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multifunctionalnitroglycerin · 2 months

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Leona and Diana Old Lore / New Lore. My take on it

Okay so, I am relatively new to the League community, with barely three years under my belt, but lore is one of the things that interest me the most about it. And well, the dynamic between Sun and Moon coded characters is one I never pass up in exploring. Leodia is arguably my favorite ship from League, but it's mostly the idea of it, with recent executions leaving me feel kinda... meh.

So apart from probably having read every single half decent fic under the Leona/Diana tag on Ao3, I have scourged the internet for their lore and have come across quite a few references of their old one. Never found the complete thing though. And possibly unpopular opinion, I like it better than their current one.

That is not to say that the old lore is any sort of masterpiece, and people could argue that it doesn't set them up to be lovers, but I think with a little bit of tweeking it can become really good. Many of my ideas are inspired from a fic I probably read like 2 years ago, also features an OC named Helena and has a side of Riven's inner struggle, Riven and Diana friendship and Rivelia. (I cannot for the life of me remember the name, I apologise)

My problem with the New Lore mostly, is that it's vanilla for a mountain of warriors and *cultists* it feels almost like High School AU but try to fit it into League, and yeah it's not it for me. Also the co-dependence of their ascension, and just Leona's whole thing kinda sucks. Like I can see how people might see it as romantic and poetic and whatever, that they ascended at the same time and Leona followed Diana up the mountain to keep her safe etc. etc. but that's kinda glossing over some issues especially with Leona's character.

Now the new take on Leona's character is really interesting, and a complete 180 from the old lore and actually the idea isn't so bad, if they ACTUALLY DID ANYTHING WITH IT. Now as a person that definitely doesn't overanalyze literature and fictional characters for fun, Leona's new lore is such an interesting take and could be taken many directions if someone chose to explore it and go a bit deeper that "genocidal close-minded bigot".

At first read Leona is really just that. She does what she is told no hesitation, no questions asked and turns on Diana also no questions asked. But let's take it a bit deeper shall we?

I have no intention to make it as though Leona holds no blame for her actions or that she is a paragon of virtue, cause she is not. But if we dive in her story a bit more we could perhaps understand how she came to be what she is. Because under no circumstance do I think she is that daft. Especially if she was with Diana for years. Some of that curiosity must have rubbed off on her. Then again she could have just ignored everything Diana said about the Moon and her research. I guess we'll never know.

I do not intent to ramble about Leona in this post. But I'll give you some clues as to why her backstory and the whole Targonian premise is important. She is born practically into a cult, or well a religion with really strict and particular disciplines. So already an environment with very particular ideas and particular ways to enforce them. She is the daughter of two really strict and proud parents in said cult, who seem to care more abt her achievements and punishments than anything (Grade A parenting), - She doesn't even send them that letter in the end - and she is the golden child of the Solari. So what do we have in our hands? An affection starved perfectionist suffering from gifted child expectations. NOw take that and put it in the Solari premise of religious fanatism and voila!

(I will probably at some point make a separate post abt this, because I really took a deep dive in Leona's character when writing my Ruination fic - that I wont ever post anywhere probably - and I have a LOT to say)

So in the old Lore the Rakkori are the warriors and defenders of the mountain, a bit heavy on the bloodthirsty side though, hence the right of Kor. A coming of age ritual battle to the death. (What else could it be). Leona being the only one that refuses to kill her opponent and friend, is sentenced to be executed, but before the execution could be carried out, she is claimed by the Golden Sister as the Sun aspect with a beam of golden light.

I feel that Leona's ascension in particular is really important in the old Lore, because in such a warlike culture she was rewarded for showing mercy. She was chosen because she chose mercy over mindless slaughter. Something that could potentially be really important later on, in a mountain where half its indigenous people have slaughtered the other half??

Point 1 I like from the old lore: The Sun chose Leona because she was merciful. (Or had a semblance of a moral compass)

Moving forward the lines kinda blur for Diana, mostly cause I am not sure what I remember is actual lore and what is related to that magnificent fic.

Her curious truth-searching nature is ever present. She discovers hidden texts, burned pages and embarks on a journey of knowledge that leads her to climb the mountain. Only she is in the company of an elderly woman I think? Anyhow, she finds - is lead to - an alcove, an old temple and the relics of the Moon Aspect. Overjoyed at her findings she dons the armor takes it all down to the elders, they call her a heretic, brand her, and intent to kill her, when she begs the Moon for help and ascends. Either her or the moon blast kills every elder in the room she gets blamed either way, and the chase begins.

Diana is at her core an academic and a researcher, that researches. She has her Indiana Jones moment in the mountain and there is a process a ritual to it, instead of I just climbed up saw unimaginable terrors and now I am the aspect of the Moon (over-simplified I know. The climb judges worthiness). There is something about her checking old dusty books, and deciding to brave the climb looking for answers. About her choosing to be helpful -kinda as a mirror to Leona sparing her opponent, Diana, the one that keeps to herself - apart from when arguing abt academics and scriptures consciously engages with and helps a stranger, guiding them up the mountain and helping them along the way when the trip became too arduous.

Point 2 I like from the old lore: The ritual of the process in Diana's research and ascension and the mirroring with Leona, minor though it is, that they ascended - sooner or later - after an act of kindness that contradicted what would have been expected of them.

Point 3 I like from the old lore: The brand. Like it just adds another layer to Diana's character. And is a much better explanation for its presence than Moon magic. Also the amount of complications this act has, its just delicious. I mean THE DRAMA. and ofc THE TRAUMA. I don't think she'd go near a fire for months.

Point 3 I like from the old lore: The independence of the ascensions. It gives us the chance to see them grow and evolve as their own people before the thread of fate that binds them together appears. We get to see one without the other, and that would later make their dynamic more interesting.

But How are Leona and Diana connected?

In the old lore they aren't. I think. Leona is like a blood hound that needs to kill the heretic.

In the fic, Leona's dad was one of the guards in the room when Diana ascended and was killed, which in the context of the story adds a layer of betrayal between them, as up to that point they were lovers. And you know what, I really like that idea. And I was thinking that perhaps we could try to get the best of both worlds. Though it might be difficult to fully develop the idea.

Lore Idea:

So the Rakkor ans the Solari are different factions. Solari = priesthood, Rakkor = Warriors. Leona's family are Rakkori, and they are simple people, her father works as a guard for the Solari Temple, something that is considered a bit of an honor despite that fact that the factions don't rly see eye to eye about everything. Right of Kor happens when they are around 15 (Yes I want to traumatize a bunch of teenagers that train to fight, kill and defend since they could walk) and Leona's story proceeds as we know it. She then gets taken to the Solari temple to be educated in their way and train to become the figurehead of their faith. (Like that Leona has already had the chance to develop some critical thinking, and to experience sth different.)

She gets there and all the acolytes younger and older look at her starry eyed, because the elders told them so and because they see her like a bit of a Messiah. (Plus I doubt a bunch of scrawny academics and priests to be have seen anyone their age with that musculature). All of them apart from Diana, who as always isn't particularly impressed by the paragon in training of the Solari faith.

Leona is relieved to get some normal person treatment, even if it is from the broody girl with her nose in a book half the time, and like the cocky 15year old meathead she is, she wants to show off a bit and perhaps win her favor. Shenanigans ensue and Diana unlike the other people that desperately want to befriend Leona, is not impressed.

Another point of similarity is that Leona - that has ascended already mind you - would have a few questions and oppositions to all that mumbo jumbo the Solari say about the Sun and the Moon. So after she flops exceptionally in one oration or sth class, with saying something positive about the Moon that has the students look at her with horror, and the priest fuming and screaming punishments - light ones, because the Sun chose that clueless miscreant, and he doesn't want to fall out of her favor - Leona manages unknowingly to win inquisitive Diana's intrigue - and favor, (but don't tell anyone about the last part).

A tentative bond forms. It gets solidified when Leona stops a few bullies from beating Diana to a pulp, and the dark haired girl in return helps her pass a class she was having an exceptionally hard time with. Diana - who in my head is a year younger - does eventually get charmed by the surprisingly goofy and sunny disposition of the Sun Aspect in training. (Don't get this wrong Leona will still act like a 15 yo that has had to train and fight every day of her life) Diana asks her countless questions about life outside the temple and they discuss theology together, either trying to help Leona understand, or trying to make sense of Diana's findings. (The Rakkori in my head are far more neutral abt Sun and Moon, more like if there is light and I can see I am happy, whether its the Sun or the Moon. "There was even that one traveler from some big city, Pilt - something was it, that even said that the Sun and Moon are like orbs in the night sky, one is a star rly close to us and the other is like a smaller planet or something, can you imagine?")

The become friends, the Nightless Eve happens, and then they become lovers. Leona starts suffering from all those expectations and the charade she needs to put up, she has more hours with classes and training she gets tutored by the priests, punished more severely when se speaks out of line or says something borderline heretical, yada yada. More people like her and she likes the attention. She doesn't abandon Diana though, and she always defends her. Things get difficult as the years go by but still they persist. (We could include some homophobic sentiment in the Solari, or even sth downright misogynistic, which would add complications with Leona's state as the Radiant Dawn, and the wlw relationships as they would not be seen as real substantial relationships - add asshole trying to flirt with Leona bc her relationship with Diana isn't real cause they are both women- DRAMA)

Leona is 18 passes her final exams, and Diana is 17 when Diana's arc happens. They have a huge fight about faith and contradicting it and if it is worth it. (No one wants to bandage their lover's whipped back that is practically a mosaic of scars at this point, or nurse them to health after sever dehydration - cause yes apparently standing naked in the sun for three days can do that). Diana storms off angrily. Finds an elderly woman in the base of the mountain that needs help going up (Silver sister in disguise). She helps her up, and when they are like 3/4 up and rest cause Diana's everything hurts the woman disappears. She looks around, finds the temple, sees carved proof that the Solari and Lunari co-existed gets the relics and climbs back down excited to show everyone her findings.

Meanwhile Leona has left for an emergency Solari mission or sth, and hasn't told Diana. Diana goes to the priests, they don't believe her, she invokes her right to be judged by the Aspect or sth, the priests pretend that Leona is still around and doesn't want to see or help Diana (Strike 1 of betrayal). Diana feels betrayed and hurt and fears for her life. The priests give the order for her to be branded and executed on the spot. Leona's dad who had been in the room and had met Diana, tries to plead her case from an outsider's perspective. One of the elders reprimands him and threatens him with death.

They brand Diana with the moon Symbol on the forehead, and are about to place her face down in the flames and / or slit her throat, and Iasur can't have her dying thinking that Leona betrayed her (A bit of family honor and afterlife beliefs - honor is a huge deal-, and a bit of a soft spot for his daughter's closest companion). He tries to fight his way to her, and gets killed in the process. Diana witnessing Iasur's murder prays to the moon for help, and seconds before breathing her last breath, she ascends. Pillar of Moonlight and heavenly fire burns everything to a crisp, and Diana remains alone in the middle of the room, barely breathing and clad in the garb of he Moon aspect. She takes one look around her and speeds away from the temple.

Leona returns three days after to find the council and her father dead, the council room in ruins and apparently Diana to blame. On top of that Diana is missing. Leona is presented with the case and believes Diana to be her father's killer. She vows to avenge him and kill the Scorn of the Moon, because her Diana wouldn't do that. It must be the moon spirit. and yes apparently Moon is bad because dad and Diana are gone bc of it. Leona is determined to save her lover from the Moon's clutches and set her free the only way she knows how, with killing her.

And thus their journey begins. Leona becomes more and more of a puppet from here and on driven by anger and betrayal and Diana feels abandoned and betrayed, with nothing left in the world but the glow of the branding mark on her forehead and the knowledge that her lover wanted her dead.

And as for their path to reunite again and achieve peace? Well Leona needs to be merciful, and Diana needs to guide and support someone through the right path.

Thanks for reading this huge ass post. Again MANY credits to that amazing writer on Ao3, if I find that fic I'll put a link here, cause its phenomenal.

Take care and see ya next time!

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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request. Anonymous asked: Saw your mini event! Curious if I could get Candy floss with Akagami no Shanks 🫣❤️ Love your writing! Keep up the amazing work! tw. nothing really. silly cute scenario. daddy! shanks with little Uta meeting reader wc. 812 masterlist.

Red locks flow with the wind of the port, the scent of your caramel melting garnishes the place.

Next to red, white. She holds with tiny hand a big one. He makes her jump and smiles every time she sings. Sweet melodies come from such a young girl.

“Shanks! Can you get me some candy floss?” she asks, pointing at your stall. You smile, she has the most beautiful purple eyes you’ve ever seen.

How weird… why is she calling him by his name? I thought she was his daughter…

They come closer and as he lifts the kid up, he gives you a beautiful smile that stops you from breathing for at least a couple of seconds.

“Hello, Miss. This princess right here would like a cotton candy, please” he kindly requests, fixing the girl’s fancy headset covering her ears.

You nod, forcing yourself out of the amazement. The man in front of you is more than handsome, he also has something, like a strange force that makes your knees weak. The scars over his eyes, the subtle beard, his sun kissed skin, his intense gaze…

“Sure! Do you want a cherry and vanilla one, miss?” you ask the spoiled child, you know she will love the idea since it’s gonna be red and white like her hair.

“Oh… white and red??! SURE! I’m Utahime, and I’m a singer. Right Shanks?” she asks, hugging the man that’s holding her up with pure love.

Shanks, that’s his name…

“She is! She is a little demon! I mean, princess! My daughter is a singing princess, yes!” he jokes, never taking his red eyes from yours.

Oh… sure, he is the father. He is probably married, too… but why is he looking at me that way?

You start working on the special candy floss, while the singing creature makes you happy with her melodies. Shanks dances a little with his princess on his arms and as soon as you are ready the little demon starts devouring the cotton candy.

You wanted to ask if he was married, where was Uta’s mother, something… but, he couldn’t stay. Uta was pulling from his arm, and the last thing you saw was his smile, and the wind blowing his red locks as the sun was going down behind him…

His smile… when will ever see his smile again?

Pretty soon if I may add.

“Hello, Miss? I’d like to try that special cherry and vanilla cotton candy” a voice calls you, while you are head down searching for more supplies. That voice is manly, it comes from a grown-up adult and you grunt. Where, when, and why an adult man is asking for a cotton candy combination you invented for a… child…

wait...

You emerge from your secure spot inside your own stall, and his face shines like the sun right in front of you. He is back, but without the child…

“Oh Shanks! Hi! Sure! Where is Uta?” you chime, clearly remembering his name even if you had only listened once.

He scoffs and takes the strawhat he is wearing. “You remember my name, miss! I’m glad! She is at school right now” he says, pleased of your great memory. Something that makes your cheeks become fire, you are embarrassed to say the least. You like him, and it shows a lot more than you would actually want to.

You nod and fix your eyes in your work. But he is not making fun of you, he is smiling kindly, interested.

“I came back because I wanted to know your name, Miss!” he suddenly says, breaking the silence in between you two, coming closer to your burning cheeks. Even if he is not close enough to touch you, there is a warmth coming from him, something that seems overwhelming but caring at the same time.

The cotton like little clouds of sweet begin to form around the tiny stick, and you smirk shily… he came back…

“My name is (-----), would you like your candy floss with sprinkles? Your daughter loved it, maybe you are just like her”

“I could use some more sweetness, but not coming from sprinkles…” he whispers, this time acting a little shy, too.

