm bracelet sat nestled in the box. There were a few sunflowers dangling from the bracelet and some other odd and end charms.

“All of the charms mean something to us and our friends,” Steve said as he started to point out the different charms and their meanings.

Y/n was trying so hard not to start crying.

“Thank you,” Y/n whispered as he placed the bracelet onto her wrist.

“Don’t want you going off to college and forget about me,” Steve teased.

Y/n instantly leaned against him and let out a sigh. Steve wrapped an arm around her so he could hold her tightly. The two watched the sunset as the party raged on below them.

The pair stayed up on the balcony for what seemed like an eternity. When the two of them finally went back down to join the others, Pietro was quick to scoop Y/n away from Steve. When Steve had tried pulling her back, Pietro only laughed and quickly dragged Y/n across the bar.

Steve sighed, ran a hand through his blonde hair, and then went to join his dad and George. Joseph and George greeted Steve with a big smile.

“I see that the party is a hit,” George grinned as Y/tn laughed as Clint spun her around.

“Yeah, it is,” Steve said.

Joseph could tell that there was something wrong with his boy.

“What’s the matter, Steve?” Joseph asked.

“She asked about their parents,” Steve replied.

George and Joseph glanced at one another.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t say anything. She thinks they are doing something for the club,” Steve said before his dad could ask any more questions.

“Good, that’s good,” Joseph hummed.

“But you know, we are going to have to tell them the truth,” Steve said.

“We know, but tonight is not the time,” George said.

Steve fell silent as he sipped his beer. Steve had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something wasn’t right. Besides all of the lying that he has done to his girls over the years there was just something else that was looming over him, the others, and this club.

Y/n was laughing as she finally freed herself from Pietro’s grasp and went over to her twin. Y/tn grabbed a hold of her and the two made their way towards the bar to get something to drink.

“This is the best graduation party ever,” Y/tn beamed.

“Yes,” Y/n giggled.

Y/tn was suddenly pulled away by Bucky. Bucky pulled her down to his bedroom.

“Bucky, the party,” Y/tn whined.

“Come on, I have a gift for you,” Bucky said.

Y/tn stopped whining as she saw Bucky pull off the gift from the top of his dresser. The box was small and wrapped in bright blue wrapping paper. A silver bow was messily stuck on top. Bucky was grinning as he held the gift out towards Y/tn. Y/tn took the present, neatly pulled off the bow and then unwrapped the gift. Y/tn pushed off the lid and tossed the tissue paper off to the side.

“Oh Bucky,” Y/tn gushed.

She pulled out the necklace. It had a sunflower pendant hanging off the end. Bucky leaned forward to grab the pendant. He showed Y/tn how the sunflower was a locket and it opened. Inside there on the right was a picture of him and Y/tn and on the left was Y/n and Steve.

“I love it,” Y/tn’s lip quivered.

She moved her hair off to the side so Bucky could help clasp the necklace around her throat. The gold chain was lightweight and it fits perfectly. Turning around, Y/tn threw her arms around Bucky’s neck and he caught her carefully.

“Thank you,” Y/tn said.

The two stood embraced for a long period. Bucky was going to miss this. He was going to miss Y/tn and Y/n being up in his space. This was their last summer together before the girls went off to college.

Bucky and Y/tn went back into the party. Y/tn went right to Y/n. The girls leaned against each other as they watched as everyone around them continued to celebrate. Y/n looked at her twin.

“We need to talk,” Y/n told her.

Y/tn looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” Y/tn asked.

Y/n looked around before dragging Y/tn out of the bar and into the chilly night. There were too many people around. Too many ears that could hear her and go right back to Joseph and the others. Y/tn instantly wrapped her arms around her to help keep herself warm. She stared at her twin. Y/tn could tell that something was really bothering Y/n.

“I think something is going on with our parents,” Y/n said.

Y/tn shot her sister a look. “What are you talking about?”

“I know our parents aren’t the world’s best parents, but they would have been here, Y/tn. They wouldn’t have just got up and done a job for the club on our big night,” Y/n explained.

Y/tn bit her lip as she mulled over her sister’s concerns. Y/n had a point. They loved their parents. They weren’t perfect, but she loved their little family. Their parents never missed a milestone event in their life. So why now?

“Maybe now is the time we bring our concerns we’ve heard rumors about them,” Y/tn said.

Y/n looked at her twin. That was a big deal. Anytime, Y/n had brought that idea up, Y/tn would shut down and it was never brought up for a long time.

The two had always heard rumors about the club, but they always brushed them off. They were their friends and they trusted what they had to say. The girls always just blindly followed them. Maybe those rumors were true. And if they were the twins weren’t even sure how they would handle it.

The twins went back inside to finish out the party. After all of the guests were gone, it was just Y/tn, Y/n, Steve, Bucky, and their parents. They were all working together to clean up the bar from the party.

“Why don’t you take the girls home. They shouldn’t have to pick up after their own party,” Winni said.

Y/tn tossed a look towards Y/n.

“Actually, could we talk to you guys about something,” Y/n said.

Joseph and George looked at each other.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked.

“You guys have been more than just our friends. You’re our family. We trust you and respect you, but the lying has to stop,” Y/n said, she had to just rip the bandaid off and get this over with.

“What are you talking about Y/n?” Bucky asked.

“We’re not dumb, you know,” Y/tn snapped.

“Of course, we know that,” Steve said.

“Then why do you continue to lie to us. We’ve heard the rumors about you and this club. I never wanted to say anything and to second guess you, but our parents would never have missed this party,” Y/n said.

“Girls, you have no idea what you’re opening,” Joseph said.

Y/n turned her dark eyes towards Joseph. “I have done nothing, but blindly trust your lead. We have all graduated and out of school. We are on our way to adulthood. Please stop lying and tell us the truth,”

“You’re not going to like this. None of this,” George said.

“No!” Steve snarled.

“Son, it’s time,” Joseph said.

“Steve’s right, we can’t,” Bucky argued.

“Boys,” Sarah sighed.

“Is it true?” Y/tn asked as she was staring at Bucky.

“What exactly?” George asked.

“Are you more than a motorcycle club?” Y/tn asked.

“Yes,” George answered carefully.

“Do you sell weapons and move drugs across the border?” Y/n asked.

Steve sucked in a breath. He had no idea that the girls had known anything about the MC.

“Who has been in your ear, girl?” Joseph asked.

“There are enough people in our small town that like to talk,” Y/n snipped.

“Our club does what it is necessary to survive and make sure that we can take care of our families,” George explained.

“So the murders that are connected to the club?” Y/tn asked.

Bucky shot her a look.

“I know how to use a computer, Bucky,” Y/tn hissed.

“Girls,” Sarah sighed. “There is just so much information that you’re missing,”

Y/n looked at Joseph and then locked eyes with Steve. “What about our parents?”

The room was so quiet that you’d be able to hear a pin drop. Y/tn was watching George and Bucky carefully trying to see if either of them were going to flinch or make a move.

“I know our parents aren’t the best in the world. We also know how much you’ve helped them out. We’ve heard them talking late at night about money problems. We both know that they are working for you,” Y/n explained.

“But we also know that they wouldn’t have missed this party for the world,” Y/tn added.

“Y/n. Y/tn. Please don’t keep pushing this,” Steve begged them.

“No, we’ve been put on the back burner for long enough. Where are our parents?” Y/n pushed.

“Girls, your parents aren’t coming back,” George said, finally breaking the silence.

Y/tn immediately reached out and took her twin’s hand in hers. Y/n squeezed her sister's hand reassuring her that everything was going to be okay. Even though all Y/n wanted to do was scream and cry she couldn’t do that right now. Y/n looked over at Steve.

“Were you ever going to tell me the truth?” She asked him.

Steve looked down at the floor.

“If I had told you that I loved you?” Y/n asked him.

Steve couldn’t even bring himself to look up at her. She could feel her heart breaking.

“I never wanted you, the two of you to know what the club is. What Buck and I do for this club,” Steve finally said.

Y/n had to bite her lip to keep herself from crying.

“So, you’re okay with lying to me?” Y/tn asked now looking at Bucky.

“Please, we were only trying to keep you safe,” Bucky said.

Y/n looked away from Steve. Her eyes settled on Joseph. The two of them were staring each other down.

“Since it was said that my parents are gone that means that they aren’t on vacation. My parents had a life insurance policy,”

George cut her off. “Nobody said they were dead and it’s going to stay that way,”

Y/n let out a sigh of anger. “That money would help Y/tn and I with expenses,”

Steve looked at her in confusion. “What are you talking about? You’re our family. A part of this club, we would take care of you,”

“Oh, you think that in between semesters Y/tn and I would ever come back here? I was afraid that all of this is true. Now that I know that it is and that all of you would blatantly lie to us. I’m never stepping foot in St. Haven ever again,” Y/n snarled.

“Y/n, please,” Steve began to plead.

“I don’t want to hear it,” She growled.

“Kiddo, please, you have to let us explain everything to you,” George pleaded.

Y/n settled her angry eyes on Joseph.

“I trusted you. You were a father to me. I followed you blindly for so long. I fell in love with your son. Only to be made into a fool. I can never trust you again,” Y/n said.

“If you leave St. Haven for good, we won’t be able to protect you,” Joseph said.

“We don’t need your protection,” Y/tn growled next to her twin.

“You two don’t understand other clubs that aren’t part of our circle will hurt you to hurt us,” Sarah softly spoke up.

“Why would it matter when the people I’ve called family for so long have already done that?” Y/n asked.

“Y/n, Y/tn, please, just let’s all sit down and we can talk about this,” Winnie said.

“Why? To give you guys more time to lie to us? Bucky, we have always been so open and honest to each other. This feels like everything I know about you is a lie,” Y/tn said.

“Girls, if you walk out that door,” Joseph began to threaten.

“I’ll go to Chief Rhodey,” Y/n snarled.

“Darlin’, you’re going to learn very quickly who’s on our payroll,” Joseph said.

Y/n shook her head.

“Stay away from me. Stay away from Y/tn. I’m begging you all to just leave us alone,” Y/n said.

And before Y/n could open a can of whoop ass on Steve and Bucky both for betraying the twins, Y/tn was dragging Y/n out of the club. Somebody had driven the girls car to the bar after graduation. Y/tn found the keys in the ignition and started the car. Y/n slammed herself into the passenger seat.

“Y/n,” Y/tn said.

“Let’s just go home,” Y/n said.

Y/tn nodded and then pulled away from the club. The car ride was quiet as the girls didn’t really know what to say to one another. When Y/tn pulled into the driveway Y/n sat up a little straighter when she saw Wanda and Natasha sitting on the porch.

“Go in through the garage, okay?” Y/n asked.

“Y/n,” Y/tn began.

“I love you, but you’ve got a weak spot for the girls. Let me take care of this,” Y/n teased with a small smile.

“You’re right,” Y/tn gave in.

The girls exited the car. Y/tn shot the girls a look before zooming past Y/n and into the garage. Y/n walked towards the front door and started to pull out her house keys.

“Those boys sure like to work fast, huh?” Y/n asked.

“If you won’t listen to them, then maybe you’ll listen to us,” Wanda said with hope.

“I’m really not in the mood to duke it out with the two of you,” Y/n said as she went up to the front door.

“You’ve got to give us a chance to explain,” Natasha urged.

“Did you know that they were going to kill my parents?” Y/n asked.

Natasha and Wanda glanced at one another.

“That’s what I thought,” Y/n said, unlocking the front door.

“You don’t know what’s going on,” Natasha said.

“What I know is that the people I called my family have been lying to me for years and now are responsible for the deaths of my parents,” Y/n shot back.

As Y/n opened the door to slip inside, Natasha grabbed her by the arm. Y/n looked down to Natasha’s hand and then back up to Natasha.

“Let go of me,” Y/n snarled.

“Please don’t do this,” Wanda whispered.

Y/n removed Natasha’s hand and looked at both redheads.

“Don’t contact me or Y/tn ever again,” Y/n said before firmly shutting the door in their faces.

Y/tn was in the living room she had been watching the whole exchange. Y/n turned towards her sister. Tears were already streaming down her face.

“Y/tn,” Y/n said softly.

“They’re really gone,” She whispered.

Y/n was quick to pull her sister in for a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, Y/tn,” Y/n said.

“How do you know?” Y/tn asked.

“Because we have each other and that’s all that matters from here on out,” Y/n said.

Y/tn nodded before burying her face in her twin’s neck. Y/n held onto Y/tn tightly as she urged herself not to break down. Y/tn needed her so now was not the time for her to show weakness.

*Four Years Later*

The Uhaul pulled up in front of the house. Neighbors were already looking out their windows to get a first look at the new people moving into the neighborhood. The twins stepped out of the Uhaul. They were laughing as they walked towards the back and opened the door.

Another moving truck pulled up behind them. The movers got out and walked towards the girls.

“Y/tn, is going to show you the bedrooms and where everything can go,” Y/n said.

The movers nodded and then followed Y/tn into the house. Y/n released the hatch on the first moving truck to release Y/tn’s car. She moved to the other truck to release her own car. The movers came out and started to unpack the trucks.

Y/tn came to stand next to her twin.

“This house is more amazing up close and personal,” Y/tn said.

Y/n grinned at her sister. “I told you I could pick out a house by shopping online,”

Y/tn only rolled her eyes. Hip checking her sister, Y/n walked away from Y/tn to help start unloading the moving trucks. As Y/tn moved to go and join her sister the sound of motorcycles could be heard coming down the road. Y/tn froze and Y/n let out a sigh of annoyance. Of course, somebody would have already ratted them out about being back.

Straightening her back, Y/n turned on her heels, hands on her hips, as she greeted the group of bikers. A tall, muscular blonde climbed off the bike, he was now supporting a beard, but those familiar blue eyes burned holes in her soul.

“Y/n?”

“Hey Steve,” She sighed.

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Pet or guilt trip, your choice

Avengers (and Matt Murdock) x reader

Sum: no home is complete without a pet, or second best

Steve Rogers:

After the first attack on New York gifts and presents started pilling in the lobby. For every member of the team at that point, even the ones who the public didn’t know the name of. Flowers, candy, clothes, jewelry, and sometimes straight up cash. Most were donated (save for the drawings, and that one necklace Nat was not going to let go of), and among those gifts were Lady.

She was a little golden retriever puppy, pink bow around her neck. Security guard (a wall of a man) was cooing over her when you had walked in.

Accepting her on Steve’s behalf she fit snuggly in the crook of one arm. The other holding the files. Help from fellow employees pressed elevator buttons and open doors kept Lady from touching the floor.

You sat Lady down after seeing him in your office. Opening the door and nudging her inside with the toe of your pump. She goes right for the next available source of attention in the room, Steve kneeling to her level. She whines and goes for his face, tiny paws trying to get traction on his shirt collar and get to more of his face.

“Careful of Cujo there,” You say, papers on the desk.

“I don’t- okay, later.” Another movie added to the list. “Who is this?”

“Our child,” You said, an arsenal of guilt ready to be used.

Tony Stark:

You’d need more hands to count how many times you’ve tried to get a pet. Tony has dodged every attempt with legit reason; cats knock things over, dogs are a lot of work and messy, birds? No, just no.

This helped create the “Stark adoption day”, your personal project. Part passion project, part proof that you are more than just some trophy on Tony’s arm. Working with any shelter that will have you (which was a good majority) and setting up the meet and greet with dogs, cats and everything else in the park. Unsurprisingly it was maybe an hour before people started asking about Tony.

It was a little deflating that people were more concerned about Tony than the animals. This was why you had gotten to Tony before he made his entrance. Making sure he’s not wearing anything that he wouldn’t want ruined.

Adoption rates went through the roof. Hand picking the oldest, least desirable pets and putting them on the for-front. Tony holding a single eyed orange cat was still being cycled around, another where you had stolen his sunglasses for a brief moment and placed them on the bridge of an old saint-bernard. Both of them were adopted within the hour on that day.

Thor:

Thor had a horse, Thor had a big fucking horse.

“What’cha got there?” A lame question with an obvious answer.

He had this confidence that everyone should envy. Even when he doesn’t know where or what’s going on, he is still so sure. Just like now, holding black reins of this dun horse, tail black, mane matching.

“Gail,” A simple name that he probably didn’t pick out. “She’s from the neighbors,” Neighbors who were over two miles away. “Come, come here.”

His hand lays over yours, guiding you to stroke her neck.