It makes you giggle, he is really trying hard. “And what could make it more sweet, then?” you ask, covering from the nose down your face with the candy floss.

Shanks approaches the sweet treat, and bites it right at your lips height. “Maybe comingf on af datef withf me when you are finished?” he says, with his mouth now all covered in red sticky sugar. “I was about to close… so, yes… let’s go… but first, clean your mouth!” you laugh, handing him a paper towel.

“Guess I won’t be buying a caramel apple on this date” “those are my enemies, how dare you?!” “I know, I know!”

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spinoskingdom875 · 2 months

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Everyone gathered at Empire City Park for the Solar Eclipse. They sat down with picnic baskets and drinks waiting for the Eclipse to begin. Tails: Here you go. He handed everyone a pair of glasses. He gave one to Marine. Marine: Woo! This is gonna be a ripper! Sonic: Thanks, pal. These are some cool shades. Tails: And they're perfect for protecting our eyes when looking up at the Eclipse. Trikey: What will happen if we look at the eclipse without these? Tails: Well, the brightness would damage your vision, and you would go blind. Trikey: Oh dear. Then I'm glad you made these, so we can look at the Eclipse without hurting our eyes. Tails: And I have a pair for your new friend. He grabs a pair of solar glasses and hands them to Bumpy. Tails: So, you're Bumpy, correct? Bumpy: Uh-huh. Amy: When did you two first meet? Trikey: We first met in the forest, and we started playing hide-n-seek. And we also run around and pounce on each other. Bumpy: It was really fun, and now, I made a new friend, and hopefully more here. Amy: Aww, that's so sweet. We'll be glad to be your new friends. Bumpy: Aww, thanks!

Several minutes went by, and the sky began to dim. Eggman and Sage came by, and Cream introduced Trikey and Bumpy to Sage. Trikey was surprised to see the young girl. Trikey: Mr. Eggman, you never told us that you're a daddy. Is she your daughter? Eggman: Heh-heh, you could say that. She's not actually human, but she does have the feelings and emotions of one. She's Artificial Intelligence. The baby dinos were confused. Bumpy: Artif... Trikey: Artifishy... Bumpy: Uh, what does that mean? Eggman: Well, she's a type of fancy computer, and has the ability to perform tasks like thinking and learning, that would require the intelligence of living beings, such as you. Trikey and Bumpy: Whoa. Eggman: It's complicated, I know. That's why I love being an evil genius. Bumpy: Wait. He's a bad guy? Trikey: Yes. He builds lots of robots and uses them to fight against Sonic and his friends. Bumpy Gasped. Trikey: But he seems like a good papa to all of them, even Sage. Bumpy: Well, it's so nice to meet you, Sage. Sage: It's nice to meet you too, Bumpy, and Trikey.

They walked up to Tails who was on his Miles Electric. Trikey: Um, Tails? What is the eclipse about again? Tails: It's when the Moon passes between the Sun and our planet. It prevents the sun's light from reaching the Earth. He shows them a demonstration of an Eclipse on his Miles Electric. Tails: So, when the Moon is in front of the Sun, its shadow would cause the sky and our environment to get darker. Trikey: So, it will get dark down here? Tails nodded. Bumpy: Ooh. It sounds scary. Trikey: Yeah. Sonic: I wouldn't worry about it. Sure, it does get dark, but think about it like its nighttime. Knuckles: Then when it's over, the Moon will move out of the way, and the sky will light up again. Bumpy: Really? Sonic: Yeah, it'll be great moment. Trikey and Bumpy felt better.

Everyone continues eating lunch. Trikey introduced Bumpy to everyone, including Tikal who was also at the park sitting on a bench. They all chat as the sky becomes dimmer and dimmer. Vanilla: Oh. It's almost here. Be sure to put your glasses on, okay dear? Cream: Yes, Mama. We will. Marine: Hmm. Marine looks around the park. Marine: There are too many trees here. Should we find a better spot, or is this good enough? Charmy: Let me see, he puts on his glasses and flew across the park. He calls out to them by the park's steps. Charmy: How about here? Tails walks up with his device. Tails: This is perfect, and there are no trees above us. So, we got a good view. Tikal: Look, up there! The moon moves in front of the sun as the sky gets darker. Sonic: Glasses on, guys! Everyone puts on their glasses and heads for the stairs. Sonic: Hey, doc. You sure you don't need a pair? Eggman: Nah, I'm good. I modified my frames to withstand the eclipse's intensity. Sonic: Okay, then. Let's head over there and enjoy the show. They gaze up at the moon covering the sun, the light still leaking through. They all looked up in awe. Trikey and Bumpy hugged each other, still a little nervous. Tails held on to his Miles Electric, looking at the Solar Eclipse in the sky. The sky is now pitch black, the whole park is in total darkness, as lights flicker on throughout the city.

Marine: Crikey. That's a bright one, that is. Sonic whistles. Sonic: Isn't this quite a sight? Knuckles: Yeah. Tikal: This is incredible. I've never seen anything like it. Trikey: Me neither. Bumpy looks down. Bumpy: Trikey, look! They both looked to see fireflies flying around the park. Trikey: Why are they out all of a sudden? Bumpy: I guess they're confused because the eclipse makes everything look like it's nighttime. Marine: Don't forget about the crickets and cicadas. Them buggers can be pretty noisy at night. Sonic: They're thinking it's the evening since the sky is dark. Tails continues to make calculations on his device. The Solar Eclipse continued for several minutes. The sky remains dark. Afterward, the moon would move, and the sun's light would appear once again. The shadow departed over the park and the city. The whole area lit up.

Tails: Okay. You can now take off your glasses. They began to remove their solar glasses. Amy: Wow. That was amazing! Tikal: It was interesting. I'm glad I came to the park. Sonic: Yeah, what a show it was. Cream took hers off. Cream: It's over you two. You can take those off now. Trikey and Bumpy removed their goggles. Knuckles: What do you think? Trikey: That was... Awesome! Bumpy: Yeah! It actually does feel like it's nighttime! When will it happen again? Tails: Well, for this country, it would take about 20 years. Trikey and Bumpy: 20 years!? Cream: Wow, that's really a long time. I would be like Mama by then. Trikey Yeah, I would be like my mommy too. That really is a long time. Tikal: Well, let's be thankful that we were here to witness it. Eggman: Indeed. It is a once in a lifetime experience. Be glad that it happened, because it will be a long time until another Solar Eclipse will occur. Tails: Well. I feel like this will be a moment we'll never forget. Everyone agreed. Sonic nodded. Sonic: I hope the others got a good view though. Bumpy: There are more friends? Cream: Yes. And we'll be glad to introduce you to them. The baby Ankylosaur smiled warmly.

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#solar eclipse #eclipse #sonic the hedgehog #cream the rabbit #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #miles tails prower #vanilla the rabbit #marine the raccoon #charmy bee #trikey the triceratops #bumpy the ankylosaurus

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sebastianstansqueen · 2 years

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Roses and Skulls

A/N: Okay so I'm thinking of make this a series but I"m posting it as a one shot to see how you guys like it, feedback is always appreciated, if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,165

Warnings: Angst, I think that is all actually

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Bucky woke up and got ready for work, putting on a pressed suit, a rolex and loafers, then he headed out, as he drove into the busy and bustling city of the center of New York, and like expected the street was crowded by cars as he honked his horn passively with his head leaning against the window, he watched as a woman in a light pink dress with little dots of a very light yellow in the center of white flowers she had y/h/c hair, and looked very cherry, his intense blue eyes followed her as she walked down the street, as she practically skipped on the sidewalk, he was confused by your demeanor in New York there weren’t many people like her.

You walked down the street when the blair of multiple horns honked because of the traffic you huffed at the noise but you continued as if nothing had bothered you, you got to your destination which was a small coffee shop on the corner, where your friend was waiting to have coffee and breakfast with you, she waved at you as you walked in. “Did you order?” You asked her as you sat at the counter across from the window.

She nodded. “Yeah, I got your um vanilla thing, and a chocolate glazed donut, for you.”

“No espreso?” You said with a small smik knowing that usually people didn’t think about doing that.

“Yep, Y/n, you act like I don’t know you.” She scoffed.

You smiled. “You said you wanna ask me something, and it couldn’t wait for over the phone?”

She smiled knowing whatever she was going to say was possibly contervutal. “Well, tonight I wanna go to the down below, with Wanda, Pietro, and possibly you.”

“Caitlin.” You sighed. “You know how my dad feels about me going to clubs.

She rolled her eyes. “You're twenty-two, you can make your own decisions.” She sighed with irritation.

“Haha.” You said sarcastically. “Don’t act like you don’t know who he is.”

She looked at you challenging you. “Let's head to your house, I’ll convince him.”

“Alright, if you can I’ll go with the three of you tonight.” You smirked.

She stood up, just as the waitress came up with the paisterys and drinks, you slipped your donut off of the plate grabbing the light colored drink, the two of you walked out of the small cafe with what she had bought both of you got into her car and she headed to your dad’s place.

She eventually pulled up to the large mansion, which had a classic look to it, almost looking like a castle, she parked on the rock driveway, practically running into the home. “Stark, where are you!” She called out, the housekeeper looked at her with bewilderment, but not shock, Caitlin was a second daughter to your father, and she would walk in as if it were her own home.

“Caitlin, what’s going on where's Y/n? She said she was meeting up with yo-” Your father was cut off by the woman.

“Yeah she’s probably just coming in, um I want her to come with me, Wanda, and Piet, she’ll be safe, we're just going to have fun.” Caitlin explained avoiding the part that it's a club.

He huffed. “You’ll have her back before midnight?” Caitlin nodded. “Fine she can go with the three of you.” Caitlin jumped up and down in excitement.

Bucky finished an irritatingly long meeting that morning along with moving in and out of other meetings, once he was finally back in his office along with a half full glass of scotch, he sat in the brown leather wing back chair and watched the sun start to set, the door opened. “Steve I swear to god if you-” “There’s nothing else on the schedule, you're good to leave.” Steve informed him.

Bucky shook his head, throwing back the drink. “Let's go to the down below, I wanna go out and relax, with drinks and girls.” He huffed.

“We can do that.” Steve smirked.

You walked into the club wearing an uncomfortably short blue dress, you pulled it down to mid thigh, and you felt like everyone was staring at your ass specifically, but you drank and had fun with your friends, dancing on the large floor as dark colored lights lit up the room.

Bucky’s eyes had watched her all night; she looked familiar but couldn’t place his finger on it, he watched as you walked up to the bar for the third time that night and this is when he took his next move, he headed up to her as she got a very sugary drink, he looked at it with confusion. “Nice choice.”

You almost froze at the deep voice that just spoke. “Um yeah, I really don’t like the burn of alcohol.” You laughed nervously.

“I’m Bucky.” He spoke smoothly.

“I’m uh Y/n.” You smiled at him.

He eyed you. “Are you all right?” He asked noticing the heels you wore.

“Oh I’m fine, you don’t need to worry, I’m just going to sit down with my friends right now actually.” You shrugged, about to walk off.

“Hey, come on I can get you and your friends a nice seat, in the VIP section.” He offered. “I know the owner.” “Um a-actually I think we’re about to leave so, I’ve gotta go.” You rushed as you spoke. “I really shouldn't, um yeah.”

You got back to the table, Caitlin looked at you with a smirk. “Who was that man, he’s cute.” She purred.

“I wanna go home Caitlin, he said he knows the owner, who do you think the owner is?” You asked incredulously.

“Well I know for one, It’s Barnes.” Wanda shrugged.

Caitlin glared at her friend, your face dropped. “Y/n let me-” “No Caitlin I think you’ve done enough.” You hissed, marching out of the club, not in the mood for a good time any longer.

Bucky turned to Natasha. “I want a file of her on my desk by tomorrow.”

You had called an uber to pick you up and it drove you back to your house, your anger and irritation grew as you thought about the fact that Caitlin could have put you in danger if James Barnes was there tonight at the club without a second thought, you tipped the driver extra for being quick you walked in side with your heels in your hand, your feet padded on the soft but cold surface of the floor in the walkway. “Y/n?” Your dad called out.

“Yeah?” You asked, not really wanting him to see you at the moment.

“Did you have fun?” He asked from the living room.

You huffed. “Yeah.” It wasn’t a lie up until the end you did have fun.

“Where did you go?” He asked.

“Uh a party.” You huffed before walking upstairs.

Bucky walked into his office and there laid a folder, labeled ‘classified’.

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genevievemd · 2 years

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Long Story Short (3/4)

Chapter Three: Should’ve Said No

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure), mentions of F!MC (Genevieve McClure) x M!OC (Jackson Hoffman) Word Count: 1945 Rating: T Category: fluff, Mini Series Trope(s): and an ex came back in the picture,

Summary: ~Series: The four times Ethan met Genevieve’s exes. (In chronological order) ~ Chapter: While on a trip to see Gen’s hometown, the couple run into another one of Gen’s exes.

Warnings: none

A/N: We’re back for more fun. This time it’s set a few weeks after chapter 2 and right before G’s third year begins! As with all the chapters, the title is the T.Swift song that Gen associates with her ex.

Chapter One - Chapter Two

They were two weeks into the three Leland had given the hospital staff off as it closed for renovations. And Genevieve had spent all of that time with him, exploring Boston and each other. There were a few moments where Ethan feared they’d grow tired of each other’s company, but that feeling never came. For him or for her.

So, when she’d asked if he wanted to accompany her to her hometown of Portland, Maine for the weekend, Ethan agreed. Forgetting that it also meant meeting her parents.

He met Robert and Marie briefly after the attack nine months ago. But he was Dr. Ramsey then, the man in charge of her case and her residency. This time, he was introduced as simply Ethan, their daughter’s boyfriend.

And unfortunately, the meeting had not gone as either of them hoped. Gen’s father was not subtle about his wariness, putting a damper on what was meant to be a positive day.

He wished he knew how to show Robert that he had nothing but the best intentions with Genevieve. That he was nothing like the men of her past, that all Ethan wanted was to give Gen the world, shower her with all the love he has for her.

But it seemed that nothing he said or did would change the man’s mind, much to the disappointment of everyone.

So, they left, and Ethan found himself on a tour of Gen’s hometown. She’d brought him to her favorite lighthouse, showed him the high school she attended, and now they were walking abound downtown Portland hand in hand.

“Oh, do you feel like stopping for coffee? This is my favorite café.” Gen excitedly points to a storefront just ahead of them on the corner. “We can sit in the window and people watch.”

“Did you really ask if I felt like stopping for coffee, Rookie? Do you know me at all?”

“Right, how could I forget. You run off a mixture of coffee, scotch and sarcasm.” She rolls her pretty green eyes at him, her smile brighter than the sun shining down on them.

“Lead the way, G.”

They make their way to the street corner, Ethan opening the door for Gen when they’re interrupted.

“Genevieve!?” A slender brunette approaches, pushing a baby stroller. Ethan recognizes her as Gen’s childhood friend, Tori. Who he’d briefly met on a Facetime call a few months back. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in town?”

“It was spur of the moment.: Gen hugs her friend before bending down to greet the twins in the stroller. “They got so big!”

“Tell me about it.” Tori laughs, then looks up at Ethan. “You brought him home?”

“I did.” Gen stands, stepping back to him. “We were actually about to grab coffee.”

“How fun. The twins and I are on our way to meet Owen for lunch.”

They share a pained look, and Ethan quickly fixes the problem at hand.

“G, catch up with Tori while you have a minute. I can go order for us.”

“You sure?” She looks up at him, biting her lip.