Whether you had experience with horses or not it didn’t matter. Gail was Thor’s girl. A free ranged horse that wondered your property, coming into her little barn when the weather is less than pleasant.

Thor gets this look on his face when brushing Gail. Every bit of stress, every forced laugh and smile is gone when he mounts her up. How could you say no to that?

Bucky Barnes:

He hadn’t noticed you yet, sitting on the patio steps. The rented cottage was angled so the sun caught whatever rested on the porch. Usually it were local cats, this time they were joined by your man. Scratching his head at just the right angle, gleam of metal sending magic over the stone.

He’s a tuxedo with white on only his back-left paw. Following the little white dots along the stone and up the wall. Both paws reaching out to slap at the light swishing side to side, following it left to right and back down to the porch. He was one of those outdoor cats, born in the wild. Scratched up ears and skinny body to match.

Bucky raises his arms up and down for the sun to catch it. Kitty not having a care in the world no matter how close he got to the large man. Eventually attacking Bucky’s leg, pressing against it and bouncing back. Turning around and attacking again, maybe trying to confuse his prey.

“Oh God, I love it.” Wanda had texted when you sent the video.

Kitty was your host for the duration of the small vacation. Probably hanging around because of the food you had left out, letting out a jagged meow while trotting up whenever Bucky leaves the cabin.

By the last day Kitty sat next to the bags stacked by the door. Staring, daring like he was daring you to try and leave without him.

Natasha Romanoff:

His name is Clint and he’s a bastard.

Just like the man he was named after, the large African gray parrot hung out in the highest points of the apartment when alone. Sometimes flying down to chill on the counter or couch when Nat was home, bouncing around the apartment while she would watch amused.

He was adopted when Natasha officially moved in. Someone for you to be with while she was away. She really loved him, cooing at him when perched on her shoulder. Speaking in any language she knew as a greeting.

Nat was Clint’s obvious favorite. The moment she was gone he would go into his corner. Waiting for you to be in sight before throwing an actual tantrum. There was a real chance that Clint was a cat reincarnated; going into your kitchen and knocking down the hung-up mugs, opening the cabinets and marching on the plates when he locks himself in. He’ll scream into the void between the couch and wall, grab at chips or snacks as your bringing them to your mouth. In those few minutes that he’s calm he’ll stay in front of you and just stare;

“Bring mom back, or I’ll tear this house apart.”

The worst? He can speak, but only in Russian. You hadn’t learned what he was saying, but he was likely cursing you out.

Bruce Banner:

She’s a street beggar that had a love for fried chicken. With a meow too high for a cat her age, not caring about dangers and stretching deep. Her front paws against your leg, as though she just happens to be leaning against you.

She does this every day when you pass. Accepting whatever sort of meaty substance you have at the moment. Seeming to glare when you had the audacity to offer a vegetable. At one point she followed after eating the treat, it was a spur of the moment decision to scoop from the old cat, her nails barely pressing into the cloth of your sleeves.

It honestly took a few days before Bruce noticed Peppermint. She was an older cat, her all black coat had some shimmer of gray from age. Long haired and only showed her bratty side at the vet, or when she was being brushed.

You really, really should have told him about her when you first got home. He wasn’t home very often, a little house outside of a city. Even the mildest mannered of the Avengers was almost never home. This was among the excuses you had used for randomly adopting a cat.

“She was alone, like me.” You are a real asshole sometimes.

Of course, you never blamed Bruce for having to be gone. You’ve spent years separated until the Avengers brought you back together, another few more when he disappeared into the sky. Using all that for a cat? She better be one amazing cat.

T’Challa:

The man has battle rhinos, you’d think he could handle a French bulldog.

Cosmo was a spoiled coworker’s birthday present. She lost interest in him after he passed his puppy phase. Her comments about taking him to the shelter had perked your ears, swooping in to save the little boy right behind her.

He’s a real brat, you love him, but he’s the worst.

You’ve just never realized how bad he was until T’challa insisted you visit for a longer period then expected. This was the journey of many firsts for Cosmo; first time on a plane, first time leaving country and the first time in Wakanda. First time meeting Okoye, who just watched this little black ball raise on his paws and stare at her on the plane seat. He growled deep in his throat, whining up at her and she just stared back. Eventually he just started barking, sitting on his butt and barking to the sky. Demanding she pick him up.

She just smiles down at him, head on her hand. Seeing how long this boy was going to whine until he gave up. Cosmo was going the entire flight, Okoye would make a great mother.

Shuri’s face lighting up was worth bringing the little booger along. It wasn’t that there were no small dogs in Wakanda, or that she didn’t know what a French bull dog was, it was just a breed that wasn’t necessary to adopt from the outside world. With both hands she holds him up to her face, more than willing to watch him while you met up with T’challa.

His face looking at Cosmo was one of “What did you bring into my home?”

And he kept that face every time Cosmo stared up at him with that old man wheezing. Or when Cosmo would take a sock from those placed out, running from the room with it like he had just robbed a bank. His worst offense is to have the audacity to squeeze his firry butt between you and T’chall at night. Too deep in sleep to hear the names your man was calling your second favorite boy.

Pietro Maximoff

Nothing can cement a person to one place like a sleeping pet.

They’ve been stuck to the same spot for the past hour. The black and white husky resting her head on his lap, one paw over the knee as a way to say “please, don’t move.”

Pietro’s face was annoyed, but his dominate hand kept a good rhythm of petting Savannah’s head. The other flicked through channels, occasionally looking your way. Maybe to see what you were doing (still on the laptop), maybe to look for help. Not that you’d ever mess with your copper and white colored princess.

She would nip at your legs, howl and scream when the food would take too long. Keeping Pietro wrapped around her paw whenever he left the house. Growling low in her throat when he’d tell her no. She would do this until he grabbed her leash, muttering in his mother language as she wiggled with excitement.

Peter Parker:

Peter held the little guy way too close to his face. Looking at the white and fawn spotted bunny in his hands, inspecting him as though he might not have been an actual rabbit. In his defense Happy was cute little guy.

It was like a divorce from a marriage that never happened. Happy was a plan that took weeks in the making. Infecting each other with the Bun disease after watching one too many “how to care for your rabbit” videos in the wee hours of the morning. He spent most his life at your place, taking him Peter’s a few times a week during “Dates”.

It wasn’t that Aunt May had explicably said no, she just gestured around the apartment. “We barely fit in here.” The woman was immune to the bunny charms, still more than willing to hold him, though. Making kissy noises and cooing.

This was Happy’s life now. Seeing his Daddy every “date” night. The two of your sitting across from each other on the floor, legs stretching out for your feet to be flat against each other. Creating a tiny carrel for Happy to choose which parent he will be cuddled by.

Stephen Strange:

It wasn’t so much Stephen had said no that Wong did. He had the look of a man who had seen the effects of cats on old books and birds in wide open areas. Dogs don’t seem to be on the list of preferred pets for those working in mystic arts. They’re too good for them, anyway.

“It’s good karma,” You had said, door chiming when opened.

“Karma’s not real, Sweetie,” The nickname of condescension.

“You’re fucking attitude is. Hi, Marisa.”

There is probably a reason dogs aren’t chosen for mystic arts. They’re too much of a distraction, spending hours with these girls and boys. Filling bowls, washing cages and scrubbing puppies cleaned the soul.

Stephen had stood off to the side at first. One of those poor kids whose parents had never let him have a real pet (maybe a fish, but you can’t pet a fish). Slowly getting more accommodated with the dogs getting too excited around him. Then he met Beorn, the adult male Newfoundland who was getting on in age.

Because of his age he wasn’t the first option for adoption, a mass of black hair laying in his cage. Beorn nudged against his hand, a deep noise at the back of his throat that said, “I’m old and deserve pets. Get to it, youngster.”

Stephen’s hands disappeared into the black mass. Reaching for miles before he found the body and Beorn groaned at the attention. Stephen fell in love with him at that moment. Going with you to the shelter and just so happen to wander towards Beorn. Taking credit for volunteering while he only stays with this old bear.

“I want him,” He one day admitted on the way home.

“Talk to your work-husband.”

Matt Murdock:

“I don’t need a service dog,” He says.

“I’ll pay for it.” You says.

“Sweetie, Angel, no.” The double pet name. It’s on now.

“Come, how’d you get that busted lip?”

Thug two was quieter than thug one

“Walked into a door.” He says.

“And your ribs?”

Big crow-bar, bigger guy

“Went hard into a table.”

“You know what can keep you from doing that? A service animal.” Beers clink between your fingers while walking into the room.

“I have you for that.” He says.

“Wow,” You keep the bottle from his hands. Setting it on the coffee table instead.

“I didn’t mean that,” He reaches for the bottle. Missing by a few inches, leaning forward and pushing it gently into his hands. “I think the cane says I’m blind enough. I don’t have time for it either.”

“Dogs are suffering you know,” a drink of beer. You’re planning something. “And their shelter is underfunded.”

There it is; his little, bleeding heart, angel. “What do they need?”

“Lawyer on retainer, paperwork and stuff. “Another drink, a louder gulp. You hardly ever asked for anything, let alone a legal favor. “All your clients with them will be innocent. Ya know?”

Matt nods, “Foggy’ll love it.”

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Carol Danvers:

“This is just a favor to a friend,” Mr. Fury says walking with you through the house.

Middle of nowhere was an understatement, surrounded by fields owned by no one and woods belonging to the deer. You should probably ask if there was wifi in the place. That the phone line is connected out here is a serious long shot.

“In exchange for that favor,” You’ve only known this man for a few hours. Long enough for car ride and brief introduction that told you nothing but his name. In that time, you have learned he seemed to like being dramatic. Grabbing the carrier on the kitchen table and setting it on the floor with a clunk for dramatics. “He’s your problem now.”

The orange kitty inside obviously didn’t share Mr. Fury’s love for dramatics. Just sitting in the loaf position inside of his crate, barely acknowledging that he now had a way to roam around.

“Carol has a cat?” You ask.

The floor creaks as you squat down to see inside the crate better. Cat now acting like you meant nothing to him while he stretches out. Walking out and sniffing your outstretched fingers. A purr deep in his throat gets louder when he rubs against them, spinning to trail his tail between your fingers.

“He’s more then that. Just make sure he’s in front of your if they break in here.” Mr. Fury says, holding out a card to you. “When that happens give me a call.”

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Shang-Chi:

It takes a minute to realize that a turtle had made it’s home in Shang’s apartments. It’s enclosure blending a little too well with the shelves, lamps and junk that decorated Shang’s living space.

“That’s Sheldon-.” Shang begins.

“LAME!” Yells Katy from the couch.

“-Xialing gave him to me a bit ago. She said he ‘matched the décor and my attitude.’ Whatever that means.”

Seeing Sheldon making his way around the room. You had to agree. Especially as it was a pancake tortoise that moved around faster than you’d assume it to be.

Now that you knew Sheldon was there he was hard to miss. He walked through the tiles of the kitchen when let out of his enclosure and chilled on the carpet when Shang would get ready in the morning.

“I thought I was your pushup cheerleader.” You said one morning from your shared bed.

It was a blessing and a curse that Shang used pushups to wake up in the morning. A blessing because who doesn’t like to wake up to a beautiful view? And a curse because of the constant suggestion that you join him.

This morning he was doing the set as usual. With Sheldon choosing to hang out right under his owner. Completely confident in his dad’s ability to not just slam to the ground.

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themcuhasruinedme · 5 years

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Vintage Film Fest (Pt. 1)

[Summary]: You and Steve have been dating for a while and you surprise him with a pair of tickets to a vintage film festival as an anniversary date

[Pairing]: Steve x reader

[Word Count]: 2,874

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A/N: Just taking a break from my Tony series cuz I hit a tiny bit of a wall with it... but this little gem decided to appear after I got done watching all of Laurel and Hardy’s shorts and movies (and because I have such a massive love for Old Hollywood films)... I encourage you guys to watch the movies and shorts I mention in this as they are all wonderful and amazing (heads up though: some of them are silent!) and all can be found on YouTube.

It had only been five months since you and Steve became a couple. The team had often wondered how you two had never met before since you both enjoyed pretty much the same things.

You did find it a bit odd that you never did run into him at the theater when it was doing a special showing of an “Old Hollywood” film because Steve and you enjoyed those very much. You also enjoyed listening to the music that he grew up with. There were so many things that you and Steve had in common that it almost seemed like you two were destined to be together.

As the six month anniversary of you two being together was coming up, you were trying to come up with something special for the two of you to do. And after endlessly scrolling through a google search of restaurants nearby, things to do in NYC and a list of “things to do on the weekend and staycations”, something caught your eye: Vintage Film Festival.

Getting a big smile on your face, you clicked on the link and started scrolling through the details. It read:

Join us for an exciting four day event! Our movies will range from old, silent films to early talkies, featuring the most well known acts from that era: Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd and comedy duo Laurel and Hardy. Come laugh, cry, smile and sing with your fellow “Old Hollywood” fans for an event to remember!

Schedule can be found here and movie times start at 4:00 PM (although we try to avoid changes, the schedule is subject to change)

You looked around the web page to see if you had to pay for it and sure enough, you did. After all, getting to have a four day event to see some of the most memorable black and white films couldn’t be free. But you were happy that it didn’t cost that much. For two tickets to all four days was only $100 a ticket. You bought them immediately and decided you were going to surprise Steve when they showed up.

You then clicked on the link for the schedule to see what was going to be played and your jaw practically hit the floor. You couldn’t believe how many amazing movies and shorts were scheduled to be shown; from Charlie Chaplin’s City Lights to Buster Keaton’s Cops, from Harold Lloyd’s Safety Last! to Laurel and Hardy’s Way Out West. Almost having tears come to your eyes, you quickly dabbed them away and closed your laptop while still having the biggest smile on your face knowing that you’d be spending four days with Steve and the best slapstick comedy movies and shorts to ever grace the planet.

The tickets arrived within a week and a half and you couldn’t be more excited to give them to him, you just had to find the right moment. You came up with a couple ideas. One that included you making a special dinner and hide them under his napkin. Another was still making the dinner and “pretending” to watch a movie together afterwards and at the end it told him about the tickets. Another was the simplest of all: just tell him you had a surprise for him and to cover his eyes and pull out the tickets. You decided to go with your first idea.

A few days later, you made a lovely dinner for the two of you and Steve was a little curious at first because you hardly ever made anything special unless it was for a reason. But he was still happy that you were making dinner and when he took the napkin off the table, he had to do a double-take.

He picked up the tickets and looked at them, slowly studying every word that was on them. He then looked up to see you smiling wide and holding out to him another piece of paper. He took it and started to read it. You watched as his eyes scanned the paper and as they went further, a huge smile appeared on his face.

“The Gold Rush, Safety Last!, Cops, Brats... Seven Chances... Way Out West... City Lights...” he said excitedly. “Hun, this is.. this is just... how did you find this?!”

“Well, since our six month anniversary is coming up I thought it would be nice to do something and when I was doing some searching for things to do, this caught my attention. I knew you’d be excited about it.”

“Yeah! These are like, some of the greatest movies and shorts there are! Especially Buster’s and Charlie’s!”

You smiled at him as you went around the table and sat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your temple against his as you both started at the paper.

“This is gonna be some six month anniversary then,” Steve said, still smiling.

“Mmhmm!” you giggled and placed a kiss on his forehead.

When the event finally arrived, the two of you couldn’t contain your excitement. You both had stayed up late the night before to watch other films and shorts by the actors on the list. Needless to say, there was a lot of laughing going on and you now loved and admired Buster Keaton even more.

After Steve parked the car and helped you out, he offered you his arm. You smiled, linked your arm through and placed your head on his shoulder as you made your way to the entrance of the theater. The man stamped your tickets and ushered you both in.

In the lobby you watched the video screen above the concession stand as Steve went to get popcorn and a few snacks. You watched as it played through clips of some of the movies you were about to see on the big screen and you couldn’t help but chuckle at a few and smile when you saw Buster show up.

Steve came back over with everything and you took a few things out of his hand and linked arms again with him as you two made your way to the screen room. Finding seats somewhere in the middle of the theater, you both plopped yourselves down and settled in for night one of your wonderful four night event.

As you waited for the movies to start, more and more people started showing up. You looked around and couldn’t believe your eyes! The place was starting get packed. It amazed you at just how many people there were that enjoyed these kinds of movies still. A few minutes more and the place had every seat taken. You saw parents with their kids, old couples, young couples and grandparents with their grandkids. It brought a huge smile to your face seeing that everyone was here to make memories with family.

Then the lights dimmed and everyone cheered and clapped, excited to start the first night of movies and shorts. You linked your arm through his and smiled at him when he placed his other hand on yours, giving you a quick kiss on your temple. He then placed his cheek on the top of your head as the film started.

The first film to kick of this four night event was The Gold Rush. You watched as they showed the travelers trudging through the snow and smiled as soon as you saw The Tramp wander on screen. With his cute mustache, that adorable walk and the things he did with that cane, you couldn’t help but just love this character that Charlie came up with.

The audience roared with laughter as The Tramp tried to leave a cabin in a storm but it kept pushing him back inside. And the laughter continued as you all watched The Tramp eat a candle in desperation as there was no food around the cabin. A few quiet somber moments happened before the theater filled with laughter again as The Tramp cooked one of his shoes to eat.

The laughter came and went as the film went on and when the most famous scene happened, which was the “Bread Dance” scene, the audience cheered and clapped when The Tramp had finished it.

A little later, the movie was over and the whole audience went wild with cheers. This was already starting off to be a great night. You looked at Steve, who was dabbing away some tears. He looked back at you with a smile as you gently dabbed away the tear stains on his cheeks.

“From laughing so hard or because of a beautiful ending?” you asked.

“More than likely both,” he chuckled.

There was a five minute break in between as the next one was getting prepared to play. Steve thought it would be a good time to use the restroom and get some more napkins for you two to finish the rest of the popcorn. Both of you had only gotten through half of it and had one box of candy emptied. Steve made it back with a minute to spare.

As soon as you heard the music start when the room went dark again, you tried not to jump out of your chair with excitement. Tugging on Steve’s sleeve, you whispered, “It’s Stan and Ollie!” When the word Brats came across, which was the title of the short, you smiled even bigger. “Oooooo! This is one of my favorites,” you whispered again to Steve.

You loved watching Laurel and Hardy. They were your favorite comedy duo. And did you have such a love for Stan! Not to say that you didn’t love Oliver but good gravy that Stanley. Between his accent, the adorable and often times hilarious, facial expressions (especially his smile), the way he mussed up his hair and his whine in times of trouble, there was nothing you didn’t love about Stan.

The theater was quiet until Stan said, “If you must make a noise, make it quietly.” Everyone burst out laughing. The laughter kept going as Stan and Ollie tried to play a game of checkers and watch their kids (who they also played) but the kids kept causing trouble. And after the boys tell them to go to bed, hilarity still ensues with Stan and Ollie playing a game of pool and the kids still causing trouble.

The audience was still having roars of laughter when the kids started to accidentally overflow the bathtub, which then started to fill up the bathroom. And laughter still rang out when Stan and Ollie sang the kids to sleep. Even more rang out when Ollie opened the bathroom door, having all the water rush out into the room. As the short ended and the lights dimmed on for another five minute break, you went to the restroom and got a refill on your soda.

There were a few minutes to wait before the next short started. You looked over at Steve and smiled at him. He smiled back at you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “This is the best thing we’ve ever done. I couldn’t think of a more better way to spend our six month anniversary.”

You nodded in agreement and kissed him. “I sure hope they do this again. We might need to make this an annual thing if they keep it up.”

Steve chuckled. “We just might.”

The theater went dark once more for the next movie to start. And you couldn’t be more happy to see what it was. Harold Lloyd’s most famous film, Safety Last!. Sure it had great funny moments here and there at the beginning and middle but you were most excited about the part where Harold climbed up the side of the building and hung from the face of the clock. And when that scene finally happened, there were so many gasps and oh-no’s coming from the kids in every direction of the theater. And even though you knew that Harold was gonna be ok, you tensed up just a bit and held onto Steve’s arm just a little tighter.

Another five minute break happened after the movie was over. This break seemed to go by rather quickly and the lights soon went dark again and the next short started. You really had to contain your excitement when you saw it was one of your absolute favorite Buster Keaton silent shorts, The High Sign. You admired Buster quite a lot, especially his stunt skills. The man was in a league of his own when it came to the dangerous stunts that were put in his movies all because he did many of them himself, some of which could have killed him. And even though this short didn’t have anything dangerous in it, it still showed off his stunt skills quite a bit.

Laughs started already with the first title card: “Our hero came from Nowhere - he wasn’t going Anywhere and got kicked off Somewhere.” and continued when he jacked someone’s newspaper and opened it over and over, turning it into this humongous paper that practically swallowed him.

Quietness hung in the air as the audience watched him read a “Wanted Ad” for an expert shot at a shooting gallery and sneakily take a cops gun to practice with. Laughter erupted again as he tried to practice but was absolutely terrible at it. It slowly died down but picked right back up when Buster went to the shooting gallery and got scared so bad that it knocked him right off his feet.

It got quiet again, except for a few whispers here and there about the man that owned the shooting gallery. You heard a child behind you say to their parent, “He’s really mean looking. I don't like him.” You smiled softly, knowing that this man was the bad guy.

You heard some of the children gasp when it showed that the very tall man was the leader of a gang of bandits that was going to kill someone that day. But laughter rang out again while Buster made an invention using a stray dog and a bone to make it seem like he was a great shot, which made the very tall man believe that Buster was perfect for taking out the person.

It became quiet once again as the audience watched Buster get asked by the man that was going to be shot that day to be his bodyguard but then also be told by the very tall man afterwards that Buster was gonna be the one to kill the man. But the hilarity and laughter ensued once more when towards the end after tricking the bandits, Buster outwitted them using every secret passage in the man’s house.

The next break in-between movies was a bit longer so if people wanted to walk around for a bit to really stretch their legs after being in their seats for a few hours they could, along with letting moms take care of the little ones that they brought. You and Steve took turns going to the bathroom and getting refills. Both of you stretched a few times to wake up those sleeping muscles and then it was announced that the next movie was going to start in a few minutes to give people time to get back to their seats.

The lights went off one more time for the last movie of the night. Another early talkie short from Laurel and Hardy called They Go Boom started which was another favorite of yours.

Laughing started almost immediately when the audience heard Stan snoring and seeing the shade fly up after Ollie sneezed. It continued after Stan tied the shade down but flew up once again and fell off the window after Ollie sneezed, along with a picture that was hanging above the bed falling off and hitting Ollie on the head. The audience watched as Stan then tried to help Ollie get over his cold but things don’t go right at all as usual.

You heard some of the kids gasp when the landlord threatened to throw the boys out. Laughter rang out once more when Ollie accidentally overfilled the air mattress with gas and it raised the bed all the way up to the ceiling. The laughter was even harder, if that was even possible, when Ollie needed to sneeze which sent Stan into panic mode and the bed exploded also causing a hole in the room above them.

And as the screen faded to black the whole audience broke out into cheers and applause. Everyone started to then file out of the theater and out to their cars. You and Steve slowly walked to your car, your arm linked in his and your head on his shoulder.

“So, did you have fun?” he asked.

“Do you really have to ask?” you answered. “Besides, we have another three nights to go. I think that question would be best served at that point.”

You looked at him with a smile, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t even need to ask again. The two of you already knew that you would have the time of your lives with this. With one night of classics done, it was now onto night number two!

#avengers imagine #marvel imagine #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader

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wordy-little-witch · 2 months

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Honestly I'm just gonna infodump on my Buggy AU bc I am a garbage mammal and I have work in like. 50 minutes. And I don't wanna be an adult.

So Buggy is a fae. His island was called Mystique, and he was about 4 when a preliminary approximate to a Buster Call was ordered. By that point, the fair folk of Mystique were considered high commodities to the wealthy and nobles. It was notoriously difficult to get TO the island, let alone get a person collared and smuggled off. The Fae there had many different kinds but all of them had a sort of "magic" that people didn't understand. ((In truth, it's an advanced branch of Observation Haki that kinda sorta mutated in their species to have a higher aptitude for. It's not IMPOSSIBLE to parn, but it's highly unlikely because the methods they use rely on a secondary set of vocal chords.))

To have a Fae collared and under your ownership became synonymous with wealth, prestige and renown.

It only got worse when eventually it was discovered that the wings the Fae had were made of a unique chemical structure which could be used to make a drug. It gave incredible highs, when prepared one way. It made you highly susceptible to persuasion, prepared another. The latter method also seemed to act as something of a super serum to some. It activated the adrenal gland, and the psychogenic effects essentially bypassed the natural inhibitors in your brain. So you can perform feats unfathomable on Fairy Dust, but it also disables your ability to perceive pain, leading to severe injury, often self inflicted. Prolonged use also strains your heart and ner out system, which leads to death.

Fairy Dust became a sought-after drug for a long time before the Marines decided to step in. Under. The Celestial Dragons' thumbs as they are, the plan was to destroy Mystique and collar as many as they could for monitoring and control of the source for the drug ((and also have access to it themselves as needed)).

Buggy, his sibling, and his mother were taken that day.

He spent a good long while in chains, a slave. Covering his back is a tattoo over a brand. He has scarring around his wrists and neck. He was the only survivor of the escape that led him to the sea.

Fae age differently than humans too, btw. They age slowly but also are highly social kinds of people. So on Mystique, the general populace aged slowly, a reflective process due to proximity.

On the Oro Jackson, Buggy ages a bit slower than most, but he's fairly in line with Shanks' development.

Buggy's Haki awakened very early (both by typical and Fae stadards), but his control of the branch of it that his people were known for was lacking. He was originally going to be used as a party trick essentially for the Masters of the house, but when it was announced that he couldn't do the small minor tricks by the other Faes, trying to protect him, there was anger and outrage. He eventually got assigned as a dancer - the youngest of them all.

There was one party when he was about 6-7 ~ where he was put on the spot to do some 'magic'. Buggy quite literally could not say no. So he tries.

He can use the secondary branch. He clstruggles to control it. The range of his Observation is ridiculously high by any means if the word, and so his range of access to the energies is outlandish as well. He simply can't control the amount properly. It's too much for his small body.

The little sparkler trick he tried damn near exploded. Nobody was hurt, but a girl's dress was slightly damaged. Buggy was punished severely for it.

They tore his wings off.

Not even a week after that, a large storm hit the island. There was a fire. There was chaos. Buggy's mother died. He lost his sibling. He escaped, and fell into the sea after tumbling down a muddy slope.

He washed ashore days later and survived.

A few months into his new life on the streets, he tries to pickpocket a giant of a man with a gaudy mustache and even more eye searing clothes. He is caught.

Roger recognizes the way the kid tilts his head with the wind, the way his pupils follow movements usually unseen. He sees what the child sees, he hears what the child hears, and so he does what the child does - he steals.

He just so happens to steal the child.

Buggy is taken to a pirate ship, offered a meal, a bath, a change of clothes, and amidst his vehement denials and bristling defensiveness, a redhaired boy steps out from a small cabin, and they meet eyes.

There's a ringing of bells in three men's ears, one two three. Shanks brightens. Buggy stares. Roger blinks.

Buggy proceeds to then not explain a single thing ever. And life as a pirate begins. It's only a few years later that Buggy explains, half asleep in Roger's bed after the Edd War, what the bells were, why the ones when he met Shanks were different from the ones that reverberated across the Seas before the ocean herself rose to engage as well; why Buggy, still a Devil Fruit User, had been half clinging to the mast, half hunched, looped fingers at his lips as he blew an unheard whistle to the waves, lips moving before and after the silent sound, pupils sharpened diamonds in a sea of glacier blue.

The Seas may entice him to a watery grave, the oceans may be his eternal tomb, but Buggy can hear and request things of the land and sky and sea that mortal men could barely fathom. Bells, he slurred, wedged between his father captain and his best friend, are the sounds of magic.

Outta time now gotta go, if anyone wants to hear more PLZ ASK ME I'M FERAL. SHAKING THE BARS OF MY CAGE

#buggy the clown #roger pirates #roger loved both of his cabin brats i just know it #fae buggy au #shanks and buggy #my au #pls feel free to ask me more i am unhinged abt this

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oliverwxod · 6 years

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Protector (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: implied sex, swearing, possessive

Summary: Pirate!Bucky.

A/N: not sure about this, never really done any themed writing but thought i’d give it a go, let me know what you think! :)

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Bucky was the most feared man of all the seas. People would cower at the name. Those who lived on land had only ever heard tales of the man with the metal arm, they spoke of him as if he were not real. Exaggerating stories and passing them on to scare others away. And they were right in some way.

Bucky could be a very violent man at times. He took no prisoners and if anyone who vowed to be loyal betrayed him, he did not hesitate to kill them off.

With Bucky came his crew. Aboard the black dreamer ship. His right hand man Steve Rogers always by his side. And with Steve came Steve’s younger sister. Y/n. Tale has it that a woman on board a ship is bad luck, yet they hadn't run into any trouble for years. Y/n was basically part of the crew, she was known and loved by them all as friends.

Bucky had made a promise to y/n and Steve’s Father; Captain Rogers; that he would look after them once he passed away. And that was 10 years ago now.

"Bucky." Y/n spoke, making him tear his eyes away from the sea.

"Yes?" he answered, his brow furrowing at the look of anger on her face.

"The woman on board, the lords daughter, what the hell are we meant to do with her?" She asked, frowning at him. She didn't understand how he could be so stupid as to kidnap the lords daughter.

"She seems pretty useful." He smirked.

Y/n saw white hot rage. She was very jealous, she could recognize her feelings as jealousy. But she wasn't going to let him know that.

"Fucking pig." She scoffed glaring at him.

"You're just jealous doll." He laughed.

"And what may I ask, would I be jealous of exactly?" she asked raising one eyebrow.

"Jealous that while I'm fucking her, you're not getting any of my attention". He smirked again, watching her in amusement. He loved seeing her riled up. An angry flush to her cheeks and a deadly glare in her eyes, which Bucky thought looked out of place on her. She was normally always smiling.

"Fuck you" she called. Turning away angrily. She didn't want him to see her tears of frustration.

The lords daughter was very beautiful and y/n knew she couldn't compare to her in any way. The lords daughter was pure and innocent, y/n was the opposite. She had been through hell and it showed in the way she thought and the way she never let herself too close to anyone. Except for Bucky and Steve.

They knew everything there was to know about her, reading her like an open book. And of course knowing her past as they were both there through it.

She thought more of Bucky. Although she knew he slept around whenever they were stationed on land for a while. She never thought he would bed someone who wasn't herself on the ship. Y/n always thought of the ship as her and Bucky's place.

The one place she could have him all to herself for a while. She could pretend he belonged to her even though she knew it was the other way around.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Steve spoke spotting her walking down the steps from where Bucky was. Steve rushed over to her in concern.

"Nothing" she spoke "it's stupid, don't worry".

"What's he done now?" Steve asked sighing quietly.

"I keep fooling myself into thinking I'm good enough for him. That he would just want me and only me." She cried. Steve's heart broke, hearing his sister talk about not feeling enough.

"You're more than enough. In fact I think Bucky knows that you're the one whose too good for him" Steve said.

"He slept with that woman. The lords daughter and she's still on the ship and I don't know how I'm meant to compete with her. She's beautiful and has expensive dresses and styled hair and I have nothing that can compare."

"Don't think for one second that you have to compare to her. You are beautiful y/n, just ask any other crew member here and they will tell you the exact same thing" he spoke looking at her softly.

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The crew were having a party. They had stumbled upon crates and crates full of rum and what better thing to do than to throw a huge drunken party. Y/n was never much of a drinker, hating the bitter burn of the rum when it hit her throat.

But tonight she didn't care. She was letting herself go. That's how she found herself sitting in front of one of the crew members called Sam. He was cute and she was drunk, she knew she shouldn't but she lean’t forwards pressing her lips to his.

It caught him by surprise and he pushed her away gently not wanting to hurt her feelings. Of course he would absolutely love to kiss her but he knew better than that. Bucky Barnes would have his head on a stick.

A set of eyes glaring into the back of Sam made him freeze. He knew without looking that Bucky had seen the exchange.

"Y/n love-" Sam spoke, trying to calm her down as she looked like she was about to cry.

"You pushed me away" she spoke hurt.

"You know Bucky would kill me-" Sam started to explain, but stopped when said person was walking determinedly towards the both of them.

"Bucky can go fuck himself -"

"I can do what now doll?" Bucky's voice was dark, she could feel the anger radiating off of him but she was too drunk and too hurt to care.

"I said you can go fuck yourself!" She spoke turning to face him.

"My cabin now." He growled. Y/n knew she should obey but her drunken mind was ready for confrontation.