“I’m sure.”

“You’re the best.” She squeals, getting on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Can you get me an iced chai latte, with vanilla?”

“Of course.” Ethan kisses he forehead, “It was nice to see you in person, Tori.”

“You, too!.” Tori waves him off, making him chuckle.

Ethan enters the café, the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. The line at the counter is, thankfully, short and in no time at all Ethan occupies a table at the window. Where he can see Gen still chatting away with her friend.

He pulls out his phone, taking the opportunity to check his emails, distract himself from letting his mind wander back to the unpleasant meeting with Gen’s father and the possible ramifications of it.

“You new in town?”

He looks up to see a redheaded man in a police uniform.

“Pardon?”

“I frequent this shop a lot, never seen you in here. Plus, you know, I’m a cop.” The man adjusts his utility belt, as though it’s supposed to make him intimidating. “Portland ain’t no small town, but when ya work for it, you get to know folks. So, you new or visiting?”

“Visiting.” Ethan answers dryly, unsure of why it’s any of this man’s business, police officer or not.

“Nice, nice.” He nods, eyes drifting out the window, no doubt landing on Genevieve. “Wait, I know you.”

He quickly looks back at Ethan, “You’re that famous doctor, Ramsey, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re datin’ Gen! I saw it on her pictagram a few weeks back.”

“And how exactly do you know Genevieve?” Ethan glances at the woman in question, still talking with Tori.

“We dated in high school. I’m Jackson Hoffman. I’m sure she told you about me.”

“She did not.” He wonders briefly why she hadn’t, worried it meant something.

Until he remembers the conversation they had two weeks ago in his apartment. The one about Ryan Ozwell. That had been excruciating for her, and Ethan realizes that perhaps she wasn’t ready to disclose every one of her exes yet. That maybe the rest were painful, too.

Which breaks his heart. If Patrick was the only honorable man she’s known, he can understand the wall Gen once had around her heart.

“She really didn’t mention me? We dated for, like, a year and a half, I took her to our senior prom. Isn’t that a big deal to chicks?” Jackson pulls out the seat across from her, sitting down without invitation.

Ethan can understand now, at least one of the reasons, why Gen had kept this man a secret. Clearly he was lacking tact, and manners.

“Although, she probably didn’t cause of how we ended. I kinda cheated on her.”

“Kinda?”

“Yeah, but in my defense, buddy –”

“Don’t call me, buddy.” He interjects, though Jackson clearly didn’t hear him, continuing on as if nothing was said.

“She wouldn’t put out after prom, or ever. And it’s part of the gig, you know. Who goes through high school without getting laid?” Jackson chuckles, leaning back in his stolen seat. “I had to get it somewhere. I’m sure a guy like you gets it.”

“I do not.”

The sheer audacity of this man has Ethan shocked. How he could sit there and so proudly boast about stepping out on his partner is beyond him. It’s the type of Neanderthal that sets society back, the classic misogynist that was clearly never taught how to respect women.

Ethan almost feels sorry for him.

“Sorry about that, babe.” The object of their conversation finally joins them. Gen excitedly bouncing over to the table.

She leans down to kiss Ethan in greeting, completely oblivious to Jackson still sitting across from him.

Ethan can see him tilt his head, eyes roaming over her like she’s a piece of meet. Settling on her legs that seem longer in the shorts she’d worn today.

It’s disgusting and has Ethan ready to shield her from the pile of trash leering at her.

“Hey, Gen. Long time no see.” The buffoon finally speaks, clearing his throat.

“Jackson. Hi.” She turns her attention to her ex, standing up straight with wide eyes. “It has been a long time.”

“Yeah. I was just telling your new guy here how we dated in high school.” Jackson takes a sip of his coffee, once again brazenly checking her out. “You look great, still hot as hell.”

“You were?” She looks down at Ethan nervously, seeming to have missed her ex’s last comment. As if she’s afraid of whatever nonsense he had said.

Ethan stands from the table, handing her the tea she’d asked for, determined to do as he’s always promised and protect her from her advisories.

He smiles reassuringly before taking her hand in his. “Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that, Rookie. It was more like boasting about having cheated on you. Like some blubbering buffoon who thinks he’s entitled to the company of woman, whom he very clearly never learned to respect.”

“Whoa, dude, that’s –”

“We’re done here. I’d be polite and say it was a pleasure to meet you, Officer Hoffman, but then I’d be lying.” He turns his full attention back to Genevieve. “Baby, I believe there’s still more to see on our tour?”

“God… that was so sexy.” She whispers, almost in a daze.

Ethan smirks, raising an eyebrow. That seems to bring her back to reality, causing her to turn the cutest shade of pink.

“Oh, yeah, there is. We should go.” She grips his hand tightly as they maneuver out of the now crowded café. Both ignoring the looks from Jackson and a few other patrons.

Once they’ve made it far enough down the street, Ethan break the silence, looking down at Gen. “You always get so flustered when I call you baby.”

“Don’t tease me.” She bumps her hip against his, though her playfulness only lasts a second. Sobering up and looking at him with remorse. “I’m sorry you had to meet Jackson like that. OR at all, really.”

“It’s alright, G.”

“Also that he said all that stuff.”

“Gen,” He stops them from walking farther, turning to face her. “You don’t need to apologize for him.”

“I know, but I feel like all my exes are garbage, so really I’m apologizing for my terrible taste in men.” She looks away, eyes drawn down to the sidewalk.

He’s not entirely sure what to say to make her feel better. Because he, too, has had his fair share of contemptible exes. Harper had been the only exception in the last decade.

Until Genevieve, that is.

Now she was the exception to every rule.

“Gen, look at me.” He waits for her to meet his eyes, and Ethan can’t help but smile. Knowing in that moment, exactly what to say.

“Don’t ever apologize for that. You have an extremely large heart, one full of love and kindness. One that always tries to see the best in people. It’s one of the many things I admire most about you.” He pauses, stepping close and cradling her face in his hands. “Your exes took advantage of that, instead of cherishing it, and you. So please, do not apologize for being who you are.”

“Okay.” Her voice is a whisper, eyes wide and brimmed with tears. Sparkling like two priceless jewels, looking at him as though she can’t believe her luck.

A feeling Ethan knowns all too well with her.

Gen leans up on her tiptoes, arms wrapping around his neck a moment later. Her lips on his in a gentle kiss. As if she’s reminding herself that she’d finally found the one. That she is safe with him.

Ethan lets go of her face, moving to wrap his own arms around her waist. Hauling her forward and closer, until she’s pressed tightly against his chest.

After a slew of kisses and touches, and little giggles felt rather than heard, they break apart. The sorrow and regret no longer clouding her face.

“Wanna see the ice rink I used to go too all the time? You can show off those hockey moves for me.” She raises an eyebrow, biting her lip in a way that makes him want to press her against a wall.

Ethan instead chooses to laugh, taking her hand in his once more. “Lead the way, Rookie.”

He still has questions about Jackson, and her past, worries about her father, but for now they don’t matter.

They’d get there, because Ethan knows they have all the time in the world.

A/N: Final ex up next, the only doctor in the bunch.

Details on her exes can be found here and here

(tagging separately)

#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan x gen #LSS series

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— basics ♡

full name: maya victoria anderson

nicknames: may

gender: female

pronouns:; she/her

sexual preference: straight

relationship role:; submissive

birthdate & age: april 12th, 1999, twenty-four years old

birthplace: memphis, tennessee → boston, ma → castle prairie, tn

zodiac sign: aries

currently resides: castle prairie, tennessee

— appearance ♡

face & voice claim: sydney sweeney

height: 5′1

eyes: blue

hair: naturally brunette, been dying it blonde since she was 13

body art: a tattoo behind her ear and on her shoulder

body type: a busty girl, slender body and a curvy bottom

— personality traits ♡

traits: bubbly, sweet, compassionate, fun-loving, loving, sentimental, sexy

fears: losing those she loves, not being good enough, clowns & spiders

hobbies: making her own iced coffee recipes, sketching, makeup, sewing, dance, working out.

skills: drawing, makeup artistry, playing piano & guitar.

— relationships ♡

mother: melinda cooper (estranged)

father: aaron cooper

siblings: jayden reddick, dylan cooper and three biological brothers

spouse / lover: jaxson anderson

exes: theo hargrove, hunter jacobs & ethan turner (hooked up)

children: jaxson xander & phoenix aaron, baby on the way & step-daughter, delilah mae.

pets: a yorkie puppy

— favorite things ♡

ice cream flavour: s’mores or strawberry

food: italian, chinese, mexican dishes

time of the day / night: night

season: fall

holiday: halloween & christmas

animal: dogs

colour: pastel pink

scent: vanilla, fresh peaches, coconut & roses

musician/band: elvis presley, queen & blink-182

— misc. ♡

occupation: model, former bartender

education: k-12, uni student

bad habits: drinking, being insecure, being anxious in any situation

a cherished item: a pearl and pink sapphire necklace from her grandmother

random fun fact: loves wearing sun dresses and bows in her hair

random fun fact 2: dreams of modeling for chanel

— bio ♡

maya victoria cooper, the baby of the family, the princess, the heiress, the apple of her father's eye. she has four older brothers and was born into a rich family. she never really knew what life was outside the luxury of having everything handed to her. her even bought a bar just so she could work at it. she's privileged and she knows it and she won't be afraid to make it known to the others around her either.

growing up, maya always was surrounded by people to love her and dote over her every move when her father wasn’t around. After an incident with her brother, her mother took him and estranged them from the family so maya’s father raised them alone until he married again. after the chaos with her mother, maya never really trusted her father's new wife and of course being his little girl, her father never forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

maya is currently in school for fashion design, she’s got a newly contracted modeling career and is married to jaxson anderson.

#pinned post // dni

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sorrybrooutofstockrn · 2 years

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A day in the beach

Rated: M

Pairing: Castiel/Female Sam Winchester

Summary: Castiel and Jimmy are spending their summer on the beach, Castiel gets his head hit by a volleyball.

Summer, one of the best seasons of the year, Jimmy counted the days for summer break, he was free to spend time with his twin, Castiel who didn't look excited as him for some reason.

–C'mon Cas, it will be fun! We can swim in the beautiful crystal sea, eat watermelons, drink lemonade, catch a tan, get to know some guys and girls, you know what i mean?.

–You want a summer romance?.

–Well that too i guess, get ready for our trip! I'm already wearing my summer clothes under this robe, you have five minutes to change your clothes!.

–Alright.

Castiel, contrary of his brother who was shirtless and wearing swimming trunks, was wearing a tank top and shorts, Jimmy said he would feel hot "After the sun goes down, you will get cold, plus i'm not going to swim or get a tan" to that Jimmy said "You are no fun".

–We're settled! Did you use sunscreen? I can—did you use kids sunscreen Cas? Really?.

–Doesn't have the same purpose? Protect you from the sun? So what it's kids sunscreen?.

–Whatever, i'm going to swim, are you sure you don't want to come with me?.

–Yes, i'll be here securing our things and maybe buy ice cream.

–You're such a kid sometimes.

–...

–Anyway, have fun!

–You too.

There's so many people here, Castiel observed

–My daughter isn't going to dress like a whore, put your jacket.

–Dad we are in a beach, it's hot as hell here, i'm already wearing a swimsuit, what's next? Socks?.

–Sammy it's just a swimsuit cover up, it's not so bad, plus dad let you choose when we bought.

–Whose side are you on Dean?!.

–Don't make me use my slipper Sam.

–Are you kidding me?! You'll beat me because i'm not using a damn—fine!.

What a terrible father, Castiel thought

Castiel watched the father yell at his daughter "You forgot to use sunscreen!", Sam ignored the man and walked away, she walked right in front of Castiel and oh what a sight! Slim waist, thick thighs and big breasts, Castiel was looking respectfully.

–Excuse me sir?.

–Are you talking to me?.

–Yes, can i ask you something?.

–Sure, what is it?.

–Do you know if there is any ice cream truck here?.

–Yes, in fact i was going to buy one for myself.

Liar, Castiel said to himself

–Well, how about we go together?.

–Sounds great, my name is Castiel by the way.

–Samantha but Sam is fine.

–It's a pleasure to meet you Sam.

–The pleasure is mine Castiel.

She looks so young, i wonder how old she is, to have such a strict father she must be young, therefore i shouldn't have such lustful thoughts, wait a second, lustful thoughts?, Castiel eyes widened

–What flavor would this young lady like?.

–Please sir i'm not that young! Vanilla with sprinkles please.

–And you sir?.

–I want a uhh chocolate, chocolate with...chocolate syrup.

–Coming right in!.

She is looking at me, what do i say?, Castiel asked himself

–So Castiel, what brings you here?

–My brother wanted to go here, he wanted me to go with him, so here i am. What about you?.

–It's summer, my family just moved in to here, we wanted to spend some quality time together for once, what better place than a beach?.

–Ma'am, Sir, your ice creams!.

–Thank you sir.

–Thank you, well Sam, would you like to sit with me? I have two chairs, if you would like um.

–Sure.

–Alright.

Stop looking at her mouth, you are being creepy, Castiel reprehended himself

–Your ice cream is melting Cas.

–Is it?.

–Yes, here.

Breathe Castiel, breathe, she is not into you, she just removed ice cream from your shirt, nothing special, Castiel told himself

–How old are you Sam?.

–Twenty two, you?.

–Twenty three, i'm three seconds younger than my twin.

–I'm four years younger than my brother.

Alright, she is not underage, good, i don't want to get in trouble with her brother and father, now how do i flirt with her?, Castiel asked himself

–You think a little loud Cas.

–What?.

–Are you worried about my brother and father finding us?.

–Well when you say it like this, a little.

–Hah, they are very protective but i doubt they would cause chaos because of you, you look like a nice person Cas.

Like Jimmy says, now or never, you can do it Castiel!, Castiel smiled

–Can i kiss you?.

–I thought you wouldn't ask.

–So...no kiss?.

–Yes, come here.

Castiel felt so happy, he kissed her! He kissed someone! And oh boy he was enjoying a lot, he made a bold move, placing his hands on her waist and lifting her, now sitting on his lap, Sam could feel Castiel's bulge and holy hell it's big.

–That was my first kiss.

–And you kissed very well.

–Thank you.

–Do you want me to take care of you?

–I want to—OW!

Castiel felt something hard hit his head, it hurt, a lot, he looked up and there was Sam's brother, looking at him like he had just committed the worst mistake of his life.

–Get your hands off my sister, you pervert.

–My hands are on my head, you just throw a ball at my head.

–And i will do it again if you kiss her again.

–Threats of violence is a crime.

–Sammy let's go.

–For fuck’s sake Dean, i'm not a kid anymore! You can't control my life! You're acting like dad!.

–I'm not controlling you! I'm saving your ass from a weirdo!.

–You are distorting this situation

–Shut the fuck up, Sam, your lucky that it's me and not dad, dad would kill him right on sight.

–Hey! HEY! What's happening here?! What did you do to my brother?.

–Jimmy.

–Oh great there's two of them, your brother was kissing my sister!

–And you think hitting me with a volleyball is the solution? What makes you think Samantha didn't want to kiss me?.

–You hit my brother?! You fucking bastard! Who do you think you are?! I'll report you for aggression!"

–BOTH YOU THREE! TIME OUT! First of all, Cas are you ok? Do you need to see a doctor? Ice to ease the pain?.

–Yes, i need ice.