"No" she spoke meeting his glare. Bucky raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Is that so" Within seconds he grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her up from where she sat, pulling her closer so he was face to face with her.

"Are you really trying to defy your Captains orders in front of everyone" he spoke threateningly.

"I don't want you to be my captain, I want to get off this ship." She spoke still glaring at him. Bucky frowned but regained composure. The thought of her leaving making his heart clench painfully.

There was no way he was letting her off this ship. He was her sworn protector, how could he protect her when she wasn't always in his sight.

"You know that's not going to happen" he spoke.

"drop me off at the next land and don't come back for me" she didn't let her expression change, wanting him to know she was serious.

"The next land we see is that over there doll, and trust me you don't want to be left there" Bucky spoke pointing a little in the distance at a gloomy looking island.

"Drop me off there Bucky" she demanded.

"No" he replied.

"Fine" she spoke, looking around quickly. She knew it was stupid and she was still fairly drunk but she wanted to get away, not caring how. "If you won't let me off I'll find my own way " she spoke turning away, stumbling slightly before she left.

Bucky watched her retreating figure, before curiously following behind her. He watched in confusion as she suddenly stood at the side of the ship looking out at the water as if making a decision. He saw her shake her head before closing her eyes. Within seconds she had jumped overboard. A few people had stopped drinking, rushing to the side of the ship, while Bucky lauched himself forwards, gripping onto the side of the boat to see a splash from the water.

Bucky didn't have to think twice.

“fucking hell" he mumbled before launching himself over the ship, following. Steve and some of the other crew worked on pushing the ropes over the ship so they could climb back up.

Y/n was pushing with all her might to swim against the currents. Her eyes set on the island. She could make it if only she was stronger. She heard a splash behind her, turning to see Bucky swimming after her with a determined look on his face.

She tried to carry on swimming but her arms were becoming weak and the current was dragging her down. Bucky easily caught up with her, his hands gripping tightly to her body, pulling her into him by the waist. She didn't bother struggling, knowing Bucky always got what he wanted in the end.

"Why the fuck did you do that doll?" Bucky spoke but she stayed quiet, not wanting to speak to him. Surprisingly he wasn't angry. He helped her climb up the rope ladder to where the crew were watching in shock.

Steve helped pull her over, letting her fall on the deck in exhaustion.

"What the hell were you thinking!" Steve spoke, scolding her. She shrugged before standing up. Wanting nothing more than to leave to the confines of her own room.

"Y/n, my room now" Bucky said for the second time that day. She didn't go against his orders this time. She thought he wasn't angry but he looked furious. She followed him to his room not speaking a single word.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Bucky started to raise his voice. "Why are you being such a brat? First you're extremely jealous, then you try and kiss Sam and then you throw yourself overboard!”

"You've made it clear that you don't care about me!" She matched his level of anger now. "so why do you even care?"

"See there you go again! Being a brat! What is it that you want from me eh?" Bucky asked.

"You know what I want!" She spoke "and it will never happen so you might as well let me leave!"

"You're going to have to tell me. You know I don't play games anymore" Bucky spoke.

"That's fucking rich" she scoffed. Bucky glared at her. Taking in her appearance. Her hair was wet, his favourite blue silk dress she wore, now ruined with sea water. She still managed to be the most beautiful girl Bucky had laid eyes on.

"I'll ask again" he spoke darkly. "What do you want from me"

"I- I just want you to want me" she spoke quietly, refusing to meet his eyes.

"So this whole thing, you being a brat is because you want my attention?" He spoke laughing before he stared at her with dark eyes. Y/n couldn't help but flinch at his laugh. "You still jealous of the lords daughter?" He asked.

Y/n became insecure anytime Bucky mentioned the other woman. She shrugged, making him laugh again.

"Get on the bed" he demanded.

She could never really say no to him. Not when this happened. Not when it came to being allowed in his bed and next to him. She would never turn that down, jumping at any chance. He stripped himself of his jacket and top discarding them to the floor. His hands falling to his belt, tugging it of quickly.

"Gonna fuck the brat out of you" he growled.

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Now, Who Else Do I Like?

Mr M (Brian May) x Tomboy!Reader x Mr R (Roger Taylor) Sci-fi AU Imagine

You work in Kepler-J13 as a ranger. They recently built a stadium, hotels, and villas to attract more tourists. And as a ranger, you’re allowed to apply as the guide for people that wish to see the forest you handle with your mate since he prefers to stay lookout,

But it’s the end of Summer vacation, usually tourist isn’t that much left, so you’re using that time to resupply—some privileged mother’s think it’s okay to just take your supply drone for her son to play behind your back, when you’re busy checking the perimeter for them to camp,

Going to one of the villas that now serve as a club to meet your engineer friend and get your drone fixed, you caught yourself transfixed by the rock band currently shaking the building. You don’t know who they are, but you note; the frontman is very eccentric, the bassist doesn’t even care if he’s putting out a show or not, the guitarist has a very uniquely kinky hair, and the drummer is constantly smirking and winking at every girl in the club; excluding you, you’re aware that people need to look thrice—maybe fourth times to finally realises you’re a girl,

After dropping off your drone and get it fixed, the next day you’re back to the headquarters to catch-up with some friends, get some news from other planets, double-checking your mate’s supply—mostly isn’t the necessity, and checking for any request for a guide. When you’re finished with the to-do list for that day, all you have to do is wait for your drone, but before you can enjoy some actual time off, one of the fellow rangers taps your shoulder,

“Y/n? You’re free?” Ask the ranger, “got some requests to tour the north cliff and Nymph Lake.”

“Is it true there are Nymphs in the lake?” Ask a long blonde hair guy... Wait, isn’t he’s the drummer from the band called Queen yesterday? “Don’t mind him. But we’d like to see the North Eclipse. I heard it’s often sighted during and after summer?” The tall man is the guitarist from yesterday as well, and as you looked at him in closer proximity, he looks rather less intimidating than when he’s performing. “You are correct. In fact, North Eclipse will happen two days in a row starting tomorrow. You’ll love the transforming colours as well as the Aurora by the second day. Have you purchased the camping set? It would be much lovelier to witness by the lake,”

“Excellent. And we have. By the way, my name is Brian May, apologies for the late introduction. And this boy is Roger Taylor. We thought it’ll be better to look and visit the forest whilst the mechanics' repair the sound systems.” They fought for a bit before you can finally tell them the dos or don’ts headstart; don't ever wander around by yourself, or start a fire without the ranger’s guide—No Hot/Warm Smoking at all!—as the atmosphere is very suited for a fire to grow at an incredible speed. And, apparently according to Brian, the most important don’t that you mentioned is to not jump off the cliff without your supervision. Despite the odd gravitational pull, which will allow for a higher chance of soft landing, only if done correctly,

“He will jump, doesn’t he?” You ask Brian when Roger wanders whilst you all waiting for your drone. “Oh, he will. Our friend, Freddie, think he wouldn’t do it for a hundred pounds.” “Well, we still got time, how about purchasing the one-time use glide parachute as well?” The man sighed, “I have. Do not worry. I will make sure this brat doesn’t make your job much more difficult,”

Right when the engineer delivered your drone, you start your hover car engine and goes to your outpost to drop-off the supply and get your gears. On the way, however, both Roger and Brian cannot stop to ask you questions. It’s not an unusual thing for the people to ask about the destined place they want to see, but you find these men's are particularly funny; when Brian’s question mostly shows how much of a space geek he is, and how much he’s generally interested in the planet, Roger is quite the opposite,

“Why does the lake called Nymph Lake? Are there used to be Nymphs there? If it is, are they pretty? Is it possible to shag them—?” Brian slap the blonde’s shoulder, “have manners, Rog!”

You laugh and nodded. “It's used to be where the Nymphs nestling every winter. But the Nymphs has long migrated to the colder part of the continent due to the humans. The first colony engineered the climate to sustain the next. Although, in the end, this planet fall under protected planets for exactly that reason; that there are Nymphs.”

“Are there any Nymphs there? Right now?”

“There’s a possibility. Two, in fact. Though perhaps you wouldn’t be as excited once you see them. No. I would rather we didn’t sight them at all if you want to see the Eclipses.”

“Why? Are they ugly?” “Not at all, they’re very beautiful.” “Then why?”

“Rog, Nymphs are the number one predator on this planet. Why do you think the girls chose to stay with Freddie and John instead?” Brian intercepted before you could answer. “Yeah? So does human on Earth,”

“Has any of you perhaps read the articles on them?” You ask, holding back your smile. “Yes. But I answer for myself.” Says Brian, once he notices your naughty smile, he quickly catch what you meant. “Perhaps it would be better for Roger to just see them, then. Easier to understand, I’m sure.” You close the conversation just as you park the car,

All three of you take thirty minutes to walk into the nearest cabin, your mate is already there, done packing your gears as a thank you for fulfilling his “extra” supply. “Should we change?” Ask Brian, notices you have changed your uniform into something more practical, whilst Roger and him still wearing some sort of party suit. “If you’d like. But it’s not necessary yet. Most of our forest journey wouldn’t start until before evening. And considering Nymph Lake and north cliff is a hot spot for tourists, there'll be a cabin nearby. If there's a chance, maybe we can stay outside longer,”

Brian doesn’t question further about why there isn’t much forest walking or hiking yet, despite this planet is known for the beautiful forest landscapes. But before Roger could ask about it, your mates quickly answered as he pointed at you, “Nymphs.” “Blimey, you have your personal Nymphs? That’s hot,”

You ignored Roger inappropriate comment whilst you ask your mate about your other requests. He whispered that it might take a while for him to catch the silly “brats” and feed them, but he assures you there wouldn’t be any direct sighting, at least until you’re done showing the first Eclipse, “notify me if you do sight them,” he adds before the three of you leaves,

The first few hours of the trip was uneventful until your tracker is picking up movement from your east-southeast. Two blips getting closer very slowly in the pattern that’s far too familiar for you. “Is that the Nymph tracker?” Ask Brian, which caught Roger’s attention. “Yes. But you shouldn’t worry. It’s just to keep track of when they’re near. Jake will take care of them—,”

“They’re near?” Ask Roger as he snatches the tool. “It’s okay.” You reassure Brian that's already halfway through scolding his friend. “Unless the blips getting louder, they’re not near enough yet for us to see or worry.” “Why should we worry again?” “Because—,” Brian shakes his head, “—because I must notify my mate. He’s supposed to check on them yesterday, but they kept running away,”

Eventually, the darker the night sky, finally the tracker did give very loud beeps, indicating the Nymphs are now on your east only by two hundred metres. “Roger, would you mind clicking the red triangle on the screen? Brian?” The urgency in your voice causes the brunette to steal the device from Roger, as Roger’s eyes now scanned the forest from the general direction where the Nymphs should be. “I clicked it.” “Thank you,”

Roger’s high-pitched yelp almost makes you hit the brake. “What happened Rog?!” Yelled Brian. “I saw big shadows in the forest! There are monsters there!” “They’re not monsters.” You try to calm him down. “Are you damn sure? Because I have good eyes and there are clearly four—no, eight eyes! Looking at me!” “The doctor prescribes him with minus ten eyeglasses.” “And I am wearing them right now, you blind fuck!”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to worry. Jake is Nymphs expert. He will take care of it soon. He’s notified when Brian hit the red triangle button.” “What does the button means?” Roger asks. “Crisis button.” “You’re making fun of me aren't you.” “If you say so,”

Jake did take care of them as the blips' gone after thirty minutes the "crisis button" was clicked. He messages you that the troublemakers will be away for a while. You make sure to tell Roger about that, even get the confirmation from your mate through a live call. And when you suggest them to stretch the seat and take a nap for a while, they do so without hesitation. Apparently, according to Jake when you're chatting with him to get rid of the boredom, your clients are rising rock stars, and you’re not surprised, particularly Roger, you can imagine there are currently more than two girlfriends waiting for him back home,

You've arrived at the cabin by the time the sun sets. You keep checking for any sign of the Nymphs, but it seems like Jake has done his job properly. As you see the sky, you can already see small strings of blue light; the first North Eclipse will fully form in 7 hours, should be enough,

"You should continue sleep inside, much comfier. I will wake you guys up in two hours so you can stay awake longer for the Eclipse tonight." You say when they're awake. Roger goes straight to one of the bedroom, whilst Brian instead change his clothes and start reading about the said eclipse,

"Are you not going to sleep?" He asks you. "I'm born here in the fourth colony when they arrive, so my biological clock had already been adjusted to this planet." That fact interests him so much that he stopped reading and ask you instead about the planet,

You find Brian quite interesting yourself; he's an Astrophysicist from Earth, and wish to take further education about Planets in Jupiter. He's far too clever to be boring and is very enthusiastic when you ask him about what's out there, and especially to tell you about Earth. You laugh when he told you that Roger is a Biology student; maybe he would not think he can shag the Nymphs if he broadens his education a bit,

As if knows that he's being trash talked behind his back, not long after, Roger's join you with a very messy hair, already stripped his jacket off, and half the shirt buttons were undone. Bri—a nickname he preferred you to call him—smack his friend's shoulder as he points at you with his eyes,

"Oh right! The Nymphs!" He quickly buttons his shirt and folds the sleeves. But this time, instead of correcting him, Bri has done the same and getting the camping kits ready, as he throws the one-use glide parachute to Roger; "No chute." "Then we'll leave you behind." "It'll be recorded!" "Edit it!" And they continue to fight whilst you go outside, inspecting the weather and overall readiness to start hiking,

"Will it be safe?" Ask Bri later. "Jake has confirmed. And like what Roger's find hot; I'm very familiar with the Nymphs around here. Worse case I have to force them down." "Let's not get to that outcome." "Then make sure to follow my words and not to wander by yourself." "Aye, aye, captain." Roger answered instead. "And no smoking something warm and hot." "You should've told me that sooner, or I wouldn't have to come." Both you and Bri ignored that,

The hike to the cliff is only two hours, the slightly cold temperatures help the process smoothly. As expected, Bri writes down his observations on pretty much everything he finds interesting, but of course mostly on how the sky changes in particular. On the other hand, Roger already started smoking cold smoke, Saturn brand—which is expensive and delicious, he notices you staring,

"Want one?" "Already clean." "Suit yourself." You can tell he's a bit annoyed by your nonchalant attitude towards him since the first time you two met; as you immediately put all your attention to Bri and ask about his observations. But it appears that he could entertain himself rather quickly with the changing surrounding,

"We could stay the night; the Nymphs won't bother us anymore." You say after Jake's affirmation regarding the safety. "Shut up! I'm here for the Nymphs. We're going straight to the lake!" "How quickly would you change your words once you see one." Jokes Bri, which again flew over Roger's head. But before Bri could elaborate, both of the musicians' step halted as they noticed at the same time you've arrived at the north cliff,

"Not the best view for the Eclipse, but it will come soon and we wouldn't be able to catch it better than from this place. If we push for the Lake, it'll take too long. For the night, let's camp here and enjoy the view." You'll be securing parameters from the habitats' insects and animals. You also make sure to take some precautions in case the Nymphs somehow slithered out of Jake's sight. Whilst the men's erecting the tents and some recording equipments—Brian, specifically have the newest climate and atmosphere capturing technologies, and have already taken out a computer out of his backpack,

"You're not going to wear it don't you?" You stand beside Roger, as the man tries to calculate how to make the legendary soft landing. The parachute is at a stone near him, unopened, the drummer simply shakes his head. "I will record it in the best angle if you promise to listen to me." You say. "That's a done deal," he quickly answered,

You're correct to think Brian found it more important to observe and calculate the change in the atmosphere bubble of the planet whilst one of five natural moons that orbit the planet is about to align itself perfectly to make a lunar eclipse. Than to babysit his friend all the time despite knowing full well the said friend will jump off a cliff. So after telling Roger how to properly do it, you ready the drone camera,

"What the fucking hell are you doing, Roger?!" Bri came in a furry you wish not directed at you; so you just realised it was a group chat, which also means Brian saw the video too after you posted it per Roger's request. "And you help him?! I thought you were a ranger!" "I am. That's why I'm helping him, so it's much safer for him to do it,"

"To fake it. Do you think I'm mental, Bri? That's ten metres down! And you don't help me calculate how to do it! But I don't know a ranger got some sick camera skills. Thanks, mate." He gives you a fist bump,

After that, Bri refuses to talk to you with the excuse that he doesn't want to be bothered when analysing. In exchange, Rog—he thinks you're swell enough to get the privilege—converse with you about many things,

You judge Rog too soon; despite his constant crude remarks and impulsive behaviour, he's quite the observer. He notices how, despite progressing so very quickly, humanity stills holding on tightly upon intolerance, violence, the corrupt systems, and many roots of hatreds—what's currently very hot is xenophobia. Much scarier, he says, that we get a hold of technology to colonize planets, that if we find something stronger than atomic bombs that could destroy planets in an instant, there's more likely a star-system scaled war to follow soon after,

As he exhales the cold smokes, both of you finally notices the very bright blue light above your heads. Bri, of course, too stunned to notify you about it sooner. But you've seen the Aurora many times, yet you always find it beautiful. You swear you'll never get bored of it. You quietly hum the lullaby that always put the Nymphs to sleep, as it's part of your ritual whenever you see the Eclipse,

It's like being K'Od in an instant, after making sure his devices still running, Bri goes to his tent quicker than any Nymphs. Rog, on the contrary, says that he's ready to go to the lake, and is itching to pull a prank on his tired friend to wake him up; "Enough to get to the lake and get the tent up and going back to sleep again in anger," before you stopped him,

In the end, after you insist on telling his friends, particularly the Freddie guy, that he's pulling a fake stunt, he heeds your order and goes inside the tent to preserve his energy for the next, much more difficult journey to the lake. You check the forum for the other forests statuses; many Rangers are happy to get some time off, whilst the southern Rangers with their neverending warm weather complained about being busy with the nonstop waves of tourists. You commented; “At least the Nymphs will melt over there. These wee dogs love attention,”

Around the afternoon, the boys finally woke up as you roast some vegetables. After having brunch, the three of you packs up and continues onward to the Lake. In the end, Bri snitches Rog out on the group chat and they fought along the way. If it weren’t from that, perhaps you wouldn’t take too long to arrive at the last destination; but the boys that's previously buddy-buddy whilst eating, now throwing rocks and push each other until one fell on the muddy dirt—Roger. It’s not easy to separate them when they’re so close to a fist fight, but to threaten them that you’ll leave if they didn’t stop is a good enough reason for Brian to go as far away as possible from Roger,

The rest of the walk is uninteresting, although Roger is now live chatting with some girls you assumed to be the girls that supposed to come. He took pride in being in a relationship with the three girls at once when you commented on how pretty they are. “I can hook you up with some of them that got some good taste on handsome boys like us. Maybe even you, an athletic ranger.” “Why, thanks. But I’m good for now.” “You’re with Jake?” “No. He’s dating the new guy from the forest down by the river.” “Just hit me up whichever floats the boat when you’re bored.” Sure. No problem.” “Y/n?”

Brian called from behind. He points at the dirt; looks like a fresh mark of the Nymphs tail. “Is it really safe to continue?” “It’s from yesterday. But I will tell Jake to get them away if it’ll make you feel safer.” “That’ll be delightful, yes please.” “Mate, is that the lake?”

Now Roger practically drags you and points at the giant forest opening five hundred metres on the northeast. “Yup. That’s it. Although be careful—,” Roger already running towards it, Bri pats your shoulder. “Let him.” “That’s what I planned on doing...”

It’s not surprising by the time you and Bri arrives, Roger looks disappointed and mostly angry... At you. “What the hell? I thought there would be Nymphs here!” “Well, they used to be here. But the weather is a tad warmer, not suitable for them to make the nest—,” as you said that, you saw four scally eggs deep down the lake. Both Rog and Bri saw it too. When Brian is now visibly worried, Roger is looking more excited than ever,

As they prepare for tents and devices, Roger finally allowed to swim and clean himself from the mud, after practically begging and assures you that he wouldn’t touch the eggs. You, on the other hand, busy yourself notifying the northern rangers group about the eggs. They told you to come and hold a meeting; whether they should take the eggs to the pole or not, and conduct more research on why they’re not melting from the weather. And you'll have a meeting about letting the babies grow in the reservation on the south pole or whether you should take care of them,

“Jake will come here once you guys are done so he can inspect the eggs. Both the parents grow in this area but has long used to a warmer temperature, so there’s high chance only one or two are left behind for Jake and I to take care,” you explained to Bri after he asks what you would do with the eggs. “Jake is the official Nymph Expert, but I have taken care of many since I’m ten. We’re doing what we can to make sure the Nymphs didn’t get the bad attention from NASA and Space Union. Or they might... Get hunted down.” “That’s absolutely terrible!” “That’s why I hope we don’t have to sight them anymore on your stay. The situation has been quite complicated as of lately,”

Night come fast and the sky is brighter as if it’s not evening yet. The second Eclipse was caused by the red moon, which causes a colourful mix of red and blue dancing in the sky. The aurora from the changing season blend in beautifully, and the three of you can do nothing but to enjoy them. “I’m making this an annual visit,” says Bri as he smiles wide, which makes you smile as well. “I agree. Next time we should drag Freddie and John with us.” “Then make sure to come straight to me; I will make sure for a better journey next time! And if you stay for a week, the autumnal colour scheme would be the sight you should never miss!”

As the three of you enjoyed the night, you tell them few of your knowledge regarding the planet, many cycles of the lunar eclipses, your favourites Eclipses, and the scientific reason behind them. “You only sleep for five hours?” “Yup.” “That’s nice huh, can get many things done at night.” “Quite correct, for example—.” “Your future partner would love it once they knew you can go for several rounds on daily basis.” “Please don’t mind him.” Says Brian, as he hurls his clogs at Roger that's protecting his head from the incoming projectiles. Perhaps it was the lightning, but you notice Brian covering his mouth with his hand, blushes when he notices you staring at him,

Suffice to say, you’re a bit nervous that Brian might catch a cold on the way back to the cabin. He keeps coughing when you look at him, his face is a bit pinker, and he’s quite obvious on trying to hide it to by looking away immediately as you catch him stealing glances. Roger, on the other hand, looks disappointed that he didn’t get to see any Nymphs, although he’s healthier for someone that swims in the cold lake,

When you’re only one hour away from the cabin, Jake called you privately. “Get the guests here quick. I have fed the Nymphs but they’re nervous for some reason and get away. My tracker detects them going to the lake at a very high speed. I will follow them with my vehicle. Be careful,”

Now the role has switched, when you told the boys to hurry pack and get back, Brian is the one that’s confused, whilst Roger looks shaken and nervous. “Something the matter, Rog?” “Yes, it’s clearly about the monsters right? They’ve hunted us since we’re on the way here.” “Do not worry; I will protect the two of you with my life. Besides, we’ve got the tracker,”

Despite telling him that, you’re a bit anxious yourself. Not from the fact that the Nymphs might bother you again, but more from what actually happens with the Nymphs? Are they alright? They’ve been behaving oddly since the middle of the summer, perhaps it got something to do with the eggs. You probably shouldn’t have let Roger swam, he might smell like the lake now. Even though you have told him to deep scrub and shower before you go straight to the outpost, you’re still not sure that he wouldn’t be the centre of attention if the Nymphs did come still,

And the Nymphs did come,

At the most inopportune moment, to say the least, you’re barely a third of the way, at night, when one of them cross the road right in front of you. “What the fuck was that!?” Screamed Roger, you kinda understand that he has been on edge the entire time. “One of the Nymphs.” You say, “stay inside the car.” “Are you mad?!” Now it’s Brian that’s yelling at you. “You shouldn’t worry about me. I know these Nymphs quite well.” “How could they didn’t show up in the tracker?” Ask Brian, very nervously getting his head out the window. “That’s what I’m going to find out soon,”

Roger screamed as he points on your left. There’s a three-metre tall shadow lurking inside the forest. It must've been the female Nymph. You make a purposeful right-hand gesture, calling it to come. “M, M. I’m here. It’s okay, girl.” But as you get your attention fixated at the giant, Brian launch at you and you both rolled on the road. “What the—?!” “The other one jumps at you!”

And he didn’t lie. The male Nymph is unsuccessful at ambushing you. You forgot the couple usual strategy when they’re playing with you, but that’s when they’re still the size of a big golden retriever. The beast is quadrupedal, looks like a mix of dragon tail lizard and iguana but with two pairs of eyes slitted eyes, and lion-like mouth with four sharp fangs sticking out. The smaller one of them is the size of a full-grown horse. The male Nymph is growling, seeing you as a threat; you quickly stand up after telling Brian to stay down,

“Calm, boy. What is it? Are you still hungry?” You take out a processed game from the car. But the Nymph is still looking at you, finally notices you’re someone friendly. You held out your right hand at its face, asking permission to touch it, and it gave you the permission as it rubs its head on your palm like a spoiled dog,

“AARGGHHH!!” Roger gets out of the car and ran to you. “That fucking thing is sticking its hand inside the damn car! Fucking Brian forgot to close the fucking door!” “Calm down! They’re sensitive to loud noises.” “Fucking right they did!” The giant Nymph is the female, and unlike the male that’s covered in a stark blue plain scales, the female is covered in dark green with brown streaks, perfect for camouflage,

“Down, Meadows!” You yell at the female, and instantly the female head is down, showing its perfect obedience. “Harold! The boy isn’t food! You just ate!” The male is so very slowly and hesitantly backed off. “What’s with you two?” You see Meadows is circling the car, looking for something. “Both of you clearly isn’t hungry, but why? Wait, Meadows, down—!!”

Too late, the Nymph has flipped the car, scratching right at the engine box as she does that, destroying it in an instant. The remaining electricity causes the animal to flinch and run away, with Harold follows her from behind. You run towards the engine; completely wrecked. “My god... What is wrong with them...” You called Jake and told him about the ambush, also about the destroyed car,

“Jake will hunt them and put them to sleep. Meanwhile,” you take out and unfold a hoover cart. “We will have to walk and leave the car. My supply drone will get us a hoover vehicle by tomorrow's afternoon. But if you’re tired, we can camp here.” “That’s a bad fucking idea.” Roger comments. “As you’re aware, they’re sensitive to sound. I brought the prevention tools that will handle the worst of them. Don’t worry, once you’re far and safe from this planet, I will find out what’s happening to them,”

Being scared shitless, Roger is the first one to get into the tent. After thanking Brian from saving you, he sat the opposite of you on the controlled artificial bonfire. “This is the first time it happens?” “Yes. They never outright try to murder me—they shouldn’t, at all, in fact. I took care of them since they’re still in eggs, they see me as their mother. So, yes, this is very odd indeed.” “But Meadows? Harold?” Ask Roger suddenly, poking out the tent,

“Meadows because she looks like, well, a meadow. The’s the biggest female that I have ever taken care of.” Brian looked at Roger and smiling cheekily for some reason. “Harold is the male Nymph. He’s fastest one in this entire planet. I call him Harold because Jake thought it was silly, and Harold, indeed, acts very silly when he’s playing.” This time, it’s Roger that gives a naughty side glance at Brian. “Once again, you shouldn’t worry. I know them very well,”

In the morning, the three of you immediately use the hover vehicle—it’s actually a unicycle but flying—once it arrives. You keep contacting Jake back and forth about the Nymphs, Jake has successfully sedated Meadows. “You shouldn’t worry about Harold. He’s completely distracted by the bait until tomorrow.” At least that’s what Jake told you as you’ve arrived by the road near the outpost,

“I have put another decoy by the road,” you say, “but it’ll be safer for us to go quickly to the outpost.” You keep on scanning the forest on the way, as it’s clear that the tracker is broken somehow, that’s why it didn’t pick up when Meadows and Harold ambush you. Jake is tailing from behind for extra protection whilst you go first,

“Finally!” Screamed Roger as he ran towards the building. Your eyes still looking out for any shadow in the forest as Jake unloaded things from your supply drone and hover cart... “Harold, down!” You yell which makes Brian ducked down, looking around in panic. “Harold, down! Down! DOWN!” You practically screamed and shoot the taser gun at the launching Nymph, whilst Jake is fast enough to pull Brian away from the now stunned Nymph,

“Oh my fucking god, oh my god, oh my god, my baby! My baby, oh my god! I’m sorry, baby! I’m sorry, love!” You run at the Nymph, hugging it. “Oh my god, baby! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—.” You stare at Jake with eyes full of tears, telling him to get Brian inside, as you continue to soothe the Nymph and apologizing,

“Are you okay, mate?!” Roger asks Brian, but Brian attention is still focused on the large Nymph, and especially, at you. It breathes slowly as you sat beside its face, stroking it and rubbing your forehead against it. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you hum it a song. “What a mother,” comment Jake. “It’s not the first time Harold has been tased, always by me. Not once did y/n has forgiven me from it, that’s why I gave her the gun. But this is also why I don’t want her to handle the difficult job, especially to Harold, her golden child,”

After calming down and letting Harold go, you get inside the outpost shitfaced. Your eyes are red. “I’m sorry. Are you alright, Bri?” “No. Are you alright? And it’s supposed to be me that apologizes.” You give him a dismissive hand gesture. “It’s just silly Harold, he can handle it... But he’s still my... Baby. It pains me to hurt him... I have to get used to it—,”

“Look. I’m stupid. And I’m sorry.” Said Roger after showing you one of the Nymph eggs from the lake that he hid in his backpack. “I really don’t know that Nymphs are beasts! And you snitch on me you bastard! I try to prove to Freddie that—whatever.” “What “whatever”!? You almost get y/n and I killed! And you stole a bloody rare species egg! You will most likely get us in trouble on security later too you fucking cunt!! Will you once please think before doing something as extremely stupid as this?! Or tell us! So at least we know we should bloody sedate and tase you instead of the poor creature!” Brian continues to scream at Roger whilst you and Jake try to calm you down and let Brian do the angry part,

“It’s okay, Brian. This isn’t the first time someone tries to anger the Nymphs,” you say on the way to the headquarters. “No. I will alert the authority about his foolish action. I’m sure there’ll be more foolish men like him coming that might try to harm the lives of those creatures. This way, there’ll be more precautions on what sort of criminals is allowed to get in.” Well, he’s right. Although you’re still unsure whether you should report Roger and potentially get him banned. After all, the man actually is clueless about the Nymphs,

Brian cannot stop apologizing after reporting Roger—you provide your explanation that severely lowers his sanctions; that it was pure accident, and you’ll handle the Nymphs with the organization after. “Please have a tea with us after our gig. So we could repay you for Roger's foolishness.” “Ah, I would love to, but unfortunately my babies needs my attention a wee bit urgently after. Maybe next year? You did promise you’ll make this an annual thing.” He’s clearly happy, but he’s trying to hide away his wide smile from you. “Are you serious, Bri?” Ask Roger jokingly over it, so you don’t really mind them,

Before the gig, Roger pulled you somewhere more private. “Hey. Um, I’m terribly sorry. For thinking you’re a dude, and for that egg thing.” “No problem. But please listen to me next time, alright? The Nymphs are dangerous creatures.” “Roger that, ma’am. Ha.” You both laugh at his pun,

“Oh, uh, by the way, when are you going back to the outpost?” He asks after he’s called to the stage. “A bit after the gig, unfortunately. But I’m not going to the outpost, I have a meeting with the organization on the HQ.” “Okay, good, that means you got time for a bit of talk? Great. Excellent,” then he ran to the stage. You knew where his intention is going,

You get the prime seat by the bar and can see the boys clearly. A couple of times, Roger is winking and Bri flashes his smiles at you. By the time they’re done, one of the stage team is calling you to go backstage,

“I only got twenty minutes. I’m sorry, they changed the schedule without consulting me.” You say at the man, he smiles and nods as he goes to whoever the boys needed some words with you. It’s Brian. “Hi. I’m sorry for keeping you here. I have something to ask—.” “Hey, y/n—,”

It was both Brian and Roger, they stare at each other in confusion. “Why are you here, Rog?” “Wait, hold on. Y/n, can you wait just a min?” Roger drags Brian somewhere and they both talk. You keep on checking your watch, and time is running out. “I don’t know you’re seeing her too!” “Shut your mouth! She can hear us!” And Roger is right, you can hear them loud and clear, so they’re getting a bit further away,

“Hey, I can’t really wait any longer. The representative is calling me. If you got something to say, forward it to Jake! He got my numbers!” You wave at them and walk backwards before they could catch you. “See you guys next year! I’ll be waiting!” Both of them—particularly Roger, screamed; “See you too! We will come! We promise! I will call you!”

Next year...