–Second, i'm sorry about my brother, he acted like a asshole but i promise you he is not a bad person, third what the hell is wrong with you Dean?! Don't even say "I was trying to protect you Sammy", i wanted to kiss Cas, he didn't force me to kiss him. I'm tired of you and dad treating me like a kid and wanting to make decisions for me, Jimmy, if isn't a problem, may i accompany you and Cas to the ice cream man? To get some ice for Cas head?.

–Sure, i want to know the full story of what happened here.

Samantha didn't return home that night, leaving a worried Dean and pissed John. Castiel? Well he had the greatest night of his life, and Jimmy haven't slept the whole night, curse Castiel Novak's stamina.

#supernatural #sam winchester #castiel #sastiel #oneshot

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Character Intro: Epione (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Soother of Souls, The Pain Whisperer by the people of Olympius

Mrs. Medical by Apollo & Aphrodite

Mommy by her youngest child

Mother by her oldest children

Age- 52 (immortal)

Location- Kos, Olympius

Personality- She's the ultimate caregiver through & through. She's particularly sensitive to the needs and feelings of others and loves being helpful. She does have a tendency to be a bit overbearing when it comes to her affection. She's married, though they're currently legally separated (not divorced).

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. Being the goddess of soothing pain, her abilities include vitakinesis (healing), X-ray vision, temporarily blocking physical pain, bio-thermokinesis (manipulating body temperature), haemo-piezokinesis (manipulating blood pressure), haemo-glucokinesis (manipulating blood sugar), having an innate sense of a person's entire medical history, & being able to control and summon medical tools and medicines.

Epione lives with her younger children Aceso (goddess of healing) and Telesphorus (Rusty) (god of rehabilitation) in a spacious Colonial style home in the state of Kos. There's a number of pets including st. bernards, english mastiffs, bearded collies, rabbits, & guinea pigs. Her older children Iaso (goddess of cures & remedies), Hygieia (goddess of hygiene & cleanliness), and Panacea (goddess of universal remedy) live on their own. Her estranged husband Asclepius (god of medicine) is currently renting out a cottage in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus.

Her go-to treat for breakfast is a citrus-pineapple smoothie bowl (topped with tangerines, low-fat Greek yogurt, chia seeds, unsweetened coconut flakes, & chopped cashews). She also enjoys the Healthy Harvest granola oat cereal (with vanilla oat milk).

Since the separation, Epione has enjoyed her social life a bit more, often going out with friends and trying out new hobbies. One instance of this is when she went along with Elpis to a desert beach where they rode their go‐karts along the sand dunes. An upcoming trip she's planning is to go to Crete along with Hesychia, Nárkosi, & Damia to go bull riding!

She writes in her journal every morning after she wakes up, followed by a five mile jog, & pilates.

She's a firm believer in drinking water (her daughter's brand Pure H2O), but she'll also indulge in a glass of white wine. She also likes coconut water, orange juice, citrus infused sparkling water, and aloe vera juice. Her usual from The Roasted Bean is a medium strawberry açaí splash.

For work, Epione has a company which manufactures various analgesic drugs like painkillers & healing balms/creams/ointments, for example. She also has nationwide physical therapy centers. For other work, she writes for the wellness column for Hearthside magazine. As side jobs (& for fun), Epione models for EverPure, Strengthify, and Glory’s Crown (loves the sunflower oil line of products for her long strawberry blonde hair!).

In the pantheon, she's good friends with Paean (goddess of physicians); despite the situation with her husband, Thilasmós (goddess of nursing), Nymphe (goddess of self-care), Gymnasia (goddess of excercise & gymanstics), Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence), Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Demeter (goddess of the harvest & agriculture), Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), Alectrona (goddess of the sun & morning), Soteria (goddess of safety), Elpis (goddess of hope), Damia (goddess of naturalness), Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment), Nárkosi (goddess of sedation), and Selene (Titaness of the moon). She's still close with her sister-in-law Aegle (goddess of good health). Epione is currently in talks of potentially being a mentor towards Achelois (goddess of the moon & comfort). Even though she hasn't publicly disrespected him, Epione doesn't like Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning).

She has recently made a Fatestagram account.

Epione hasn't talked much with her husband since she filed the papers for separation. She couldn't go on with his overbearingly morose and negative attitude (due to his punishment) towards her, the oldest kids, and complete strangers, so she asked him to move out. Instead of completely taking off her wedding ring, Epione now wears it around her neck with a white gold necklace chain.

She's an involved mother who loves her kids very much. Even though she respects her daughter Hygieia's need for space, that doesn't stop Epione from sending "check-in" texts & voicemails. She also buys issues of Vital Essence magazine for support. She has definitely gotten closer with her other daughter Panacea since they work closely together. Epione does want to spend time with her eldest daughter since she's too busy, her son, (since he's becoming a near brooding soon-to-be adult), & her youngest daughter.

Her homemade Greek yogurt popsicles are a big hit with Aceso & her school friends!

A favorite frozen treat of hers is the pineapple sorbet from The Frozen Spoon.

Because Epione deems high heels as "impractical footwear", she's a big fan of flats and sandals. A favorite shoe wear brand is Epigeio Edafos, by a dryad nymph named Corinthia.

Her favorite dessert is the carrot cake from Hollyhock's Bakery.

One of her favorite activities is meal prepping- family dinners & school lunches for the entire week. Some of her favorite dishes include orange & arugula salad, chickpea & spinach stew, mediterranean skinless chicken breasts with orzo salad, and salmon stuffed avocados. Another classic recipe of hers is her chicken noodle soup!

In her free time, Epione dabbles in jogging, acupuncture, gardening, surfing, aromatherapy, spin class, figure drawing, pottery, football (soccer), sunbathing, tennis, and swimming. She also loves volunteering at the food banks.

"True health starts from the inside."

#my oc #epione #my oc character #my character #oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek goddess #greek goddesses #greek mythology #greek pantheon

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rosetintedew · 6 months

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2:36 AM, the fourteenth of april. silky, spring-raw hair, golden eyes, the scent of fresh honeysuckle and rosemary—a sugary mixture that had once been planted in her mother’s blossoming garden, hand brushing through her long, thick auburn locks as she watched the sunlight’s petals fall from the sky, dancing across the lawn’s emerald grass like a million golden butterflies and setting in a brilliant blaze over the treetops. bathed in amber light, I smiled, love-struck eyes amid the field of easter tide’s blooms, my hand combing through the thick tresses with gentle strokes; [Liebe] beautiful. silent, yet ever-present / intoxicate me delicately, quietly. / I stood there, helpless, craving more. until my knees buckled beneath me, the heat, pollen, and fragrant wind combining to make me woozy—until I fell onto those same, dreamy arms that always held me dear and never let go. a whisper in my ear, a soft touch to my rosy cheek, a caress to my back that set off a thousand little shivers as the world turned upside down—my own personal fairy tale.

12:47 AM, the seventeenth of july. a full belly, flushed cheeks, my heart thudding with adrenaline. (...) meine liebe’s birthday. her unadulterated glee filled the room, my lone soul; the way her gaze softened upon mine and all the flowers of spring’s breath and all its petals burst forth in that one look that I feared I would be swept in it forevermore, yet knew I was already caught—dearly, irrevocably caught. “dearest, I love you.” her voice which has always been musical and honeyed lulled me into bliss; she smelled of vanilla, of strawberries and wildflowers, and of her favorite, freshly squeezed lemonade, and of the sweetly-laced july’s first kiss. sweet, so sweet that I wanted it to last long—longer than the night and far—a hopeless desire worth risking for. I wanted to be selfish just for once, to hold her and be held still. [Traum] “touch me”, I begged a simple plea, yet the only one I could utter. should she not wait for the clock to tick past midnight, should she stay with me until the very end of seventeen: until my lips went numb and limbs turned to putty.

this morning, still the day of seventeenth: I saw her mother tending her garden, honeysuckles in her hand glowed in the dawn, and a picture of her own daughter bloomed before my very eyes—the reason I awoke and all the flowers ran out of water at sundown; my hands shook violently as I reached out to grab them, as they fled from my grasp, their petals drooping lifelessly, wilted and dry, the stems crumbling away to dust. I was fooled, yet again by my mind’s despairing demands—her mother was wearing black. I felt hollowed out, empty like a cauldron that had been drained of its contents and left to fill again by the next flood—a waterlogged vessel with holes in its walls where water leaks out into the cracks; an old house in need of repair, broken windows, and leaking foundation. / the house that’s too much of a wreck to fix. a poetic madness.

I remembered her. I remembered her on the exact day of her birthday. to the dreams that were once carved of beams and now broke me whole, you haunted me in my dreams and I had fun while it lasted, and until I woke up no longer brushing her hair. I was no longer looking at her, adoringly, with a smile etched on my face. the sun was no longer there. seventeen was not fun anymore—like it used to be. I want her to be here, I want to love her, again; the taste of bile and tears, of blood and sorrow caught in my throat. I felt as though my ears would burst from their pressure—from the longing in my heart. the weight of my grief is crushing my chest, crushing my heart—oh, to be greedy of the fleeting again, I want to dream of her every night: until my skin turns pale with death, until my bones turn to dust, until my veins turn to blackened ink.

7:49 PM, the nineteenth of november. my thoughts wander, my mind lost in daydreams of spring’s warm breezes; a mellow blanket tucked around my shoulders, cozy kisses pressed against my cheek and forehead, the warmth of home and laughter filling me up like a hot milk at night, and a girl, auburn locks, golden eyes, that smell of vanilla. (...) I am hurting, yet delicately; slowly, until I am no more but the fragments of myself scattered across my autumn-scented bedsheets, drifting in the cold sunbeams of november. / stop it. you are hopeless. / I talked to God—I asked Him, “how am I to feel when I wake up every morning, without her beside me? how do I find comfort when the world is so lonely without someone to care for it so tenderly? God, how will I live? can I truly live?” the answers did not come fast enough—they came too slow. he could not give them to me—but then again, He could not exactly give them to anyone either, could he?

and it hurts, oh Heavens does it hurt, to know that there is nothing I can do; so violently do I feel. Liebestraum, you were a fantasy on my lips, yet an ache in my bones.

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"I bet you have, taking care of your daddy anyway you can is normal to think about." A strained groan comes from him when her first lick crosses his sensitive tip. He couldn't help the way his heart raced as he watched Jen eagerly suck and kiss his cock. It was all he could do to keep from bucking his hips forward as her tongue flicked out to tease him. He could see the excitement in her eyes, basically simmering with delight, and the cute expressions she had that always reminded him that she was always going to be his baby girl, and her soft, beautiful voice he could listen to indefinitely without tiring of it. He had to smile at Jen as he reached down to startw petting her hair. Her soft tone and eager tongue was stirring something deep inside him. He'd always wanted a daughter who was devoted to him, someone who could fill the void that his wife left. She was nothing like her mother, and the warmth that she showed him was something that he'd never experienced before. "I'll always want all the love you want to show me, sweetheart. Plus you're doing so great already, baby girl," he praised, his voice deep and husky while he continued petting her head. "Keep going with your tongue just like that, like it's the tastiest ice cream in the world. Get on the underside too." He was taken back to a memory he had with Jen, when they'd gone out for ice cream on a hot summer day. He'd bought her two scoops - strawberry and vanilla - and they had taken a seat outside the shop, both enjoying their treats and watching the people go by. The sun was setting, a beautiful pink and orange hue against the sky, and he remembered how happy Jen had looked as she licked her ice cream, a beautiful wide smile on her face not even an angel could match.

"Not every girl loves her Daddy the way I do. I'd do anything for you," she purred before kissing, licking, and sucking at the underbelly of his cock again. Jen was actually kind of eager to finally put it in her mouth and taste him for real, but she was happy to take her time teasing him until he was ready for more. This was something that they both deserved to savor and enjoy with all of their heart. Seeing the way that he looked at her with new appreciation was more than enough to make her happy at the moment. Nothing had ever quite made her feel as loved or wanted by him than every little reaction he gave to the affection that she showed his cock. It gave her a feeling that was satisfying enough to make her hum against his hardness with delight. However, he soon made her giggle rather cutely and roll her eyes. "You're silly, Daddy," she said before giving him a long lick up the underside and placing a kiss on the head, "I like this way better than ice cream." Jen began to rub her thighs together under her pajama pants from her own body getting excited by all the fun they were having. "I love that I'll always be your little girl, but I can do all the stuff you used to do with mom, too. I promise I'll practice with you until I'm even better than her. I want to be the only girl you ever need, Daddy," she told him sweetly before pouting cutely, "Can I please put the paci in my mouth now?"

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sincerelythedarkside · 3 years

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What the King Has

[ROYAL AU] (image for aesthetic purposes only, no description on reader)

Pairing: Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You, Bucky, and Steve have shared your whole lives together. Steve has known from the moment he was born that he would never ascend the throne. That belonged to Bucky, the crown prince. Steve was okay with that, though. He didn't mind being the forgotten prince. He had you, and you were precious. Steve was happy to live his life with Bucky and you, whatever it may be. Until it's announced that you are to be married to the crown prince. Then, Steve can feel you slowly slipping through his fingers, and suddenly, being the forgotten prince is no longer enough.

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Dubcon, explicit sexual content, character death, overstimulation, oral (female receiving), fingering. Don’t read if any of this is triggering.

Note: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 ‘s soft dark writing challenge! I’m a little new to the dark fic space but I read Siri’s work and whewwww, it’s always h-hours when I read her work LOL thank you so much for hosting this challenge & congratulations! I hope you enjoy this fic 🥺

Prompts:

- “I’ve been waiting a long time for this, sweetheart.” - “Look at you, stretched out and trembling.” - Overstimulation

Count: ~8.4k

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The breeze was warm, washing over Steve's face as he sat peacefully. He liked the early summer hours when no one else was awake and the day wasn't too hot yet.

Suddenly, two hands slid over his eyes. Steve was alarmed for only half a second before he knew who it was. Steve always knew. It was easy to tell by the feel of the hands, the coolness, and the smell of orange blossoms and vanilla.

So sweet.

"Why are you up?"

There was a huff before the hand slid away, and Steve could finally turn his head around to see you standing in a simple teal dress. You had your hair down as the light wind and sun made it soft.

Taking a seat next to Steve, folding your legs delicately under you, you quirk a brow at him. "Why wouldn't I be up and here?"

Your voice has a hint of challenge in them before they soften as you lean into him, looking forward.

Sarah Rogers Taken too soon but loved & cherished by all

The two of you sit in silence for a long time, letting the early hours of the morning pass before Steve hears your stomach grumble. He tries to hold in his laughter, but it's too late.

You're glaring at him before pouting.

"Alright, sweetheart, let's get breakfast," Steve tells you before he stands, dusting his pants before holding his hand out to you. "You need to be more careful. It's not proper for the daughter of the Duke to be sneaking out."

You grab Steve's hand and let him pull you up before you dust your dress clean with your hand. "I think my father has long given up on my propriety, Steve. Besides, if anyone happened upon us, it wouldn't be all that strange for them to see me with you. If anything, it's strange to see us without Bucky."

"I think it would be strange if they did see him. There's no way to get him out of bed before noon of his own volition," Steve's lip quirks, and he feels his heart melt a little when you laugh.

"C'mon," you tug on his hand. "Let's go wake his highness. Maybe we can both scare him."

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Breakfast is a fun affair for Steve as well. He usually has it with you and Bucky most days.

Steve watches you and Bucky bicker as he bites into his runny eggs, using his bread to wipe up the yolk before putting it in his mouth.