You almost late to the HQ meeting because damn Jake woke you up late. After the small party that he throws to celebrate your new official Nymph Expert, he slept through the alarm that you both set for the meeting. It’s about the opening of the first Science Institution on that planet that’ll be focusing on studying the planet. You’re a bit excited because there’s a Planetary and Astrophysics course, and you wish to apply; thanks to Brian,

Talking about Brian, you remember the last year incident that actually caused a massive change and strengthening of the security. You expected them to come today, and you’ve been preparing for the week stay, just in case they did hold on to your promise. And they did come; there are posters about the music festival tomorrow at the stadium, one of the band that’ll attend is Queen, and apparently the most anticipated one. Unfortunate, you can only come for the after-party,

You, the engineer ranger, and Jake and his boyfriend came a bit later when the party had toned down a bit. There are many rangers that attended too, thanks to the newcomers that are currently holding posts. As you sat down the bar stool and ask for a drink, someone joined you on your right. A particular blonde man wearing sunglasses and golden-purple suit in a dimly lit room,

“Everyone would still easily mistake you from a man, ma’am,” he says, leaning towards you by a bit. He smells of cold smoke and alcohol. “Well, sir, my fashion choice is only for those that appreciate it.” “Oh. Don’t misunderstand, I appreciate it. Incredibly.” A lop-sided smile grows on his lips,

“Have you heard what sort of natural predatory creatures that live on the planet? What an exotic and beautiful beast. I heard there’s this particular ranger that has been taking care of them since she’s still ten. In fact, she owns two big and the fastest Nymphs on the planet. And to be completely honest, someone that emits such fearless and powerful aura is... Very hot,”

You try your hardest to hold back laughter and replied; “Unfortunately, that ranger has long parted with said Nymphs. But I heard there’s another ranger that just got an official Nymph Expert title, and she’s currently taking care of ten Nymphs at once. A new type of Nymphs that are currently being observed for its natural resistance towards temperatures that’s far warmer than its cousin could resist,”

The man sighed deeply as he lifted his head up. “Goood. Unfortunately, only those Nymphs that could handle the currently hot temperature. Care to hook me up with the said Nymph Expert? She seems to know her way with a heat-sensitive creature such as I. Got a nice suite too so the check-up can be performed... Undisturbed, and in the best setting possible—”,

Jake tapped your shoulder, completely destroys the mood. “Busy? Got someone that want a full week tour—oh, hi, Rog!” “Piss off, cu—,”

“Hi, y/n. Long time no see.” Brian sat on your left, “oh, Roger found you first? Doesn't matter. Anyway, how are you?” After a brief catch up, Brian says that he and the band will be seeing the Eclipses this year. “Great! I have done some preparations as well! Making sure the cabin fits bigger scores. So glad all of you could come!”

“What about the Nymphs?” Ask Brian, “how’s Meadows and Harold?” You told him that the two was put in the reservation on the southern continent, where it’s much warmer and perfect for the two. You also tell him about your new duty to watch over the new reservation near the north cliff, where much tamer new species Nymphs are taken care of,

“You can pet them and play with them. Although, unfortunately, Rog, you can’t shag them as it’s against the law.” The three of you laugh and argue a bit about last year incident, teasing the hell out of Roger, before Bri touches your hand on the bar. He looks at you meaningfully and whispers; “Are you, by chance, free to have some tea tonight? You do promise to have it with me this year, yes?”

“Excuse me, mate, she’s booked for the night. We got some check-ups to do regarding my symptoms—,”

“Unfortunately, my Nymphs has booked me far before any of you are here.” You pull your hand, “but we’ve got a week. Whether you do actually have Nymph fever—it’s an actual disease, or to just have some tea, we've got plenty of times, I’m sure?”

Although a bit disappointed, they both agreed and promise to genuinely have a good time this year.

The end.

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Professor Rogers’ Office (Part Five)

You and Steve arrive at Bucky and Natasha’s cabin in the woods for a filthy weekend getaway.

Notes: Professor!Steve x Reader; College AU; STRICTLY 18+; Smut, shower sex, all that good stuff. Wanda Maximoff and Carol Danvers are girlfriends, Bucky and Nat are a kinky af married couple. All that jazz. Two updates in one day, I’m on a roll, enjoy it while it lasts.

Professor Rogers’ Office Masterlist

You stood at the edge of your bed. An open duffel bag containing no less than three pairs of shoes, four pairs of jeans, six shirts, enough underwear to last you a lifetime, and a good dress, sat right in the middle. You folded your arms and massaged your chin, thinking of what else you could possibly pack for a weekend away.

Bucky and Natasha owned a cabin. Four hours away. Natasha had the bright idea that some time away from studying might do you some good. Unfortunately for you, Steve agreed. And even though she seemed genuinely concerned about you, the thought of spending an entire weekend in the company of two strangers you had only properly met once filled you with a special kind of dread reserved only for trips back to your parents’ or heading back home to Wanda after staying out just a little bit too late.

“You all set?”

Wanda stood in the doorway to your room, leaning against the frame.

“I think so. What else do I need?”

“Got your toothbrush? You know you always forget the little things.”

Your eyes widened as you delved a hand into the recesses of your bag. “Fuck.”

“Hey, Carol,” Wanda called into the hallway, “can you get her toothbrush please?”

“I’m on it!” Wanda’s girlfriend replied, her footsteps ringing through the apartment.

“Make up, perfume, all that kind of stuff?” Wanda continued.

“Got it all.”

Carol slipped past Wanda and handed you your toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. “You know what would be funny?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“What if they’re all swingers?” she chuckled.

“Carol, don’t. She’s nervous enough. Leave her alone,” Wanda scolded, coming fully into your bedroom.

“You don’t think that would be hilarious? What about a Satanic sex cult?” Carol quipped.

Wanda took your face in her hands, a concerned look on her face. “You’re gonna be fine, you hear me? You’ve got nothing to worry about. It’s just one weekend.”

“Yeah but what if they’re just tolerating me because of Steve?”

“I think you’re good,” Carol piped up.

Wanda turned to look at her.

“I mean if they’re friends with a loser like Professor Rogers, then they’re gonna love you,” she shrugged.

“Not. Helping,” Wanda said.

You raised your hand slightly, directing Wanda’s attention back to you. “Actually, yeah, that does help… kind of. Thanks, Carol.”

The three of you stood silently for a moment before the intercom buzzed.

“That’ll be your boyfriend now,” Carol said, trudging out of the room.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said quietly.

“Well, sugar daddy or whatever you straight people call them.” She picked up the receiver. “Hello. Uh huh. Yep. She’s here. You’re carrying her bags, right? Good. Come on up.” She put down the receiver. “Your academic booty call is here.”

You tugged the zip on your bag closed and turned to Wanda. She was still standing there wearing that worried look.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be ok?”

“I think so.”

She pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “If you don’t feel comfortable, you text me and we’ll come pick you up, ok? That’s not a problem.”

“I will. Promise.”

You opened your eyes to find Steve hovering in the doorway.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything!”

Carol stood behind him, glaring up at him, mocking that last statement. “Dream on.”

“Professor Rogers!” Wanda smiled, picking up your bag and bringing it over to him. “You take care of my friend ok?”

“Don’t you worry Miss Maximoff, I plan to,” he said with a wink.

“And could you maybe bump my last essay grade up by a couple per cent, please?” she asked sweetly.

“Now you know I can’t do that,” Steve said reasonably.

“Not if you don’t sleep with him,” Carol remarked.

“Danvers! How’s your old man?” Steve grinned. “Love the new haircut.”

“Yeah, you know damn well we don’t talk, Rogers.”

“That’s a shame. Such a good guy.”

“Whoa! Is that the time? We should probably get going!” you said, grabbing Steve’s arm so tight that he winced.

“Yeah, get outta here Rogers!” Carol said. “And don’t be joining any Satanic sex cults, I’m warning you!”

Steve turned to leave the apartment with you still on his arm. You cast a look back at Wanda who was simply beaming, shooing you on until you closed the door behind you.

“What was all that about?” you asked, trying to keep up with Steve as he descended the stairs.

“I know that girl’s dad. Great guy, used to work with Bucky down at the Pen. Played a couple rounds of golf with him. Your roommate’s girlfriend, on the other hand is a bit of a brat.”

“Is it because she’s gay?”

“No! No, no, absolutely not,” Steve began, leaving the building. “It’s because she’s a brat, like I said. Refuses to get a job, takes all of his money, refuses to get along with guys. She’s difficult, you know. And if you ask me, Maximoff should stay away from that one.”

“She never was a great judge of character.”

“Well, she picked a doozie,” he remarked as you walked side by side through the parking lot. “I’m parked just over here.”

Steve popped open the trunk of the car and put your bag in there alongside his while you got inside. “You don’t half pack light,” he quipped.

“I didn’t know what kind of a trip this was gonna be.”

Steve got in beside you and closed the door.

“I mean, was it gonna be some outdoor adventure type of deal, or was it gonna be an r and r thing?” you continued.

Steve turned the engine over. “Well I’m sure you’ve packed for every plausible occasion.”

“I hope so.”

“You excited?” he asked. “I mean, it’s ok if you’re not. They can be a bit much.”

“Well you’re a broken soul and I’m a prude, maybe we need a little loosening up, right?” you said, not so convincingly.

“I thought I was good at loosening you up?”

You turned to look at him, drawing a finger underneath the collar of Steve’s shirt. Pale blue. Chambray. “New shirt?”

“Yeah, you like it? It’s made of boyfriend material,” he said, drawing his hand over his chest.

“It’s a little yacht club, don’t you think?”

Steve turned the radio on and turned it up. “Nope.”

The journey was supposed to take four hours. Steve drove like a maniac though. He effortlessly halved that. A hundred all the way.

Your breakfast was threatening to make an appearance and Steve had just about exhausted every song in existence that predated you by at least a decade. Or at least that’s how it felt. You were quiet up until thick rows of trees lined the road.

“Almost there?”

Steve placed a reassuring hand on your leg, “almost there.”

It was rare for you to leave the city these days and you couldn’t remember the last time you were this far removed from any kind of hustle and bustle. You drank in the sight of the open road and the trees and the midday sun as it burned down from right above. “This place is beautiful,” you said quietly.

“When I’m old, I could see myself living out here.”

“Me too. Nobody could get to me out here.”

“Maybe someday, right?”

“Us in our little cabin, surrounded by your research papers and me with my legion of cats,” you dreamed aloud.

Steve glanced over at you. “Cats?”

“The best pets.”

“You mean dogs, don’t you?”

“Nope. Definitely mean ca-“

“We’re here!” Steve announced, swerving the car along a dirt road to your right.

It was dark, the trees whose branches lashed against the windows of the car afforded you no glimmer of daylight. But there, at the end, was a clearing. With a small log cabin right in the centre. The only signs of life there was the red SUV parked beside the cabin, and the smoke that belched from the chimney on the roof. It was beautiful.

Once the car came to a halt, Steve got out and slung both of your bags over his shoulder. You climbed up the wooden steps together to the door. He knocked three times.

“This place is so pretty,” you whispered to him.

A set of footsteps shuffled towards the door on the other side, getting louder and louder until it opened. Bucky stood in front of you looking flushed and dishevelled, clad in just a towel.

“Hey! We weren’t expecting you for another two hours!”

“Well, we were that excited that we hurried,” Steve said, “looks like you’ve been having a good time without us.”

“It’s not a party until my puny best pal and his young, hot girlfriend show up,” he said, stepping aside, “come on in!”

The living room was stifling; the log fire in the corner raged away making you break into a sweat upon entering. But it was cosy. Minimal but opulent, housing three large chesterfields, assembled around a solid oak coffee table atop a red tartan rug. There was no television, just a drinks cabinet, loaded with every poison you could dream of, and a stag’s head suspended above it. The place looked like heaven.

Natasha sauntered in, wearing a fuzzy white robe, stabbing a mixing rod into a highball glass of muddled mint and lime. “You guys are early,” she said.

“I just said that,” Bucky agreed.

Her normally serious expression broke into a smile as she approached you with open arms. “How you doing, sweetie?”

“A little travel sick, but I’m good,” you replied.

“He drives like an idiot too?” she asked, pulling away from you.

You nodded.

“It’s the same with James,” she said, pointing to Bucky, “must be a guy thing.”

“Maybe.”

“Why don’t you two check out your room, dump your bags. Chill out for a little while and then we can get some serious drinks going?” She suggested, pointing to the short hallway to your left. “It’s the one at the end.”

You looked up at Steve.

“Sounds like a plan,” Steve said, picking up your bags again. “See you later.”

Your room was equally as sparse and extravagant in all the right ways. A plush bed that dwarfed a king size, thick fluffy pillows and a mountain of blankets. Aside from that, there wasn’t much in there, aside from two nightstands, a wardrobe and a window looking out on to the clearing. There was an ensuite too. You wandered through while Steve unpacked.

The bathroom exuded style. Grey and silver furnishings and fixtures set it apart from the rest of the cabin. Bucky and Natasha hadn’t missed a trick with a basket brimming with lotions and potions, and thick, crisp white towels draped over heated rails. Even the most upmarket spas in the city would be pressed to compete with this. Without thinking, you began shedding your clothes. “Steve, I’m just gonna take a shower, ok?”

“Ok! Don’t take too long. I’m gonna need to pee soon.”

He could wait.

You rifled through the goods in the basket of treats. Shower creams, bath milks and body conditioners in every scent imaginable. You opened and sniffed them all. Cinnamon, rose, cherry, mango, lemon, vanilla, lavender… You settled on a simple violet soap in the end and stepped into the cubby in the far left of the room.

Your turned the dial and water came pouring out. Not too cool, not too warm. In fact, this was probably the first time in your life you hadn’t needed to duck out of the line of freezing cold fire. Your shoulders loosened under the steady pressure of the water, and you revelled in the scent of the lather you were working into your skin. You needed a shower like this back home.

You closed your eyes, debating for just a second whether to call on Steve to join you, allowing your hands to wander over your body more freely. Ultimately, you decided against it for now. You could get by on your own. You turned, leaning against the wall, as your hand wandered down between your thighs, your fingers delving gently into your folds. Every drop of water felt like a tiny lightning bolt as it collided with you skin. You sighed quietly, tilting your head back. Bliss.

You could almost feel Steve’s presence looming over you. Your eyes squeezed shut, painting the picture that had taunted you all week. Bent over his desk, exposed and at his mercy. You had failed a test or something - that wasn’t important. He was looming, belt in hand, a stern look on his face. Your sense of dread and excitement mounting as you waited for that first crack against your cold bare skin. Every muscle in your body coiled tightly.

In one fell swoop he brought the strap down. Jolting you forward, making you weak at the knees. You were sure his name escaped your lips a bit too loudly. Someone might have heard.

“You called?”

Your eyes sprung open.

Steve came closer. Now he really was looming over you. “Can I join you?” he whispered, pressing light, delicate kisses along your jaw. “Or is this a private party?”

You couldn’t get a response out before his lips were on your’s; his fingers replacing yours, dancing over your sensitive, swollen clit. His other hand was tangled in your hair, grasping it, pulling you into him. You would have taken the real thing over any fantasy you could conjure up in your head. You were glad he showed up when he did.

You broke the kiss to look him in the eye. Those baby blues of his were dark and deep set, his pupils swimming in a sea of lust. “How long have you been here,” you asked, your voice shaking as Steve’s fingertips continued to tease you.

He nibbled at your ear, stubble grazing at your neck. “Long enough for your to get me this riled up,” he whispered, taking his fingers away from your pussy and wrapping his hand around his cock, slipping it between your lips.

You pulled at his hair, wanting him to look at you again. “You gonna fuck me, Professor Rogers?” you asked, grinding your hips against him.

Steve continued to tease you with long, languid strokes, looking down at you intently. “That depends if you ask nicely princess.”

You turned around to face the wall, bending at the waist to meet Steve’s cock. Playfully swaying your hips from side to side you tried to convince him, “please Professor Rogers, I really need that big, hard cock of yours. Please. I mean how could you possibly resist this? Really?” You couldn’t help but giggle, as those ridiculous words tumbled from your mouth.

Steve saw the funny side too, but not for too long. He grabbed your hips for you to stay still, your skin paling under his grip. That was your cue. It was game on. You reached between your thighs and took his cock in your hand, pressing just the tip against your entrance.

You shivered while he slowly sank into you, clenching at his girth. You could feel Steve exhale as he filled you.

He paused, relishing how tight you were around him, how good you felt, even like this. A little bit lost, even.

Eager for more, you rocked against him, fucking yourself on his cock. “Are you just going to stand there enjoying the view, Professor Rogers, or are you going to fuck me?”

Steve began to move his hips with yours as soon as he heard you speak. He hunched over you slightly, his chest pressed to your back and an arm around your waist, his free hand planted on the wall. He quickened his pace, thrusting into you with an increasing urgency, knocking the air from your lungs. “You like that?” he growled in your ear.

“Yes, Professor Rogers,” you gasped, writhing clumsily beneath him.

Steve grabbed the shower head and trailed the warm jet of water up your thigh, making you squirm even more against his grasp. He made sure to bypass where you really needed it most. Frustrating you. You whined, becoming needy as he fucked you senseless, while denying you of what you wanted. Just that one thing to tip you over the edge.

“Please,” you begged trying to grab the shower head from Steve.

“Please? Please what?” he taunted.

“Please make me come!”

Steve’s thrusts turned to long, devilishly slow strokes as he trained the shower head between your legs. It took your breath away, more and more of your weight resting against Steve’s arm around your waist. “How’s that for you, Princess?” he asked breathlessly, holding on to you.

You were incoherent. Legs shaking, chest heaving, skin flushed. You closed your eyes and let the first wave hit you, crashing through your body until you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer.

Steve wasn’t far behind you. When you came back to your senses, Steve had dropped the shower head and was holding you with both hands, his teeth pressing into your shoulder, growling, telling you just how amazing you felt, shooting ropes of his seed inside you.

You both collapsed to the floor, leaning against the wall. You were still wrapped in Steve’s arms, cheek pressed to his chest. You must have stayed there for another twenty minutes, out of breath and definitely in need of another shower, until the water ran cold.

You and Steve had forgotten all about Bucky and Natasha and their plans for the weekend in the cabin. Maybe this trip wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

#steve rogers x reader #professor!steve #buckynat is real here #college AU

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Dad reflexes

It was like a war was in full swing when he arrived. All around him pirate and marine clashed, sword against sword, bullet against bullet and in a few cases fist against fist.

Boats were docked along a bank, pirate flags sailing through the air- the proud sign of the Whitebeards against a stormy sky. men pouring out from each ship running along the ground with mighty cries. They resembled human tides, especially as they broke apart once hit with an another human tide all wearing the white and blue of the marines.

He scratched his head. What was going on? Where was his son? Had it not worked?

Then his eyes landed on a figure crying on an execution stand and he saw red.

The day Portgas D Ace was going to be executed turned out to be the darkest day in marine history. Many of the marines felt it was wrong to kill the man due to his blood and not his crimes but for the name of justice, they kept their mouths shut.

They knew Whitebeard would show up. Knew he would bring all his allies and throw a full-fledged war to get his second commander back.

They were prepared for it.

They were prepared when the forty-three subordinate crew ships first arrived.

They were prepared when the pirates first struck.

They were prepared for the Whitebeard’s commanders strength

Hell, they were surprised when that crazy Straw hat brat fell from the sky but they were prepared.

They speed up the execution time just to make sure the Gol D. bloodline would never see the light of day again. Then that voice rung out, louder than the sounds of war.

“I thought you were a man of your word Sengoku?”

At once everyone on the battlefield froze in horror as a man wearing a red coat casually strolled towards the fleet admiral, a wide smile on his face. If it wasn’t for the wild and dangerous gleam in his eyes, one would think he was peaceful.

Even if men fell at his feet.

Councour Haki was rolling off him in waves knocking both pirate and marine alike if they stood too close. Some that were old enough to have fought him, felt the horrible sense of deja vu, watching as he took out large parts of both armies like it was nothing.

One particular officer, Tommy, fell to his knees clutching the cross around his neck. He was nothing but a cabin boy all those years ago, on that fateful day, when his commanding officer had tried to capture the man.

It was a slaughter. His whole unit wiped out in seconds, mercilessly and painfully while the target had laughed through it all. He never believed in demons until he saw one with his own eyes at the age of fifteen.

Tommy gulped as the man’s strong gaze fell on him. Again his lips were stretched into a wide grin, almost like he was fighting laughter. Just like that day.

Almost like he was hypnotized he whispered the monster’s name. In his stage of shock, he didn’t realize his voice carried, as no one, not even the wind dared to make a sound “Gol D. Roger.”

The late- he’s dead, he should be dead!- Pirate King’s grin stretched even bigger, his famous mustache jumping with the action. Roger winked at Tommy (taunting him) but walked right past the shaking man without a backward glance.

The pirate Kings’ haki slamming into him not a moment later.

The marine had only a few seconds of relief before his world turned black and he fell unconscious, grateful he would not have to see that monster kill everyone again.

One trama was enough, thank you.

“If you come peacefully Roger, I will make sure no harm ever comes to them. Were those not your words Sengoku?” Roger inquired, with a cheerful little hum. If they paid close attention they could heart the threat edged into his words. “Let us make your death a public example, your crew and family would never be touched. Was that not the deal we made? I’m disappointed. Why don’t you, come down here to have a chat about breaking one’s word yeah?”

Akainu jumped down from his chair, lava dripping from his arm as he launched a surprise attack aimed at the back of the Pirate King. Roger tsked while tilting his head, looking up at the admiral with a frown.

The lava man’s eyes burn with hate. “Gol D. Roger! In the name of Absolute Justice, I will-”

The next second he was sent flying, slamming through the stone wall they had trapped the pirates within. He landed in the sea with a large splash as the wall collapsed. No one even saw the King move.

“Shut up kid. Adults are talking.” Roger said waving his hand in the general direction Akainu landed. If wasn’t the fact that his leg was still in the air no one would know he had kicked him, in what could have been his chest.

(Gol D Roger was short. How could they forget how tiny he was? After all it had been something that baffled many. How could something so small hold such strength?)

Roger fixed his coat, mumbling about “Kids these days. No respect.” before his eyes turn up , locking with three wide and shocked ones. His smile noticeable warms when he looks at Ace, staring at him with love and curiosity.

The young man looks torn but eventually glares down at him. Roger chuckles “Got your mom’s spunk son. Rouge would be proud.”

New tears fill Ace’s eyes and he bites his lip. Roger’s expression warms again, softly staring at him.

The look is gone in a flash as he levels a hard disappointed glare on Garp. The other man flinches back, lowering his head in shame. Roger’s smile turns sharp, accusation licking every part of it. “Been a good grandpa for my boy, like you promised you would Garp?”

The way the Hero shakes is an answer enough.

Sengoku, the fleet admiral, looked pale staring horrified at the figure getting closer and closer. “Y-you...how are you here!?”

“Oh, you know. Us dads have reflexes for our kids when they're in danger.”Roger laughs cracking his neck.His hands are balling, and the ever-present smile he wore, even to the last minute of his life, is gone.

In its place is a sneer so terrifying many of the young turn tail and run. Regardless of which side they are on. “Mine just so happen to involve a special stone that lets me come back when promises are broken. Hand over my son you lying snake. I’m going to gut you and some bitch named Sabo for taking my Ace’s first kiss.”

(Somewhere in the world, a blond feels a shiver run down his spine. Filled with dread, he looks over his shoulder as if the devil himself was after him. His brown haired comrade looks at him in worry but he waves her off. They had a mission to complete.)

Roger’s eyes landed on the First Commander of the Whitebeards as the stunned crowd tries to understand the back-from-the-grave- man’s priorities. The blond man flinched at the glare in a normally friendly- it had been some years but Roger looked the same as the day he died.

His face paled as the D.’s eyes turn murderous. “Don’t think I don’t know about you, Marco. How fucking dare you touch my baby.”

Then the Pirate King jumped into battle and everything went to hell.

The world was not prepared for the return of the Pirate King nor were they prepared for his overprotective tendencies about his sons. Turns out that Monkey D. Luffy was officially adopted into the Gol family after Ace proclaimed him his bother.

Oh and he’s apparently been watching over Ace from the day he was born and did not approve of his boyfriend- Marco the Phoenix better fucking run- or his first crush- the same blond from before shivers again.

The darkest day in Marine history was the day Gol D Roger took his first breath twenty years after his death.

#MarcoAceSabo #Dad reflexes Au #This was supposed to be serious #But then it turn into crack #Roger is back #And he's overprotective of Ace #Just a Wip

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Radio Head - Ch. III (Scary Halloween!!!) Trinity Blood RAM 5

Hi everybody! I wish You a Scary Halloween! Here is the next part of Radio Head in english. (Trintiy Blood - RAM 5 by Sunao Yoshida, Illustration by Thores Shibamoto). (For german please ask me). It fits very well to Halloween since there is a ghost and one of the main characters die. Guess who. ;) Duh! Enjoy! Radio Head - Prologue Radio Head - Chapter I Radio Head - Chapter II

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Chapter III

“What a trouble, Louis… to bring out of land military secrets of our army arbitrarily.”

“Lieu…Lieutenant Claude Garneau …!”

Turning toward the man with the scar on his face and catching sight of the armed men who raised the muzzles of each weapon in the background, the face of Dupree became white like paper. He gasped and opened his thin lips.

“As expected, the pursuer was you, bastard, right Claude….?”

“Lord Lieutnant!”

The man with the scar who has was addressed as Claude turned to the big man who was running over. To be exact it was the man who was yelling at the parent and the child on the deck a just a little while ago.

“The installation of the explosives to the engine section is completed!”

“Thank you for your hard work Sergeant! Well then, contact the airship. Put this monster into the cabin. When it’s done we will withdraw.”

“Roger that.”

“Explosive in the engine section, ... ... hmm, to destroy evidences?”

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The one who sighed briefly while watching the huge man salute and dart off wasn’t the man with the scar. Until then with his both hands obediently raised ‘Magician’ coughed with the facial expression of a scientist lost in thought.

“It’s a truly bold thing to blow off this ship along with 100 crew members and passengers….Is this prototype thing that much important for France’ army?”

“…..What?”

This time it was the man with the scar who sighted briefly. At the same time he signalized to the vivid subordinates in the background to hold back and turned with sharp gaze to the black haired gentleman who shook his head amazed.

“What the hell do you want to say you bastard? What do you know about it?”

“Actually, I don’t really know anything about it. But only by logically inference from given information…you aren’t pirates or something like this. You are from French army, moreover the gentlemen over there are special forces trained for advanced combat, right? I guess the purpose is to get back this combat vehicle prototype and to capture Dr. Dupree.”

"Magician" answered very polite and defies of the stabbing hostility toward him he showed no fear.

“Incidentally, for the question why do you pretend to pirates: ’Bachelor’s Pride’ is Albion’s ship. Moreover, we are here on the territorial waters of Germanicus. Even if you are about to recover your country's military secret, the France authorities have no right to stop this ship for on-the-spot investigation. Accordingly you disguised as pirates ... … Am I right? “That’s right.”

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As much more in order to show his admiration ---- scarface, Claude snorted. While walking towards the black haired “Magician”, indeed, he kindly smiled.

“What a pity.[1] I wanted to avoid taking the lives of individual citizens, if it’s possible.”

A heavy gunshot overlapped with a splashing and damp sound ---- at the same time, on the forehead with a small gunshot wound the dead body of “Magician” was crashing down to the floor like a puppet suddenly cut off from the string. His brain together with the blood plasma was clinging on the wall; moreover it flowed then slowly to the floor.

“Yi…yikes! Clau…Claude, you have…!

“It’s like he said, Louis.”

While the face of Dupree – who was about to faint because of the tragedy happened right before his eyes – was reflected in the gloomy / dull eyes[2], scareface added with a melancholic look.

“If our identity becomes public, our country gets serious problems, so we have to solve the problem before that happens.

“……Tsk. “Magician, pointy-headed as ever.”

From the environment of the corpse laying on the floor a red pool of blood was rapidly spreading out. “Puppeteer” looked down on the dead body in pain[3] - the puddle of blood twitched time to time short[4] - and pouted.

Each time, if the story gets interesting he pushes the troublesome things completely to me. And then he himself is watching it from the distance ……….. a truly pleasant personality, what!

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“By the way, Lieutenant, what should we do with this little brat here?” The young man grumbling with displeasure written on his face felt a hard object pressed against his back. The man who was asking for instructions aimed the muzzle of a shotgun at the heart of “Puppeteer”.

“He seems to be a computer programmer but it looks like he is not armed. Shall we and interrogate him later?” “We take no prisoners.”

The answer of the man with the scar on his face to the other was short. He looked at the young man and at the open container and shook cold his head.

“Get rid of him, sergeant. Do not leave any witnesses.”

“Oh dear....... I knew it would come to this.” - “Puppeteer” muttered together with a sigh, however there was a secret joy in his eyes. It seemed it has come finally to an interesting development. He instantly moved his thin fingers slightly in order to try to bury his threads into the back of that Dummkopf[5]---- but in this moment...

<<Kill...>>

The hoarse voice was faint and weak, but everybody on the scene turned around like a windstorm. From the shadows of the many wooden boxes emerged a wavering ghostlike figure ----- and it wasn’t a man. But a woman wearing a snow-white dress.

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<<Please…kill….me….kill…Claude…>>

“That’s ….impossible, Francoise! You! You should be dead!

Except “Puppeteer” everyone had the eyes wide open and stared at the woman who was breathing barely moving her pale lips. However, the most shattered among them were the man with the scar on his face, Claude, who was till then calm holding his machine gun, and Dupre who was still pale because of the death of “Magician”.

“This can not be….Francoise, ….you can not be here!”

“What…what is this Louis?! Francoise died in the car surely…how on earth can she be alive?”

Claude yelled at the middle-aged man who was screaming sharply. Literally, his gasped like someone who saw a living dead.

“That’s true. She was supposed to be dead at that time…. brake failure in a curve…how can she be alive again?!

<<Kill…me….kill…Louis….Claude…..>>

The white women got closer and with a tottering movement closer like a marionette, meanwhile the men raised their voice in fear. The violet lips kept on grumbling with a husky voice like a broken gramophone.

<<Ki, kill….me….Claude, please….>>

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„Sta-, stay away….Don’t come closer”

Claude's eyes widened by fear when he saw the women approaching with opened arms as she wanted to embrace a beloved person. He shouted and threw a lot of spittle from his mouth.

“Do-, don’t come any closer! I, I was wrong….therefore, stay away.”

“Sto-, stop it, Claude!”

At the instant, the two men moved exactly at the same time. Claude pulled out his pistol and pointed the muzzle without hesitating; right before that Dupree jumped out – gunshot.

“My wife….”

His glasses cracked, slipped to the floor and broke. However he seemed not to mind it, the middle aged man turned around / looked over his shoulder. While regurgitation of blood from his ruptured heart spilled over from his mouth, he slowly collapsed.

“Please, my wife...”

“—Come here, Madame!“

Before the eyes of Claude who was still keeping his handgun dumbfounded, „Puppeteer” pulled the hand of the woman and yelled.

“Get here, quickly!”

“N-no, don’t let them escape! Shoot them to death!”

As “Pupeteer” heard from the corner the angry voice of the giant sergeant who finally came to his senses, he gave the command to his “fibers”. The sergeant lifted slightly the muzzle of his gun ----- but as he pulled the trigger, his gun was aimed at the man standing next to the certain soldier. His head was turned into a spurt of blood and it was blown away.

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„Wha…What?!“

„Puppeteer“ rushed out of the hold meanwhile behind them screams full of panic and wrath raised. At the same time, he held the icy white hand; ran up quickly the stairs to the deck then continued running to the ship's side. After all, from the beginning those guys intend to clean up this ship with all his passengers. Otherwise they unlikely would operate that openly so far. In that case let's get out of here quickly ----

“…uhh?”

When he finally reached the long side of the ship, “Puppeteer”’s steps suddenly stopped. Until just a little while ago lifeboats were arranged in a line; now not a single one remained.

“This is strange….where are they gone?”

“….as for the lifeboats: we disposed all of them.”

There was a merciless voice in the background, reminiscent of a hunter pointing the muzzle of his gun on the cornered prey. The noise of approaching military shoes and metallic sound of loading bullets overlapped.

“In an exterminating war it is an established tactic to cut off the retreat of the enemy….well then boy, hand me over that woman.”

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Claude held his military pistol in his hands and looked back cynically at the young man who grimaced mockingly with his lips. With one hand he still grasped the arm of the woman while he was combing his hairs back which were fallen down on his forehead.

“This is strange! I was sure, that you[6] were chasing us for finish her off…. In any case, she is also the proof of your murder, right? She is just a pitiful victim, who was dragged into your attempt to kill Dr. Dupree pretending a car accident. But even so, you do not intend to kill her here. You, does it mean you like her? I wonder if you have fall in love secretly with the wife of a friend.