"I wasn't scared!" Bucky insists.

"Right, you just let out that girlish scream because you weren't scared," you taunt him.

"No, I screamed because you pounced on me and your elbow dug into my spleen before I was utterly crushed," Bucky threw back.

"Are you saying I'm fat?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"I didn't say anything," Bucky smirked while you scowled at him.

The bickering continues while Steve watches, eating his breakfast leisurely.

Steve will never have the things Bucky has despite being half-brothers. He will never ascend the throne because that's the path Bucky belongs on.

But it's okay.

You look at Steve with a pout.

"You're the perfect weight for your height," Steve rolls his eyes. "Stop antagonizing her, Buck."

"She's antagonizing me!" Bucky exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "Show some loyalty to your family, Steve, and take my side!"

Steve just chuckles with a shake of his head as he returns to his breakfast.

You give Steve a warm smile before you give a scathing look to Bucky, flicking a piece of bacon at the prince.

It's okay, Steve thinks. He's happy to be just a step behind Bucky because that's where you are too. You're family too, and as long as he can hold your hand, being the forgotten prince is okay.

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Steve spends a lot of time training. There's not much he can do otherwise. He doesn't have a lot of responsibilities. Perks of a forgotten prince, he supposes.

He mostly practices alone. The knights don't bother him, don't think he's worth much since Steve will not ascend the throne, nor has Steve made any inclination that he'll challenge Bucky for it.

With a deep breath and a powerful and precise swing, Steve cuts down the practice targets.

"Showing off to the trees and sky again, I see."

Steve turns around abruptly to see you standing there with a teasing smile.

"Back already?" Steve walks over to you, accepting the towel you offer to wipe the sweat off his face and neck.

"Mm," you hum. "Lady Carter throws the worst tea parties," you sigh. "I feel bad because she's really trying but she has no idea what to do."

"As opposed to your tea parties?" Steve smiles as you slap his shoulder lightly.

"I throw the best tea parties outside of Lady Romanoff," you smile confidently at him. "It's why I get letters all the time when my next one will be."

Steve continues to smile at you, basking in your presence. It has been a little too quiet and a little too lonely with Bucky gone to do check-ins with their lands and you being busy with your lady duties.

"Lady Carter did ask me about you, you know," you give him a teasing smile again, looking much too mischievous.

Steve's ears turn red, and he scowls when you laugh.

"She's a nice girl, Steve," you tell him softly. "You should give her a chance."

"I'm not sure if I want a lady who throws the worst tea parties," Steve jokingly muses. "Think of my reputation."

"You have none," you remind him.

"Which is somehow still better than being known for the worst tea parties."

You shake your head at him, smiling as you do. You grab the towel from his hand, delicately dabbing the sweat near his brow that he missed. You can tell he doesn't want to talk about Lady Carter anymore, so you drop it. But you sorely wish Steve would give her a chance, give himself a chance to want more and be happy.

"Are you done training for today?" You ask Steve instead.

Steve nods.

"Shall we go eat then?" You say. "Unfortunately, Lady Carter served the hardest cookies and biscuits that I nearly choked. And the tea was so bitter, I hardly ate anything."

"You're not selling her very well," Steve tilts his head at you, grabbing your hand to kiss the back of it gentlemanly before he grabs the towel back from you. "Let me just shower and I'll meet you in the waiting room."

"Take your time, I don't want to suffer in your presence," you smirk, and Steve rolls his eyes good-naturedly before running off.

Lonely.

Steve was lonely at times, but you seemed to fill the void better than anyone ever could. From the time he was seven and now when he was a man.

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"Why did you want to go into town again?" Steve pulls at his collar that feels a little too tight around his neck.

"Bucky is coming back today," you remind him. "We should get him a present. You know how mopey gets when he has to leave us."

Steve smiles. "The crown prince shouldn't be moping."

You chuckle. "The king hasn't announced who his heir will be yet."

Shrugging, Steve replies, "He's the first in line. Besides, my mother was a concubine. The chances of me being named are near to zero, not that I want to anyway."

"You still have your father's blood in you," you chide him, though you're very aware of Steve's lack of ambition for the throne. "But I'm glad you're okay with it. The simple life is much better, isn't it? I don't envy all that Bucky has to do."

Steve nods.

"Isn't there anything you want to do?" Instead, you ask him, the conversation being something the two of you spoke of from time to time.

Steve hums as he ponders your question. In his early years, he merely told you he didn't know. It was true. Steve didn't quite have a sure path like Bucky did.

He supposes he could really do anything. Steve won't ever have to worry about money because while the king ignores him, he takes care of him. And when Bucky becomes king, he will never let Steve suffer.

But Steve also doesn't want to be a freeloader that relies on others.

Steve likes drawing, but he doesn't think he could make a career out of it. He's good but nothing like the renowned artists around the world.

He's good at fighting. Perhaps becoming one of Bucky's knights would be good. He can protect you that way too.

Steve could provide.

"I want to be a good husband," Steve says, and you look surprised before you smile softly at him.

"You'll make for a wonderful husband, Steve. I just know it."

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One of the things Steve doesn't really care for is balls and banquets. The castle seems to always want to celebrate something. The only good thing that comes out of it is how beautiful you look when you arrive.

You put on your best dress and dawn yourself with jewels that aren't overly gaudy or flashy. The makeup makes your eyes look darker, and your cheeks skillfully coloured.

You're a walking temptation. Everyone in the kingdom knows as they watch you walk. There's no one better than you; no lady in the kingdom could ever compare.

Steve watches in the back as you stand with Bucky and talk to the king. You curtsey just the right amount that makes the king pleased.

When you arrived, you had found Steve before anyone else and chatted with him before Bucky whisked you away, saying the king wanted you to greet him.

Steve can hear the whispers about how kind you are. Such a noble lady, the most sought out one that could easily become a princess consort if you wanted to be. And yet, you kept Steve close along with Bucky. And the whispers are about how pitiful Steve is.

"Hello."

Steve turned his attention to see Lady Carter in front of him. She's wearing a dark royal blue gown with her blonde hair done up intricately.

Steve stands straighter as he bows, taking Lady Carter's hand and kissing it as etiquette demands.

"Good evening, Lady Carter," Steve says with a friendly smile, but his eyes are watching you from the corner.

Lady Carter blushes.

"I—I wanted to know if you would dance...with me," she asks bravely. It's bold and blunt, and Steve could understand a little more why her tea parties are awful.

Lady Carter doesn't know the rules, or she doesn't care to listen to them. She lacks tact.

But Steve keeps his smile and nods nonetheless, offering his hand for her to take. Walking towards the dance floor, Steve finds Bucky has pulled you into a dance. He can tell the two of you are bickering again with the way you're scowling at him. It seems to be in good jest with the way Bucky is smiling.

You stop scowling when you notice Steve and Lady Carter on the dance floor together. You give him an encouraging smile while Bucky is saying something to you.

Lady Carter is a suitable dancer, Steve thinks as he leads her around. For the tact she lacks, she makes up for in knowing nobility lessons. She makes small talk with him, saying how she once spotted him practicing sword fighting while visiting the castle.

Steve politely makes conversation, just so it won't fall flat. You are right; she is a wonderfully nice girl.

But it doesn't spark anything in Steve.

The dance soon comes to an end, and Steve watches you beckon him secretly from the side.

"Your grace," you say, brows wriggling slightly as you do. "How is your evening?"

"It could be better," Steve answered, falling into the joke with you as he holds his hand out in offering, sensing what you had wanted all along. "Will you do me the honour of giving me a dance, my lady?"

Steve can tell you're trying to not laugh as you accept it gracefully and allow him to pull you onto the floor.

Such a beautiful and cunning lady. You have the tact to get what you want, and when it comes to Steve, you let him know exactly what you're doing and what you want without saying it. You can keep propriety and be authentic with Steve.

Lady Carter may be a better dancer, but the way you grip Steve's arm and subtly caress his palm with your other is better. He likes that you stand closer so that he can feel the heat through your golden gown.

It tells Steve that he's special. He's special to you.

"Well?" You say as you follow Steve's lead with ease, having danced many times before.

"Well?" Steve repeats back.

"How was Lady Carter?" You ask almost exasperatedly.

"She was okay," Steve shrugged. "Nice like you said."

"That's all?" You ask with a pout.

"Didn't really feel much," Steve shrugged again.

You eye Steve closely before you sigh. "You usually don't right away. It takes time to build connections. Don't give up."

Steve doesn't say anything. What could he say? He could tell you that you were wrong—that it could happen right away. After all, it happened with you.

From the moment he met you at seven years old. He'd been moping because his mother passed away a couple of months ago. Then, you came bursting through the garden, smacking right into him.

You had the audacity to look affronted like you weren't the one who rudely barreled into him. But then, you were grabbing his hand and pulling him into the bushes with you. Finally, he tried to speak, and you actually slapped your tiny hand on his mouth and shushed him.

Steve had wanted to bite your hand, but then guards were running past. They checked in the garden for a couple of seconds before they kept moving. You removed your hand from your own volition with a relieved sigh.

"Why are the guards chasing you?" Steve demanded in his tiny voice.

"Because I stole cookies from the kitchen," you say in an unmistakable tone as you pull out a cloth filled with stolen goods.

"Why are you stealing from the castle?" Steve frowned.

You frowned back at him. "Because my daddy took me here because I'm supposed to meet Prince James. I met Prince James and he was terribly annoying so I told him we should play hide and seek and he's been hiding for the last...hour now. Then, when I was wandering around, I heard some of the maids say the king had another son and he was sad because his mother went to heaven. So, I'm trying to find the sad boy to give him cookies because cookies usually make things better."

You were such a talker and a rambler.

The entire thing shocked Steve. He stared at you for a long moment, and then, "I'm not sad," he mumbled.

You blinked at him, realization dawning. You offered the cookies a little more to him.

"You should eat the cookies, I stole them for you, you know. Risked my life and all."

Steve couldn't help his lip curling up as he took one. For once, something other than sadness filled Steve's tiny body. The cookie tasted better than all the fancy meals he's ever eaten.

Suddenly, another tiny body burst into the garden, the bushes being pulled apart.

"You dirty little liar! You tricked me!"

And then it was always the three of you. You were the glue that kept everything together. He felt something immediately. The connection was instant. So, you were wrong.

If Steve didn't feel something for Lady Carter now, he never would.

He was too busy feeling something for you.

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Steve heard it through the grapevine. It was the worst thing he could ever hear.

You were to be married to the crown prince.

You were to be married to Bucky.

The heir hadn't been announced yet, but Steve couldn't kid himself. The three of you knew the truth. Bucky was the only one who could be named the crown prince. Bucky would be the one to ascend the throne, and you were going to be his queen.

That's what the king had wanted to talk to you about during the ball. The king thought you were perfect, exactly what was needed to help rule the kingdom, to help guide Bucky along.

Steve cut down his practice target without a hitch. His swing is so powerful and harsh that wood splinters everywhere.

"Steve."

Steve doesn't turn around. He knows it's you, but he can't face you right now. Not when it feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest like you and Bucky personally dug your hands in and dragged it out.

"Steve," you plead.

Steve feels hands touch his arm without hesitation. That was something else Steve loved about you. You never shirked from him. He turns around to see you looking up at him, eyes pleading for him to understand.

"Why did you hide it from me?" Steve asked.

"I didn't, I—" You take a deep breath. "I didn't know either. The king said he liked me and thought I was good for Bucky. I didn't know an engagement would be announced."

"So, you don't want it?" Steve asks briskly.

You purse your lips at Steve. "I don't know," you answer honestly. "Bucky and I...we bicker a lot. It's all fun and games and there's tension, but I don't know. I love and care for him, just as I do you. This is hard for me too, you know."

Then, Steve's shoulder releases their tension. He sags, and you let out a sigh of relief that Steve is no longer angry.

"You know this doesn't change anything, right?" You tell him softly as you hug him, propriety be damned. "You're always going to be my best friend."

Steve rests his chin over your shoulder. You're soft and warm.

Bucky has known soft and warmness all his life.

Why does he deserve you too?

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Steve tried to believe you. He really did.

He let things go on, desperate that you were right, that it changed nothing.

But it does. Steve knows it.

And Bucky knows it, too.

Steve wonders how he missed it. How he missed Bucky being in love with you too. The bickering becomes less, and Bucky is trying to woo you.

And you're falling for it.

You're saying this wasn't to change anything, but it was.

You're slipping through Steve's fingers. You're leaving where you stood with him and moving next to Bucky.

"Bucky—"

"Shh, doll, you don't want anyone to hear you, do you?"

A low moan makes its way out of your throat.

"You're the one who dragged me here," you accused Bucky with a pant.

"Can't help it, you're too fuckin' pretty, and you're mine," Bucky growled.

"We're not married yet," you warn him, but your needy moans give your real feelings away.

"We're as good as. They're going to announce who the crown prince is soon. Once they do, let's get married."

"Bucky—"

"Shh, doll, I'm starting to think you want to be caught," Bucky moans suddenly. "You're clenching so tight around my fingers. Fuck, I'm going to ruin you on our wedding night."

The pants and low moans continue, unaware of the figure that stood next to the crept door against the wall.

Steve clenches his jaw, listening to your needy moans before he's had enough. He pushes himself off the wall and walks away quietly and unnoticed.

You said it wasn't going to change anything, but you were wrong again. It changed everything.

"I want the throne."

The king looks up, amused to see his other son standing there.

"You?" He muses. "The son of a concubine? Are you hallucinating?"

Steve stands his ground.

"The son of a king, nonetheless. I'm going to challenge Bucky for the throne and I will have you seriously consider me."

"Insolent," the king drawled. "Just like your mother, but I supposed that's why I loved her so much," he smirks.

The king stands and makes his way towards Steve.

"Alright," the king humours him. "The announcement will be three months from now. Show me you are worth considering. Show me you can command respect and loyalty. Show me you are competent on missions. Show me you have allies backing you for the throne."

Steve nods, bowing stiffly before he turns and makes his way out.

If you were going to step forward, Steve would, too, even if it meant he needed to push Bucky one step back.

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Steve may have been the forgotten prince, but he was still a prince nonetheless. He took the same lessons as Bucky did, and though he seemed nonchalant about them, he picked them up faster than Bucky.

The whispers storm the castle when news breaks out the Steve is fighting for the throne. It throws a wrench between the three of them.

"How could you do this?" Bucky hisses. "Have you been plotting against me all along?"

Steve shook his head. "I would've been happy to follow you, Buck."

"What changed?" Bucky demanded, but Steve wouldn't say.

Bucky grimaces. The only change that happened recently—

"You want her," Bucky both breathes out and accuses him.

Steve tenses, and Bucky has his answer.

"You're going to betray me because of her?" Bucky frowns. "This is an entire kingdom, Steve. You have no idea what you're doing."

"My entire kingdom is her," Steve shakes his head. "If I need to rule the rest of the people so she'll be mine, I'll do it."

"You're crazy," Bucky shook his head. "But fine. Let's see who will come out on top then. Who gets to be the king and who will get the queen."

Steve remains while Bucky storms off.

It is days before you confront him.

"Why are you doing this, Steve?" You plead. "You said you never wanted the throne. You said what you wanted was to be a good husband. You don't need the throne for that."

Steve is training again. He stops when you approach him.

"You said it wasn't wrong for me to want more," Steve mumbled. "This is what I want. Being the forgotten prince isn't enough anymore."

You feel tears well up in your eyes that Steve brushes away.

"You're going to hate each other in the end," you weep. "This is going to hurt us all."

Steve tries to pull you in a hug, but you resist. He sighs.

"As long as you don't hate me, we'll be okay."

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Steve is quickly moving up the ranks. He's gaining speed on Bucky.

During training, Steve demands the respect of the knights by defeating them all in battle. And when Bucky and Steve have a mock battle meant to be friendly, Steve shows no restraint in defeating Bucky.

Steve earns loyalty when he's given a mission to fight off soldiers from another kingdom from invading a village. He saves more than half his men in battle.

Steve's days are no longer filled with dallying off with you, sitting by lakes and drawings, or going horseback riding. He spends his days in battle strategy meetings and entertaining guests to win them to his side.

Surprisingly, it is Lord Stark, Duke of York, that becomes his biggest ally. Lord Stark doesn't quite agree with Steve on everything but agrees even less with Bucky that he supports Steve's play for the throne.

He gathers allies here and there as he moves. He's becoming even forces with Bucky, who still has many supporters.

Who still has you.

It burns him worse than anything. Steve misses you, but he learns to stay away and make you miss him.

It helps that Steve's success makes Bucky more irritable. He's more irritable, but you're the only one who can calm him down, and it makes Bucky hang on tighter, knowing it also grates on Steve.

Soon, Steve thinks. As long as he's announced as the crown prince, you can return to him.

➵➵➵☽☾➵➵➵

"Is this a joke?"

Steve's fuming. This entire thing was a farce—a trick. Was it meant to make him look like a fool?

"I wanted to see if you were actually my son. I couldn't imagine having one that used to sit all day by the lake with that girl. Now, I know you're a real man."

"So, why won't you give me the title!" Steve nearly screams, anger all the way up in his throat, a protruding vein in his forehead. "I have done what you said. I've commanded respect and loyalty. I've shown you I'm competent, and I showed you I have allies to back my claim for the throne!"

"So you could support James!" The king booms, and Steve feels it knock the wind out of his sails.

He feels cold.

"What?"

"So you could support James," the king repeats more seriously. "James will be taking the throne after me and he needs someone competent and strong to support him. He has his future queen but he needs a right hand man."

The entire thing slowly unravels and dawns on Steve. His old man never intended to give him a real chance for the throne—a real chance for you. Anything he's done, it was meant for Bucky. As if Bucky couldn't do it on his own.

And then Steve's laughing deliriously.

Everyone.

Everyone was trying to take you from him.

Like it wasn't meant to be, that you were going to have to slip through his fingers, and he would just have to accept it.

Turning around, Steve begins to walk away.

"Steve!" The king calls. "Steve!"

But Steve doesn't see the need to listen to the king anymore.

➵➵➵☽☾➵➵➵

"I'm sorry, Steve."

Steve turns around to see you standing a couple of feet away. It's been a while since the two of you have been to the lake together. Everything seems to slip back to normal.

No one except the three of you and the king knows that Steve was never meant for the throne.

Steve doesn't say anything and listens to you approach him, carefully sitting next to him. It's quiet as the two of you gaze out onto the water, ripples occurring whenever a leaf drops.

"Would you have been happy to see me ascend the throne?" Steve asks finally.

He feels you tense beside him before you relax.

"Of course," you tell him. "If that's what you really wanted, Bucky and I would be happy to support you."

But there it is.

The sting in his heart.

You and Bucky? You were going to marry him even if Bucky didn't become king?

Has Steve lost you completely already without knowing?

No, Steve pleads as he places his head silently on your shoulder, letting you think that he's in pain from the throne he's lost.

Steve can't lose you. You are the reason the sad little boy grew up. Your cookies are now the reason why Steve understands that maybe the method doesn't matter as long as he gets the results.

➵➵➵☽☾➵➵➵

You're running through the castle.

Everything was on fire, and your dress is ripped at the ends.

How did this happen? It happened so quickly. One minute, you were sleeping in Bucky's arms, having snuck in, and the next, the Kingdom of Hydra had infiltrated the castle.

There were bodies of the maids and butlers on the ground as you passed. Bucky said he needed to go and that you needed to go hide, go be somewhere safe. There was so much fighting everywhere. The knights were all caught in a battle, and no one noticed you running through.

You entered the throne room, gasping at what you saw.

The king was dead.

His chest stabbed through, body left on the ground to bleed out.

You lift your shaky hand to your mouth in horror, trying to keep down the vomit that was threatening to come up.

You turned and ran.

You need to find Bucky. You need to find him and find Steve. The three of you need to get out of here. This kingdom is doomed.

When the lake comes into view, you hear swords clanking, and you carefully make your way to it. Everything in your heart hurts as you plead to God that it's Bucky or Steve there—that they're not dead.

Stepping into the pathway out of the bushes, your body freezes.

Steve is standing there, blood all over him with a cut on his cheek. His sword is locked in Knight Commander Brock Rumlow's chest. The enemy.

But you can't even celebrate because on the ground right behind him is Bucky. His eyes wide open, but you can tell he's no longer breathing as he sits in the pool of his own blood.

A shuddered gasp leaves your mouth, and Steve turns to see you as he rips his sword out, Rumlow's body hitting the ground.

Steve calls your name. "I—I came too late," Steve anguishes. He drops his sword and falls to his knees next to Bucky.

You stagger towards Bucky. Steve's holding Bucky's stab wound in his stomach as if trying to keep it all in, and maybe it would fix it. Bucky would come back. But blood merely pours over Steve's hands.

You lift your shaky fingers and shut Bucky's eyes.

He needs to rest.

"Did he—"

"It was painless, I think," Steve chokes.

"Did he have any last words?" You can't see anymore, tears overflowing from your eyes.

"Just...just to take care of you," Steve's eyes are rimmed red, and you choke on a sob, couching over Bucky's body, not caring that his blood was getting all over you.

"I'm sorry," Steve whispers. "I'm sorry."

But you shake your head. It wasn't Steve's fault he arrived too late.

Bucky was gone.

➵➵➵☽☾➵➵➵

The knights fall under Steve's command, and through the long hours of battle, Steve manages to stop the invasion. They kill every single last one of Hydra's knights and soldiers.

They suffered a loss, though. The king was dead, and so was Bucky, the one meant to be crown prince, though no one knew that.

The people look to Steve, and Steve lets the burden fall on him. You can tell Steve didn't want the throne like this, that he's suffering under it all too. The coronation happened so fast, you don't even remember it.

They rebuild slowly. Steve is busy every day making plans to wage war upon the Kingdom of Hydra.

And Steve does take care of you like Bucky asked. When you couldn't stand at the funeral. When you couldn't stop crying in the middle of the night. Steve was there.

You were surprised he could make time for you. Between all the new responsibilities he had and...Lady Carter coming around more often; it must've been a lot.

You could tell Lady Carter wanted Steve to court her, to make her queen consort, but you could only remember Steve's words of indifference during the ball—when he said he felt nothing for her.

You wonder if that's changed.

Your father was trying to urge you to return home, that Bucky wasn't there, and so, you had no reason to either when he saw Lady Carter around.

But you couldn't leave, not from Steve's comfort and not when Steve needed you, too.

"Steve?" You call softly.

Steve's hiding away in the garden since his councilmen find him too quickly at the lake.

Steve turns to you, and you notice how tired he is.

"Or should I refer to you as your highness now?" You try to tease, thankful that Steve still has enough to lightly smile at you.

"I'll always be just Steve to you," he tells you softly. "Right?"

You soften, warming at his words as you crawl into the bushes with him. The two of you are long gone from being just two kids who fit easily together once upon a time.

"Of course," you tell him fiercely, looping your arm around his.

The two of you bask in silence once more as Steve strokes your hand, playing with the ends of your fingers.

"They're starting to hound on me to take a queen," Steve says finally. "That we'll be unstable until I do so."

You swallow.

"Oh," you say for lack of anything else. "Are you going to ask Lady Carter? She's been here often and rumour has it you're courting her. She'll make a fine queen, terrible tea parties and all," you pat his hand.

But Steve shakes his head.

"I can't take Lady Carter," Steve sighs stressfully. "I don't—trust her. She doesn't know me. She'll never know or understand me."

"Steve..."

Steve turned his head to you, eyes blue and pleading.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but I can't—I can't do this without you," Steve shakes his head. "I—will you marry me?"

Shock locks your body up. You've never—Steve was...

But he looks at you, scared and pleading, and you're reminded that Bucky is gone.

And you understand Steve—that there is no one who will know or understand you now either.

The two of you only have each other now.

You find yourself nodding.

"Of course, Steve," you whisper, patting his hand comfortingly. For yourself or for him, you'll never know. "I'll marry you."

➵➵➵☽☾➵➵➵

The wedding moved so fast, it felt like a blur. You were being pulled left and right for preparations, and the day of, everything was perfect.

Steve was a gentleman, smiling the entire way through to keep you comfortable. He kept you at his side when he sensed your nervousness.

The daughters of many noblemen looked at you in envy, burning anger in Lady Carter's case.

Everyone is congratulating you, and all you can think of is how Bucky isn't here. That at one point, it would've been Bucky standing next to you.

You wonder if the roles were reversed, if Steve had been the one who was supposed to inherit the crown all along, would you have fallen for Steve? Mourn his absence like you did Bucky?

It isn't long until the evening is over and the night creeps in. You nervously tug off the intricacies of your wedding gown, letting it fall to the floor before you fall back on Steve's bed.

The room of the king. Ginormous mattress and plush pillows. It's your room now too.

Steve slowly took off his shirt and pants, crawling onto the bed over you.

You feel a wave of anxiety wash through you. The time has come to fulfil your marital duties, but you didn't think it would happen so fast.

"Are you nervous?" Steve asks quietly as he presses soft, warm kisses over your face.

You feel the tension slowly begin to bleed out when his lips flutter over your eyelids and nose.

"I—a little," you tell him honestly. "Bucky and I...we fooled around but we've never—"

And Steve feels a hot burn of desire flush down to his cock. Pleased by the fact that he'll be the only one to touch you in that way has possession stirring in his gut.

Steve has so many plans for you tonight. He's going to break you apart, piece by piece until you only will ever remember him and then put you back together.

Your eyes flutter close as Steve caresses your cheek.

"I've waited a long time for this, sweetheart," Steve mutters, and before your eyes can open, Steve swoops down and captures your lips in an ardent kiss. He groans at the taste of you. He needs to taste more.

He kisses you and kisses you until you're breathless. Then, he begins to kiss down your jaw, neck, and collarbone.

"Steve..." you breathe, and it spurs him on.

Steve caresses your breasts, squeezing them and moulding them in his hands until you’re pliant and soft to his touch. When he takes a hard pebble in his mouth, you hiss at his warm tongue swirling and nipping at you.

What was Steve doing? It was just marital duties. Why was he taking his time? But you know Steve is a good man, he wants this to be good for you too, and by God, it was doing something to you.

Steve moves further and further down, leaving wet kisses down your body. You feel yourself tensing when he gets closer and closer to his destination.

"Wait, Steve—" you breathe, not sure if you're ready to have his mouth on you. It's too—much. Awkward. You've barely kissed Steve until today.

But Steve ignores you, wrapping his strong arm around your thighs to spread you open for him. Flattening his tongue, he presses against you as he moves languidly up, tasting you so intimately. His tongue narrows as it reaches up to your clit, flicking it.

"Oh, god," you gasp, your hands flying down to bury themselves in Steve's hair.

"You taste so good," Steve moans against you. He was so hard right now; it was almost painful. But he wants to taste you more, taste you when you're cumming on his tongue.

Steve eats you out with vigour, his tongue exploring every crevice and probing inside you. Your back arches off the bed at the sensation, but he keeps you strapped down by your thighs.

You feel the heat creeping up inside you, swirling in your gut as it starts to build. Your hands grasp at Steve's hair, unsure if you want to push him away or pull him closer.

There's a lingering sense of shame and embarrassment as your hips buck into Steve's face.

"Steve—" You call his name sharply, feeling something rising and about to spill over inside you.

Steve doesn't stop. If anything, it encourages him as he licks your pussy unrelentingly. The moment he fastens his lips on your swollen clit, you seize his hair frighteningly tight as you pull him close, hips rubbing into his mouth as you let out a low groan.

A moan in the back of Steve's throat hums as your slick gushes into his mouth and chin. You taste so delectable; he can feel you clenching on his tongue, desperate for something bigger to hold onto.

Pulling up, Steve licks around his mouth as he crawls back up your body. You're gasping and panting, your hands falling from his head and onto his shoulders.

Steve kisses you again, making you taste yourself on his tongue. He rubs your tongue with his, licking into your mouth and grinds against you. His hardness makes you jump a little, a noise of surprise leaving your mouth before Steve presses you into the bed.

"You're so soft," Steve sighs, his hand caressing your body as it moves down. He gropes your breast once before his hand keeps moving. "So perfect."

You let out a whine when Steve's fingers drag through your wet folds, his fingers pressing tightly against you as he circles your clit.

"I can't wait until you're cumming on my cock, but I need to get you ready," Steve mutters. "I'll fuck you so good, sweetheart. It'll be just you and me, like it was always meant to be."

You're delirious when Steve immediately shoves two fingers into you. You let out a sharply drawn breath as Steve thrusts his fingers in you at a fast pace. He spreads his fingers inside you, stretching you before he curls his fingers to draw your pleasure out.

Steve uses his other arm to prop himself up above you, wanting to see your face clearly when you cum on his fingers.

"Does it feel good?" Steve asks you, his voice rough with want and desire.

You let out a moan in response, but Steve wants to hear more. When Steve finds that spongy, slightly bumpy area in you, you let out a cry. Steve strokes the area over and over, and you feel like you're going to snap.

You're so close again—so close.

But then Steve slows down.

"Steve—" You whine, too gone in the pleasure to care how wanton you sound.

"Does it feel good?" Steve asks again.

"Yes, yes, yes—" You rush out. "Please—"

And then Steve's fingers start moving again, and you almost cry with relief.

"That's right," Steve coos at you. "Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. I'm going to take such good care of you."

Steve swings his thumb around, pressing against your clit firmly as he circles around the swollen nub.

You fall off the edge immediately.

"God," Steve groans, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers, drawing him in. "You're gonna feel so good aroun' me."

Pulling his fingers out, pleased by your whine, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks it clean. You taste so good, and you were his to taste now.

You're breathing harshly, coming down from your second high as Steve pulls your limp body towards him, spreading your legs around him. He strokes his cock a couple times, groaning at the slight relief of tension in him.

You look down at him and almost gasp at his cock. He was big and thick. You weren't sure if it was going to fit inside of you. But Steve was already rubbing his cock against your juices, slicking himself up.

"Steve, I don't—"

Steve climbs over you, caging you in his arms as he sucks on your swollen bottom lip.

"Shh," he soothes you. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make you feel so good, and haven't I made you feel good so far?"

You nod unsurely.

"It's going to be so much better," Steve tells you, "Gonna make you mine."

There was something dark and a little sinister about his words, but he doesn't give you much time to ponder about it as his tip starts to enter you.

The stretch is overwhelming and burns a little.

"Noo," you moan out, your hips trying to draw away, but Steve holds you close, forcing more of his cock inside you. "Steve, it hurts."

"Just a little more, sweetheart," Steve kisses you. "You're being so good right now. Just a little more."

Steve forces his way through until he bottoms out in you, groaning as he does.

"You're so tight," Steve is nearly blind with pleasure. "So good. So warm. All mine."