“….What?”

The muzzle - which didn’t even make a fine movement till then - was trembling violently by the words of the young man. The facial expression of Claude - which filled out his whole face and till then reminiscent of a sculpture of steel - was now distorted by the strong consternation.

“Are you saying that ... you bastard, what did Louis told to you?”

“Particularly nothing….it was merely a trick questioning. Really? It seems to be the case, that I was right.”

While releasing his threads from his fine shivering fingertips into the air, which were invisible for the eyes, “Puppeteer” made a mischievous smile. At the same time he pointed his chin at the women who was expressionless muttering something continuously.

“Earlier I have heard the discussion between you and the doctor: it sounded a little bit strange, isn't that so? You(?) said: “brake failure in a curve” and that she died at the accident, right? However in the newspaper that I have read was written that the cause of the accident was falling asleep at the wheel. At the end nobody knew about the brake failure. If there were someone who knew it, can be only someone who has manipulated the vehicle..... Lieutenant, you are the one who killed her, am I right?” Page 223

“That’s not true! That was indeed an unfortunate accident!”

Claude roared with a hoarse voice at the young man with a charming smile who was denouncing him. His finger on the trigger trembled violently while he shouted.

“The one I wanted to kill was actually Louis! While he used his position to take Francoise from my hand, and when they got married, he didn’t even pay attention to her….this scum!”

“But unfortunately it wasn’t Dr. Dupree but his wife who was caught up in the accident you arranged.” – as if he would lament the young man shook his head. On the brink of death he didn’t seem to care about his own life, but he licked slightly his lips showing a big interest in the love-and-hatred-drama before his eyes.

“Even though you did not free your lover from an unhappy marriage but you managed accidentally kill her, is it right Lieutenant Garneau?”

“I told you I didn’t kill her! It was just an unfortunate accident... besides isn’t that so that Francoise is here alive?

However his voice was trembling by the strong emotions the muzzle of Claude’s gun captured with reliability the “Puppeteer”. He shook his head with the scar furiously and screamed:

“Come on little brat, give her to me! As long as she is safe I will spare your life!”

“As long as she is safe? Ah, that statement is a bit irrational, isn’t it?”

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“What? What do you mean by that?”

“As I told you before. Because she is already…dead.” – while “Puppeteer” was speaking he pulled vigorously the sleeve of the woman's coat. Together with a shrill sound her coat was burst open. What underneath the coat Claude was catching sight of made him step back and his scarface distort.

“Wha ... what the hell is this?”

“Indeed, it seems like Dr. Dupree was a genius. ….. He has really been able to resurrect the dead. "

Beneath the dangled coat filled with plenty of coolant, there was a woman's white body prepared with wires, pipes and mechanical parts with unknown purpose sewed on in a complex shape. “Puppeteer” eyed it with a mischievous smile. While he was observing everything accurately, from the sliced left side of her chest, where inside a glass bottle filled with a green liquid her heart was beating, to the back of her neck, where countless electrodes were implanted directly in her broken cervical spine, he spoke with compassion in his voice to the man whom face was looking like he would vomit outright.

“And, Dr. Dupree's love for his wife seems to has been very sincere, no matter what form she has. He wanted at any rate to bring her back to life.... although she seems not to share the opinion of her husband coming back to this world.

"And, Dr. Dupree's love for her seems to be very sincere, no matter what she looks like, he just wanted to give her life back ... ... of course, his wife doesn’t seem like her husband Want to return to their own ah ... ... "

<< Kill me… >>

Her lips violet as a result of the preservative flowing in the blood vessels, she was uttering the same words.

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In the pupils of her wide open eyes which were starring into the void without a blink the face of Claude distorted by fear was reflecting like in a dark mirror.

<<It‘s cold ...... here ... ... cold ... ... please ... kill ... ... somebody ... kill me ...... >>

“Impossible…”

Claude stood for a moment like petrified by the daze in front of the women who was repeating the same wards to the void again and again, so that he forgot the existence of “Puppeteer” and his had with the gun was trembling violently ----

“Cr!..Craaaap!”

The angry roar like of a beast overlapped with the heavy gunshots. Countless bullets skewered the living dead body. At the same time was the head torn off from the body and a sound of humid slapping onto the wall was to hear.

<< to die ... already ... to die finally ... Lou ... >>

“Francoise....”

The sound of the head rolling on the deck became bit by bit quieter. Claude who looked like he became dozens of years older was staring at it. Finally as the sound was no longer to hear he whispered with a face like of a dead:

“No matter what you say, I loved her. I didn’t want to hand over her to anyone..... especially not to such a person like Louis ... .... if I gave her to him... ... then, ....... I've done the right thing.... ...”

“Wow! What an impressive conviction..... well, whatever you think, everyone is selfish, though, don’t you think?”

Giving the weak man a glance of disgust “Puppeteer” coldly turned away.

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At the very end he got his fun he wanted but even so it wasn’t enough for him. So he accelerated the pace to leave the scene of the tragedy quickly.

“Wait ... ...didn’t I told you? Bastard you won’t escape!”

Behind the back of the young man who just started to walk away came the sound of lifting the hammer of the gun. As he turned around he saw the face of man became like a demon lifting the muzzle.

„… Do you mistake your enemy with your gun? If you want to blow away something lieutenant, then blow away your own head.

“Yeah, I will do that, right after yours.” – replied the soldier very seriously to the young man who was bored shrugging his shoulders. He declared with a confidence as if he were absolutely sure he is doing the right:

“For Francoise got her peace that way before, I have to protect her honor. Moreover, I can’t let anybody who saw XAM alive anyway.”

“Oh dear...what a big trouble, absolutely.”

Deeply astonished about the selfish opinion of the other party “Puppeteer” scratched his head. It is said that people who poke their nose into another's love affairs are fools. It seemed really stupid thing to interfere.

“It can't be helped. Well then, I will play a little bit. Really, of all people why….uhh?!”

“Lieut… Lieutenant!”

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From the deck thundering footsteps and hoarse voices made “Puppeteer” stop his Hand. He turned around and saw the aforementioned giant sergeant as he came agitated running over. The “fibers” inside his body should have dissolved completely just a little while ago, but his complexion was pale like that of a corpse. He was followed by several bloodstained soldiers but their even more pale faces were distorted with fear.

“Lieutenant! Te…Terrible! Th…th…th…that thing began to move on its own! The troops of Henry and Jean are annihilated….”

“What are you talking about?”

Claude turned around not even trying to hide his grim expression. Perplexed by the fact that soldiers can lose self-control like this he yelled at his gasping and complaining subordinates:

“Whether or not, report more accurately, sergeant! What is it?”

“It…it’s the XAM!”

“What…?”

The officer with astonishment was still about to get a detailed report but suddenly a thunderous sound from underneath interrupted his words ----- however perhaps it wasn’t necessary any more at all because the object which was breaking through the deck was exactly the thing he wanted to get the report about.

“I..i...i..XAM...why?”

(End of Part III)

[1] Referring to that what he is forced to do now.

[2] I don’t know if it means the eyes of Isaak or Dupree.

[3] 悩ましげ - http://tangorin.com/general/%E6%82%A9%E3%81%BE%E3%81%97%E3%81%92

[4]痙攣 – cramp, spasm

[5] = pinhead (written in German in the Japanese Original)

[6]君(きみ) – in this case (young to an older person or to a superior) it is seen as rude – Dietrich uses 君 to Isaak either

#trinity blood #Sunao Yoshida #Thores Shibamoto #kiyo kyujyo #kiyo qjo #manga #anime #light novel #fandom #Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer #Dietrich von Lohengrin #rco #rosencreutz orden

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inheritance

idk i was in a weird mood tonight yall, sorry. Here there be sad.

Ace pulls his hand away from his mouth and rubs it on his shorts without looking. “Call,” he says. “And no, I’ve never played poker before.”

“Sure you haven’t,” Atmos says, throwing down his cards in disgust. “Fold.”

Ace hums happily and all eyes move to Rakuyo, who’s chewing on his lip. Rakuyo looks up at Ace, back to his cards, and then huffs. “Got nothing,” he says, tossing his own cards, and Ace beams and collects the pot.

“You’ve obviously played poker before,” Thatch complains, gathering the cards up again. “You’re way too good at it.”

“Beginner’s luck?” Ace says with a little grin, then plants both hands on the table and stands up. “And on that note, I’m leaving before I run out of it.”

Rakuyo makes a grumbling noise and Atmos gathers up the remains of his winnings. Thatch bridges the cards and glances up at Ace, who’s still leaning on the table. “You okay there, champ?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Thanks for the game, guys!” He turns and brings up his hand, shoulders shaking just a bit, and Thatch frowns.

“Hey, you fleeced us; you don’t get to laugh at us, too!” he calls after him, and Ace just swings out his hand in vague acknowledgement and meanders on.

“Ugh,” says Atmos. “I’m never playing with him again. I can’t tell when he’s bluffing.”

“I think he’s always bluffing,” Thatch says sourly. “Another hand, gentlemen?”

Marco rests his chin in his hand as he watches Ace swallow yet another roast whole. “How does he do that, yoi?”

Thatch shakes his head. “If you find out, please don’t ever tell me.”

“Ish goud,” Ace says, or something like it, and then promptly chokes.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Jozu says, pushing over his mug.

Ace coughs, downs the mug, and then coughs some more “Ugh,” he says, leaning over the table and leaning heavily on his elbows. “Ow. That was nasty.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Jozu repeats, and takes his empty mug back.

“Right, right,” Ace says, wiping his palms on his shorts beneath the table.

Marco sighs. It’s not the first time Ace has done this and it won’t be the last. Still, he watches carefully as Ace goes back to eating, starting slowly before ramping back up. It’s been happening more recently, that talking-with-the-mouth-full thing, and if it means that Ace is finally relaxed enough around them to do it, then he can put up with the occasional drink theft, he supposes.

Ace hums a lot, Namur notices. He can’t help but notice, because Ace likes to perch on the railings and scramble up the rigging and generally be everywhere on deck at once.

“What’s that you’re humming?” he asks. It sounds familiar, like a distant memory.

“Hmm?” Ace looks down from the rigging he’s halfway up, then leans out to spit over the side. “Oh, the song? Dunno. Picked it up somewhere in Paradise. Something about an elf knight and a lady.Why, you know it?”

“Nah,” Namur says. “Sounds familiar, is all. Why don’t you sing it? You used to sing a lot.”

Ace shrugs, letting his weight spin him around the rigging. “Dunno the words,” he says. Then he grins, bright and wide. “Why, you wanna make some up? Do a duet?”

Namur scoffs. “Like hell, brat,” he says.

“Riiight,” Ace drawls, swings back around again. “Last time you tried to sing for everyone, you got thrown overboard. I forgot.”

Namur does not for one instant believe that Ace forgot, so he just scowls. “It’s not my fault that you don’t recognize the beauty of fishmen’s songs--hey! Hey brat! Get back here!”

“What’s that?” Haruta asks, plopping down next to Ace.

Ace’s shoulders go stiff and his fist clenches around the bundle of fabric. “Nothing.”

Haruta eyes him. “You’re a bad liar,” she tells him fondly.

Ace tilts his head and side-eyes her. “Yeah, but you’re not supposed to call me out on it.”

“I will always call you out on it,” she promises, then promptly reconsiders. “Unless it’s for a good reason. Or funny. Or to my benefit. Or--”

Ace laughs at her and bumps her shoulder with his own. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Hey, what did you want me for?”

Nothing, really, but he’d been sitting there all hunched up and she’d walked by and been unable to help herself. Not that she’s gonna tell him that, though; she’s a much better liar than he is. “I just wanted to tell you something. Did you ever hear about the time Thatch set his hair on fire?”

Ace’s eyes sharpen and he twists his whole body around to face her fully. “Tell me,” he demands.

“I love how much you love gossip,” she sighs, the ruffles his hair. He frowns but lets her, so she tells him the whole sordid tale and it’s almost all true.

“Hey, Fossa?” Ace calls, voice echoing off the pipes. “You in here?”

Fossa manages something back that’s generally affirmative but wildly mangled, so he finishes tightening the bolt, spits out the wrench, and tries again. “Yeah!”

Ace ducks around and into sight. “Hey,” he says, eyes darting everywhere. “Whatcha doing?”

Fossa gets the last bolt in place and starts spinning it down too. “Routine maintenance,” he says, then walks the wrench around through his fingers. “Something I can do for you?”

“Marco sent me to tell you that Pops wants to have a meeting tonight,” Ace says. He reaches out to touch a pipe running horizontally by. “Huh. Is that supposed to be that hot?”

“Yup,” Fossa says, dropping the wrench and stretching out. Too much time all crammed in like that sure did a number on your posture. “It runs from the hydroelectric reservoir to the reserve tank, so it’s hot from the steaming.”

“Steam?” Ace asks, trying to track the pipe through the maze. “When is it steam?”

Fossa props one hand on his hip and looks at Ace. The kid is peering into the room, reaching out his arms for balance.There’s a red smudge on his palm where he touched the pipe, and Fossa frowns. His division’s been slacking on the cleaning if there’s rust in places. Ace does seem genuinely curious, though, so he nods. Meeting’s not til tonight anyway, Ace had said. That’s about enough time for a crash course.

“C’mere,” he says, stepping back into the maze of pipes. “I’ll show ya.”

“Cool!” Ace says and clambers after him, kicking a vertical pipe and causing a loud clang. Curious the kid may be, but graceful he was not.

Whitebeard looks around at the table. Six chairs on either side, and each of them full. It’s a nice sight.

“I’ve called this meeting,” he says, “to check in on everyone and to see how Ace is settling in with his division.”

His newest Commander goes stiff in his seat, and Whitebeard grins at him. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’m sure you’re doing well!”

Ace coughs a few times into his hand and looks away.

Marco sighs and nods at Whitebeard.. “He’s making friends. The more he relaxes, the more the men trust him. The Divison’s morale is very high, yoi.”

Haruta adds, “He’s being very active about seeking out information on his position and figuring out what he should be doing, and who he needs to learn that from.”

“I can attest to that,” Fossa says. “Kid’s smart. Willing to learn and asks the right questions.”

“He cheats at cards,” Rakuyo throws in, arms crossed. There’s a moment, and he looks up to see everyone looking back. “What? He does!”

“Do you?” Blamenco asks, leaning in.

All eyes land on Ace, who promptly flushes. “I--” he says. “Look, okay, I count cards, sure, but I don’t cheat!”

“He’s a bad liar,” Haruta adds, and Ace looks down and goes redder. “It’s really cute when he tries, though.”

“I can too lie!” Ace yells, surging to his feet. “I lie all the time!”

“See?” Haruta says. “Adorable.”

Juzo puts a hand on his shoulder. “But of a temper,” he says to the table at large, “but overall he settled in just fine.”

Ace collapses back into his chair, fuming, and Whitebeard laughs. “I’m glad you’re happy in our family,” he says.

Whitebeard keeps his eyes on Ace, who looks up at him slowly. He nods and says, “I’m proud of you, son,” and Ace achieves a red he never has before, spreading splotchily down his neck and over his collarbones.

“Th--thanks,” he says, and his chest flutters oddly with his breath, one hand clapped to his side. “I don’t know--”

Whitebeard waits, but that appears to be it. “Thank you, Ace,” he says. “Keep up the good work! Meeting dismissed!”

Everyone wants to stop and congratulate him, and he smiles with his mouth closed and keeps his measured, rocking gait all the way to his Commander’s cabin.

The second the door’s bolted behind him, he dashes for the sink and his fingers dig into the edges as he heaves.

The awful tickle in his lungs doesn’t ever stop anymore, and once he starts coughing, he has to keep going until he’s sore with it. He tries to muffle the sound with his hand but all he does is get blood everywhere.

When it finally runs out, he’s left weak and panting. His face in the mirror is pale and sweaty and he can’t stand the bright sheen to his eyes.

Worst of all, there’s a small stabbing pain starting low on his side. He knows what that means. He read Roger’s journal; he knows the progression of this disease.

“Shit,” he says. There’s still blood on his teeth and the taste never leaves his mouth these days. “I thought I’d have more time.”

#portgas d. ace #whitebeard pirates #angst i guess #sometimes i worry i'm too subtle?#but i wanted a gentle kind of sad tonight and roger did have that disease #idk man #answer in the form of a story #even though literally no one asked for this

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