Steve stills, merely enjoying your hot heat encasing him and also giving you time to adjust to him. He doesn't want to hurt you. You're being so good, and he wants you to enjoy him.

Minutes pass as Steve kisses you everywhere on your face with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Finally, the burn starts to go away, and you feel the need for him to just—move.

Steve senses it right away with the shift of your hips and begins to pull out to his tip before thrusting back in. You moan right next to his ear. He tries to be slow and gentle, but the sounds you make are so lewd and dirty, like you're just begging for it.

Soon, Steve's gripping your hair as he thrusts brutally into you.

"There's my girl," Steve grunts as you writhe underneath him. "Look at you, stretched out and trembling."

You feel so full, so hot. It was dirty, the way you could hear the wet noises of your pussy filling the room as Steve fucked you. The familiar heat comes back with a vengeance, coiling tightly.

Sweat drips down your forehead as you hold onto Steve, legs wrapping around his hips to keep him close.

"Steve, I'm—"

"That's right, sweetheart," Steve mutters as he snaps his hips into you. "You're cumming, aren't you? You're gonna cream all over my cock."

You whine, his words making the tension tighter inside you.

"I want you to remember this," Steve presses a sensual kiss to your lips, licking inside your mouth. "I want you to remember that it's me making you cum. No one else. It's only ever going to be me that's making you cum. You want that, don't you? Want me."

Somehow, Steve moves faster inside you, pulling your hair back to kiss your throat.

Oh, god, the coiling was tightening more and more.

"Yes, yes, yes," you mumble. "It's you. Please, please make me cum." You're so desperate right now.

"Go on, sweetheart," Steve tells you as he moves his hand down to swipe at your clit.

You shatter underneath Steve, your walls gushing and clenching at Steve's cock, pulling him in and just begging to never let him go.

"Shit," Steve swears at the feel you, but he ploughs on. You barely have time to settle over your orgasm before Steve builds another one in you and makes you cum again, overlapping the first.

His thrusts get harsher and more jagged until—

"I'm gonna cum," Steve grits out. "Gonna cum deep inside you, then you'll really be mine. Always perfect, always mine."

You're still coming down from your orgasm before you look at Steve for a moment. His face becomes open, the way it always does with you. It contorts into pleasure as you feel his hot ropes of cum painting your insides.

Your legs feel like jelly, and you feel sated. Steve remains inside you, his cock still not finishing pumping. He only softens a little, but the thought of you keeps him from going completely limp.

He begins to slowly thrust again.

"Steve—" You groan. Your arms are boneless, but they grip at his hip, trying to push him away. It was good, but it was too much now. The pleasure of his thrusts was borderline on pain. "I can't anymore."

"No," Steve mutters as if he doesn't even register you. "Gotta fuck you again. Gotta make sure you don't remember what he feels like in you."

"Steve?" You call his name before a wrecked cry makes its way out of you.

He likes the way his name falls from your lips. It sounds just the way it's supposed to. Your nails dig into his hips before Steve grabs both of them, forcing them over your head into the mattress.

Cries and whimpers start to fall from your lips as Steve hushes you, kissing you tenderly as he rutts inside you. Even with the pain, your body still reacts to him, pulling him in further.

"Until you love me, sweetheart," Steve tangles your fingers together. "We're finished when you tell me you love me."

➵➵➵☽☾➵➵➵

Steve never planned for Hydra to infiltrate the castle. It was too close to home, too close to you, and Steve would never put you at risk.

He already has his plans. First, poison the king with an airborne product Lord Stark had created. He would get weak and weary until he died peacefully in bed.

And Bucky? Well, Bucky would die on his next mission. A faulty horse or perhaps to save one of his knights—one of Steve's knights. He would die a hero and be revered like he deserved.

But all things considered, Steve never took things for granted. So, under all the chaos, Steve snuck into the throne room where he knew his father would be hiding.

The king had been happy to see him, thinking Steve was here to secure him to safety. It was why it was so easy to plunge his sword through his back.

Bucky, though, was a little more complicated.

"Steve, you need to go get her and get out of here," Bucky shouts at him while locked in a fight with Rumlow. Eventually, Bucky gets the upper hand, jabbing his elbow into Rumlow's face and knocks him down.

"I will keep her safe, I always have," Steve said calmly as he steps forward.

"Good, I—what do you think you're doing?" Bucky hisses as Steve raises his sword against him.

"I love you, Bucky. As far as half-brothers go, no one will ever be able to replace you," Steve tells him. "But I also want her and you're getting in the way of that."

"You're going to kill me over her?!" Bucky hisses. "I love her too but I would never kill you to have her!"

"That's why I know I love her more," Steve shakes his head. "You have all the things you could ever need. I had nothing but her. Why couldn't you just let me have her?"

"She isn't a prize to fight over!" Bucky snarls. "She loves me, she always has."

"She'll learn to love me too."

Steve brings his sword down, and the two of them fight like they had during the mock battle, but the stakes are so much higher. But just like the mock battle, Steve gains the upper hand and drives his sword through Bucky's stomach.

For a moment, everything is still, and Steve feels his stomach drop, knowing he's fallen and there's no going back.

"Bastard," Bucky gasps as Steve yanks his sword back, letting Bucky fall to the ground. "Stay away from her, you hear me? Keep your sick hands off her."

"I'm sorry," Steve kneels and apologizes as if he didn't hear anything. "I'll take care of her."

Bucky wants to say something else but no longer has the energy and can't find his voice. The light fades away with ease as he stares at the night sky.

"Hah."

Steve turns to see Rumlow standing, wiping his busted lip where Bucky hit him.

"Well, I didn't realize there was such discord here. A prince killing another prince, his own half-brother? You might just be Hydra material."

Steve stands, readying his sword again.

"You know nothing you speak of." Steve frowns before Rumlow charges him.

They stand, swords locked against each other.

"Hydra is nothing but a barren wasteland. None of you know how to want anything other than your own demise," Steve's face is harsh.

"I want something that gives me life—meaning. And it was going to belong to the king. So, I'm going to ascend the throne because you see, I want what the king has."

Steve slides his sword down and swings Rumlow's right out of his hand before he drives his sword right up through Rumlow's chest.

And he hears your shuddered gasp.

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ceo levi falling in love?

author note :: THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE?? levi in the modern world is just always enjoyable for me. anyways it’s just lots of shy ceo levi and secretary reader :-) as always requests are open feel free to stop by !! :D word count :: some how i got to 2.4k,,,, i promise it was an accident it doesn’t feel that long

levi falls in love slowly. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he looks at you one day during a company meeting and is unable to understand why he can’t take his eyes off you

usually he’s able to shift his focus away but he’s stuck in place despite his efforts to look away

the entire meeting is him occasionally humming his approval at all the proposals and prospective business plans being presented to him

when, truly he is NOT listening at all. he’s trying to figure out when the hell and why the hell he began to feel this way for you.

it gets to a point where he’s so distracted over it he ends the team meeting early

everyone in the room exchanges worried glances between each other.

mr ackerman, letting them leave early? that’s a first but HEY!! they’ll take it!!

as everyone disperses out of the room he’s sitting with his back hunched in his plush office chair when he then comes to the realization that he has no idea when he did fall for you,,,,, it just sorta happened????

well, you are basically around him 24/7 and help him with everything but, his newfound feelings still catch him by surprise

at first he’s scared. the feeling is odd and the way his chest tightens as he speaks to you doesn’t feel right at all.

“any specific type of tea for today?” you ask waiting for his response

the rope squeezes at his heart and he squirms around a little.

“u-um, the usual is just fine”

WHY DID HE TRIP OVER HIS WORDS...??

WHY...????

but AGAIN he ignores it, he knows it’s for the best if he doesn’t get emotionally involved with you.

for the record, levi’s definition of emotionally involved is dating you, he doesn’t know that despite not dating you he is very much still emotionally involved with you

he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings though and the fact he likes you goes unnoticed by literally everyone

well, it does stay that way for a little while

that is until someone else expresses interest in you.

it’s a normal friday evening but for some unknown reason he can’t stop himself from clenching his jaw when he walks past you and overhears jean the new head of marketing ask if you’re single

levi is stood behind you and turns to hand his chilling stare to jean who slowly notices. he looks like his knees are about to buckle. “?,&:£:& sorry for asking,,, i’ll...... get going......”

levi just grunts in annoyance glaring at him even as he scurries out the hallway.

you turn to look at him and happily smile “ahhh thank you, i didn’t know how to turn him down he just joined the team so you know, it was weird he asked that”

levi just nods and tells you to get back to work and he hears you squeak out a “yepyepyep!!!”

levi is also very in denial about the way he feels

one day it’ll be “yeah i like y/n” the next it’s “no i do not...that is literally SO stupid. me??? in love?? never.”

also, when you accidentally brush past his skin he can’t help but tense up slightly and look anywhere but where you’re touching him

one time you place a hand on his forehead to check on his temperature because you do not trust him to be honest about having a fever

the scent of your vanilla perfume it’s sweet and simple but it makes him feel incredibly shy for no reason at all

GOD.

he feels like a stupid flustered school boy

ALL THIS OVER SOME PERFUME??

the man can’t even handle looking you in the eye. he’s reading his paperwork acting as nonchalant as possible when he’s really just freaking out

is my forehead sweaty?

fuck, fuck, fuck how do i look up close?

his thoughts are so jumbled up he doesn’t know how to respond to you when you ask if he’s really doing okay

“your cheeks are bright red, maybe you do have a fever?” you’re frowning and rummaging through your bag hoping to find something to help his pounding headache

but all he’s doing as he sits at his desk is nervously opening and closing his pen by the lid

he can’t tell if his face is red because he’s ill or because he likes you

and it’s driving him CRAZY??

wait a second.

does he like you? or does he like-like you?? or does he lo- no he does not love you that is absurd

what really cements his feelings for you is the day he’s unable to reel his mouth back in.

he just starts rambling about everything that has been stressing him out recently

the new company merger, developing new product designs, reviewing humongous stacks of paperwork, attending all these long meetings

he is being driven to his breaking point and you stand there taking it all in

“hey, take the day off.” your soft voice cuts him off mid sentence and he looks at you like you just told him to curl up into a ball and die

take a day off???? he does not have the time to take a day off??

he assumes you’re frustrated by his behaviour and begins to apologize. “i’m sorry that was unprofessional i shouldn’t have don-”

“i’ll finish the paperwork. your next meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. it’s okay to take a breather.” you pick up the stack of documents and move to transfer them over to your desk

but levi is persistent.

he stands in your way and you look at him expecting him to step out

“there is no need for that.” his tone is firm but you’re still defiant

“it’s my job as your secretary to alleviate your workload.” you don’t even spare him a glance and he feels like he’s burdening you now

sure, you are his secretary but allowing you to complete all that work on your own is ludicrous

waltzing around him you beeline towards your desk but again he steps in your way interjecting your path

“lev-”

your face morphs into a mortified expression and you panic, you did not just call him by his first name AT WORK

“i mean,” [insert an anxious yet deliberate cough] “mr ackerman.”

“listen, i understand you’re very stressed sir but i’ll finish the work off so please rest up. you need to be refreshed for tomorrow’s company dinner with the investors.”

you’re pleading he takes your advice but all he can do is blink in confusion

you would do that for him???

are you really just diligent and caring or,,, does he maybe have a chance at asking you out?

but again as quick as the idea enters his head it leaves.

asking you out sounds absurd to him, you deserve way better than someone like him

levi is having another one of his jealous moments

you’ve latched yourself onto reiner braun’s arm at the company dinner and he turns away frustrated

you look really pretty

like,,, sUPER pretty

like,,, drop dead gorgeous

he clears his throat when you both make eye contact

you perk up a little and your hand raises to wave at him but levi is so horrible at interacting with you he ends up ignoring you completely...

the pit of fire in his stomach flares up when he hears reiner compliment you, he’s surprised you even accept it and thank him

now, levi is not annoyed because you don’t deserve the compliment.

no, no, no you deserve all the compliments under the sun as far as he’s concerned but what the hell does “you look way better than normal.” even mean??

he thinks you look pretty every day so he’s just a tad bit offended by it

and he only begins to realize he’s in too deep when he sees the way reiner is getting a little too handsy for his liking

he doesn’t interrupt by saying anything even though he really wants to, you seem to not mind reiner’s touch

so he won’t step in between that, it’s not even any of his business

but it certainly doesn’t stop his displeasure from being blatantly obvious and displayed on his face

“ahhh mr ackerman, if it isn’t a pleasure to see you?”

levi hears an investor greet him but his eyes are glued on you.

you’re laughing so hard at one of braun’s jokes and he feels the same flame in his stomach.

it’s rising and reaches his chest igniting once again and he narrows his eyes finally looking away

he’s not going to spare you another glance this entire evening instead he’ll occupy himself with business talk

“mr acker-”

spinning on his heel he twists around and is face to face to with one of his close sponsors erwin smith

he smiles and the two shake hands discussing new company developments and shared work stress before some how shifting to each other's personal lives

“seeing anyone?” erwin’s question makes levi stiffen and his eyes flick towards where you were just standing a while ago

you’re no longer there but he spots you a little further away now sitting alone

you look a little lost and he feels a sudden and strong magnetism

he wants to approach you to talk so badly, and as his eyes scan around the room he sees reiner occupying himself in a suggestive conversation with a lady from HR

she’s definitely trying to flirt and he’s reciprocating easily

oh, so you’ve been ditched...?

is reiner OK???

first the backhanded compliment

now he’s ditching YOU???

it makes levi feel a little angry and frustrated

he doesn’t even notice at first because he’s so deep in thought but erwin leans in to whisper in his ear. “i know that look, go talk to your crush.”

“we’re much too old for you to be using the term crush. it makes it sound childish.” levi grumbles before taking a sip from his wine glass

“i’ll go keep my secretary company. i’ve spoke to most of the other investors it should be okay.” the statement is more of a question but smith nods in response

“it’ll be more than okay, go get em’ tiger!” erwin lands a light punch onto levi’s shoulder and he grins before walking away

to levi’s disappointment he’s unable to speak to you

you end up getting dragged into conversation with some of the other employees and he doesn’t see you again

so much for talking to you, he couldn’t even get within a meters radius

he’s now out on the balcony for a breathe of fresh air, the past few hours have consisted of tedious and forced small talk with an investor’s daughter

her father has been BEGGING levi, even bribing him to consider marrying her but levi rejects every single time

there’s nothing wrong with the girl really

she’s well educated and quite pretty but... that’s all he knows about her?

AND no one beats you, even though he’s still kinda in denial about liking you

hell, not like that part matters he doesn’t even know the girl’s name what does her dad expect from him?

was it sharron? shana? he forgot her name as soon as it was said

much to levi’s dismay he hears an unexpected giggle behind him and then an arm slinks over his shoulder, the investor’s daughter has followed him out and is now pressing her chest against him awaiting a reaction

frankly, he wants to push her off BUT he’ll be in big trouble and lose a key sponsor if he handles this incorrectly

“could you please distance yourself?” he tries to intimidate the younger girl away with the bitter tone of his voice but it only seems to motivate her

“feisty one aren’t you?” she’s looking up at him through her lashes and her poor attempt at looking appealing only makes levi internally face palm

her index finger is drawing circles into his tie and he feels his breath hitch due to how uncomfortable she’s making him

“please move.” he requests for her to listen once again and he’s now taken a step back but she only follows and keeps her firm grip on his tie

she doesn’t seem to be letting up and there’s nothing he can really do about it.

he guesses he’ll just wait till she gets bored but the time passes at an excruciatingly slow rate

in this fifteen minute duration she’s played around with his hair which has SERIOUSLY annoyed him because he took time to style it

and he thought it looked pretty cool

now she’s only pushed and pushed further and further into his chest and he can feel her hot icky breath hit his neck

the veins in his forehead are twitching in expanding irritation and he doesn’t know how much more of this he can tolerate

“you’re making him uncomfortable.” levi’s head snaps to the right and there you are still as beautiful as the last time he saw you

your arms crossed over your chest and you’re looking the girl up and down

“and who might you be?” the way she scoffs seems to be enough to piss you off because your face morphs into a scowl.

big Yikes...you’re mad

“leave him alone.”

“you must be of no importance, we have no time for-”

“step away before i make a report on the grounds of sexual harassment.”

you flip your phone out smirk plastered across your face

“it’s all been recorded. know your place.” you’re unyielding and even levi is thinking??? wow??? you know how to not be nice??? because well, he’s never seen you this mad

just as you expect she barges out in a fury (not before flicking you off), you’ve left her brimming with rage and you feel rather proud of yourself

you release a content sigh

“do i get a raise for saving you or what?” you dryly jab

he’s always loved your straightforward jokes, they align perfectly with his blunt humour

he murmurs his appreciative thanks

“are you enjoying yourself?” he asks the question eager to know what your answer is

it’s another way he knows he’s falling way too deep for his liking

he never asks anyone else these trivial questions

“enjoyable. although reiner is a little.” you pause to find the correct words

“he just made me a little uncomfy, he’s very extroverted so i felt out of place. thankfully he’s preoccupied himself elsewhere.” the same lonely look from before returns to your face

yeah, it is kinda sucky to have your date ditch you

“you don’t have to tolerate-” levi starts then stops.

you’ve leant in to hear him after saying you can’t hear much over the hustle and bustle from inside

“the- i mean- what i’m trying to say is” he looks at you completely stunned trying to piece together what he wants to say

wOWIE!!!! you literally look so stunning up close he can not formulate a sentence, he has officially LOST IT

the words he say next fly out of his mouth after a lengthy internal struggle “fuck. what i’m saying is, what i mean is, you could always come as my date next time.”

now you’re the one looking at him stupefied.

again, he’s looking anywhere but at you

the closest he gets to it is taking a glimpse of your dress,

it’s black and suits you well with the little ruffles and all.

“i’d love that.”

the tips of his ears grow red in embarrassment but... YOU ACCEPTED???

NOW. levi is giddy on the inside but makes no move to make it obvious instead he opts to scratch his neck and give you an awkward thumbs up

you take note of his body language and the possible realization dawns on you

but you can’t really tell if it’s the doing of alcohol

either way you grab onto his suit and begin to lead the way back into the main hall

“may as well start being my date now? not like reiner’s coming back any time soon” he can’t see your face but he can tell you’re smiling as you speak

levi’s cheeks are bright red but he thanks the chilly night air and darkness for hiding the way he’s reacting

he won’t confess just yet, it’s too early and again he’s in major denial but when staring at the hand that holds onto his suit jacket his heart tingles a little

more like a LOT...

but really whatever it is the two of you have got going on right now it weirdly makes the both of you feel weak at the knees

to be honest, levi enjoys it

and so do you :-)

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Shinso x reader - Burning sensation

Fluff

Every morning at 7:00 you would meet shinso outside your dorm to head to school "Hey Hitoshi how ya doin this mornin" you asked sideling up to the boy who you had gotten to know quite well through your walks too and from school, and your time in class, and lunch, and training after school, you were never really away from each other actually. He took comfort in the time you spent together and you enjoyed talking to him and being his friend. It was pretty understandable why he didn't want to be friends, to begin with, but there was no way in hell you were letting the boy go through 3 years of school without any friends! So you made it your own personal mission to change his mind about you, and you were pretty chuffed when he actually stopped pushing you away yep this boat was firmly tied to the dock now. "I'm fine just tired" he was always tired.

The gleaming white windows of your school came into view lighting up the area around it like a child shining a magnifying glass on a bunch of tiny ants swarming to their colony. You nudged his side with your elbow getting his attention "SO I heard someone is getting transferred into the hero course next year!" you were so proud of him! This was his dream come true and he was finally getting his big opportunity "yeah it's pretty crazy" it was true he was more than thrilled to be joining the hero course but he felt like he was betraying you in some way, you should be in there with him! You were just as powerful if not more than he was. It didn't feel right leaving you "I can't believe it Hitoshi! I'm so happy for you, we should go get ice cream later to celebrate!" you walked through the door together weaving through the other people dotted around the corridor to reach your own classroom tucked away at the end . the thought hadn't even crossed your mind about how lonely you would be without Hitoshi, and it was coming up for the end of the year, you would have to cherish your time more than ever. "Ice cream sounds nice."

Th day went on rather uneventfully, thankfully it was lunch now so food was on the top of your mind "what should I get today?" you asked your lavender friend, you were determined to have everything on the menu at least once before you left school, you had quite a few options to go "what about a cappuccino and the udon?" it was pretty lucky he was keeping track of what you had and hadn't got yet otherwise you would never get close to finishing the challenge "you just want my cappuccino huh" you stepped up to the counter and ordered your food and drink which was ready in a flash thanks to lunch rush (give the dude some credit he does lunch for that entire school every day!) "maybe" he gave a lopsided grin and you rolled your eyes.

you both set off for a table near the back where you usually sat when a green-haired boy waving his arm caught your eye "hey Hitoshi is that one of your new classmates" you questioned gesturing to the freckled boy who was frantically trying to get his attention "oh yeah that's midoriya" he brushed off the topic and continued off to your table "hey wait you should go sit with them!" you called after the boy who groaned and span round his purple locks dangled in front of his eyes blocking his view fully but he could tell you weren't gonna let him leave. "but... why?" "because they're your classmates silly come on" you pulled him over to the table much to his dismay "h-hey shinso do you want to sit with us?" midoriya asked and everyone else at the table eyed him up like a flock of vultures inspecting there pray "can (y/n) sit too?" wait no what you weren't in that class why would you sit there? That was like... the top dog table right? "Of course!" oh well oh kay then guess you were one with the big leagues now. "Hi it's nice to meet you, I'm ururaka" she introduced herself with a big grin, you noticed she was holding her juice with 4 fingers and had pink pads in the middle of her fingertips "I'm (l/n) nice to meet you too" you sat down next to Hitoshi excited to make some new friends, maybe if you liked them he would like them more.

"So you and shinso are really good friends huh?" you nodded as you took a sip of your cappuccino and ultimately decided it was one of the less amazing things on the menu "yeah he's like my best friend and I'm pretty much his emotional support dog" you giggled and handed off the warm, bitter drink to him which he was more than happy to take off your hands "in all honesty she should be the one joining your class, daughter of the number 2 hero couldn't cut the hero programme" he teased and everyone else gasped "YOUR DAD IS HAWKS!" yep it was true you were the daughter of the number 2 hero hawks and someone else?? Mum didn't stick around long, your quirk was a little HOT TO HANDLE (roll with it) "what's your quirk! Can you show us!" midoriya begged from across the table which Hitoshi was not happy about he didn't like it when people gave you more attention than he did "um no I definitely cannot show you! But I can tell you what it iss" you sang and the boy grabbed a pencil and notepad out his bag "uh it's called Pheonix I have retractable wings... made of blue fire... and I can fly and shoot the feathers and I have the feather blades like dad and all that jazz" "she also has the same dumb personality" Hitoshi added and you gasped looking at him hurt "don't talk about my dad like that he loves you" he did actually like Hitoshi a surprising amount and you were pretty convinced he shipped you like a 15-year-old girl watching 2 boys in an anime about superheroes (-_-)

"But if your dad is the number 2 hero how come you aren't in the hero course" ouch. You gripped your chopsticks harshly "some bitch thought it would be funny to knock me out during the entrance exam and it was too late to get me in by recommendation" the chopsticks snapped splintering off into a bunch of smaller pieces. The lively nature of the cafe suddenly turned to one of concern when 2 mini puffs of thick smoke filtered out from the back of your blazer blanketing the roof and the smell of burning fabric infiltrated your noses "your burning" Hitoshi said from beside you "OH sorry sorry I didn't notice" you said and started to calm yourself down by stealing Hitoshi's lemonade "you must be upset about having to be in different classes after the new year" the boy with the bird head said. Well yeah but he wouldn't be leaving you completely, you opened your mouth to speak but before you could start Hitoshi started "I don't intend on letting her go half a year alone in that class, either she moves up or I go back down" he grit his teeth at the thought of you being alone in that class by yourself, and if it meant he had to give up his dream of being in the hero course he would. You smiled and then sighed when you realised you couldn't finish your udon since your chopsticks had transformed into toothpicks.

Ah yes, finally the end of the day. You and Hitoshi walked out of the nicely air-conditioned school into the dry blistering heat of the outside world "oh god whyyy" you cried and shook your fist at the sun then immediately regretted it as a bunch of white spots danced around in your eyes (FUN FACT THOSE ARE CALLED PHOSPHENES. Y'know, like phosphor) "so ice cream" you stumbled around trying to your friends and jumped when he put his hands on the back of your shoulders "just keep walking dummy" he said and you did so until you gained your sight back. "It's such a hot day this is evil" you crossed your arms angrily as you made your way to your house since you had decided to get changed before you got ice cream so that the sweltering heat didn't melt you both to a puddle of sweat and ew (THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING WITH OKAY).

"HEY DAD ARE YOU HOME?" you shouted into the house and a little red feather shot down to where you were standing "I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES THEN" you and shinso wandered up to your room dumping your bags with an audible thud "crop top and jeans?" you asked holding up your clothes and showing them off to Hitoshi "sure why not," he said and pulled out the bag of clothes in the bottom of your wardrobe that you kept there for him. "Vest and shorts?" he held up the clothes and you nodded and he descended down the hall to the bathroom waving to your dad as he went past. It was such a perfect day, it was too good to be overthinking little things like clothes or how lonely you would be without Hitoshi or what he meant when he said when he wasn't leaving you behind or how he really felt about you or- "how's my chicklet?" (hawk's most defining personality trait is that he likes chicken don't @me) your dad asked ruffling your hair "it is too hot to exist right now but Hitoshi and I are gonna get ice cream" you grinned and cracked open your window hoping a breeze would come through and cool you down a smidge. "Like a date?" "No dad it's not a date" "finneee have fun" he pouted and left you alone to get changed.

"Hey, Hitoshi what ice cream do you want?" you asked looking over the menu on the side of the truck that was parked in the park... "it's a vanilla day I think," you stepped up to the counter ordering your ice creams both with a flake obviously and sat on a cool metal bench which was hidden by the big weeping willow tree, it was your favourite spot in the whole park because it was always shady and the big tree made you feel like little kids again, you were so small in comparison and when the wind picked up the branches whipped around like a carousel and tangled together like a curtain to hide behind.

"hey you'll be okay in the class by yourself for a while right?" he asked and took a pit off his ice cream "I'll have to be won't I. I'm really proud of you you know that" you stole the flake that he was about to bite into and took a bite out of it letting the chocolate bit's fall off and land on your crop top melting almost instantly "I know. But I promise I'm gonna get you up there with me. You won the sports festival I don't know why they're taking me" (ROLL WITH IT) he stole your flake in retaliation and started eating his ice cream "because you deserve it stop doubting yourself" you preached. You listened to the cars drive by and the angry drivers honking at each other, in all fairness there were indicators for a reason. The bustling life of the city drowned out by the calm bubble surrounding the 2 of you "well you deserve it too (y/n)" he argued and you both burst into a fit of laughter knowing that it was almost impossible to be mad at each other and this wasn't even close to a reason.

"Hey I need to tell you something" he whispered taking a bite out of the sugary cone "oooh~ are you going to profess your undying love for me" you giggled not knowing what you were getting into in the next few minutes "yes... I am" ".....WHAT!" WELL, THIS TOOK A TURN "I like you. Like in a girlfriend type of way" he sighed when a big flake of his cone cracked and fell into the dirt under him "oh. This is unexpected" you whispered taking a bite out of your own cone getting crumbs down your top "if you don't feel the same it's okay I just wanted you to know" he pursed his lips and drew little circles in the dry dirt "no I do, I do feel the same I guess I just didn't realise I felt the same... does that make sense?" it probably didn't.

Of course, you felt the same, he had been your best friend for a while now so obviously you caught some feelings but you had never given them a title like, a crush or love or anything like that, they were just there. They would either go away or they wouldn't and now you were here. You were glad they hadn't "yeah it does" he smiled and the wind picked up a bit lacing the branches together to create th perfect veil as he leaned down and kissed you softly, it was nice and filled with love and admiration and your face turned soft pink and matched the heat of the sun beating down right now.

It didn't last long unfortunately as 2 pillars of smoke started coming out of your shirt and burning fabric once again took over your senses "NO NO NO NOT NOW COME ON" you shouted feeling the fabric separating on your back and you held the front of your crop top on your front "okay well we're gonna not do that for now" Hitoshi said calmy and you shot him a panicked glance gesturing to your unfortunate situation with your other hand. The back of your top fell off and you arched your back when it came into contact with the cold rugged bark of the willow tree "OKAY WELL NOT WALKING HOME LIKE THAT" he shouted and took off his vest throwing it to you and turning away.

You put it on quickly after you calmed down a bit and you weren't burning anything. "Okay you can turn around," you instructed focusing only on the branches in front of you "what not gonna look at me?" "nope" "why not?" you cleared your throat and clicked your tongue "because if I do this shirt will just burn off too and then we'll have to phone dad and get him to bring me a shirt and then he'll ask how I managed to burn two of my shirts off and then I have to listen to him go on and on like a 15-year-old girl about how he totally called that we would get together and then-" "alright I get it," he said putting his hand over your mouth 'well you just set yourself up for failure' you thought and licked his hand which he pulled back and wiped on your jeans "your gross" he chuckled and stood up wiping the dirt off his jeans and standing directly in your eye line putting his hand out to help you up. Which you didn't accept since you were rather busy ogling those goddamn washboard abs "well your not burning yet but you might be brain dead" he flicked your forehead and you shook your head slightly accepting his help up.

You started to walk home as the bright blue sky turned to a medley of tangerine and lavenders with pink brush strokes in between. "We should get ice cream more often," he said his honeyed voice cutting the silence held between you "I agree, we train so much we deserve it!" you exclaimed "you just wanna see me shirtless" he teased. It took every ounce of willpower you had to not burn the shirt off by accident but thankfully you didn't "pfft no. I want ice cream the shirtless thing doesn't have to be exclusively an ice cream thing" you pointed out nudging his shoulder with yours as your house got closer and he rolled his eyes wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you next to him like 2 magnets sticking to each other.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow Hitoshi," you said once you reached your door "yeah see you tomorrow," he said pecking your cheek and walking off down the road leaving you astonished at your door. "DAD YOUR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS" you screamed as you entered the house.

4 weeks later

"We have another student joining the hero course" the grumpy teacher announced and you bust into the 1-A classroom with your wings outstretched behind you "PUT THE GREMLIN BACK" shinso shouted from the back of the classroom "GO BACK UNDER THE BRIDGE YOU CAME FROM" you shouted back and took your seat next to him "dad wants to know if you're staying for dinner after training" you whispered, "yeah what are we having?" "chicken"

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