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ohmyasmodeus · 4 years

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳

as fun as the devildom is, it probably isn’t hard for mc to miss their home ♡ here are the boys being tender again !

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳

✧ Astute as he can be, it’s not something Lucifer notices at first. He knows that any human taken from their realm without warning would naturally miss their home, but he watches your growing progress and assumes that all is well; especially with the bonds you develop with him and his brothers.

✧ Your heartache is something you share with him in the silence of the more intimate moments when the both of you begin to grow closer. The pain of being so devastatingly far from everything you know is something Lucifer is all too familiar with, and he holds you as he softly encourages you to tell him what weighs on your mind.

“Tell me, my love,” he says quietly. “What do you miss the most about your home?”

“Everything.” You whisper, curling into him and resting your head on his chest. His hand comes to rest on your back, before he threads his fingers through your hair. You smile at the bittersweetness of it all. “But at least I have you.”

He kisses your head gently. “You always will.”

✧ He prefers if you talk about it. A distraction from the ache only works for so long, and he believes you’ll benefit more in the long run by acknowledging your feelings and letting him work through them with you. He rarely has time, but he always makes some for you when you need him. He’ll even listen to you while he’s in the middle of paperwork while you sit in his lap, pressing kisses to your cheeks.

✧ There are so many memories and emotions that he keeps close to his chest, but with you, he shares them in exchange for the vulnerability you show him. He mentions his own grief at times, talking wistfully about the things he loved the most about the celestial realm… Lucifer is a sentimental, old demon who has struggled with losing his identity and his home— and there is a solace he finds in sharing the grief with someone who understands him like nobody else.

♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯

✧ Being tasked to look after you makes Mammon more aware of changes in you than he would like to be— and frankly? It’s irritating as hell to him. It’s not like it’s any of his business when you start putting a damper on things! That’s how he feels at first, at least. The more time you two spend together, the more he’s inclined to quietly sidle up beside you and just kind of sit with you when you seem a little less energetic and up for fun than usual.

✧ “What?” He has to laugh almost incredulously when he finds out what you’re really moping about. “Oh, come on, quit acting like you’re never going to go home again!”

“Mammon, I’m going to beat your ass.” You huff, regretting ever deciding to open up to him.

“No, I’m going to beat your ass. You’ve got a whole new world to explore and you’re getting all sad about your old one?” Mammon grabs your hand triumphantly and pulls you to stand. “Get ready, because I’m gonna show you all the best parts about living in the Devildom!”

✧ Mammon makes it a point to distract you from getting too sad. He’s sure there are great things about the human world and some great memories made there, he himself would know, but he’d like to help you make amazing memories in the Devildom too. There’s always a new restaurant or a gimmicky attraction to visit, and he’s sure to drag you along and force you to have some fun! Your D.D.D is going to run out of memory with all the photos you two take together.

✧ But when the hurt gets too much, he settles in with you. He’ll let you put on the human music as he leans into your side, and while there’s not much he can say… at least you know that there’s someone by your side.

♡ 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯

✧ Saying that Levi is uncomfortable would be an understatement. It’s like being in a room with someone currently choking on something and completely forgetting how to do the Heimlich manoeuvre. He knows he’s meant to be doing something when you make that sad little face, but he doesn’t know what or how.

✧ He starts by saying, “Hey.” His elbow nudges yours on the desk in the middle of class.

“Hm?” You look up from your classwork, startled out of your thoughts.

“My stuff from Akuzon arrived today!”

“Oh. That’s great.” You give him a smile, and he feels better, until he notices that it’s still not the same smile that he’s used to getting from you. His leg starts to jiggle under the table as he gets a little nervous, but he persists.

“I ordered a collector’s edition copy of one of my favourite games, and- and the story might be wayyy too complicated for normies like you to understand, but playing it all over again alone would be pretty boring since-”

You don’t wait for him to finish his sentence before you latch onto his arm, chuckling with delight. “Oh? Does Leviathan want to share his games with an undeserving normie like me? Is this the third coming of Christ?”

You watch his face turn red from the teasing, and he furiously tries to stutter out excuses, which in turn makes you bury your face in his sleeve to muffle your laughter! It’s all too easy to forget about the homesickness and the heartache when Levi is so fun to wind up.

✧ It’s not easy for Levi to talk about emotions. It’s too easy to mess up, so he’d much rather try to make you happy, and bashfully watches your face as you focus on the game you two play together. He’ll wait, he decides as you two sit alone together. He’ll wait until you feel comfortable enough to tell him how you feel.

♡ 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯

✧ Satan probably keeps self-help books by the hundreds. He has had more than his fair share of strong emotions, aches that never seem to subside, and the bouts of rage that sends fire through his veins without a warning… Although your type of sadness is something that he has yet to experience. He has always had a home with his brothers, and tries to show you that you have the same thing.

✧ He does way too much armchair psychology at first. “You might be experiencing this sadness because of a lack of a sense of belonging, like a fish-”

“A fish out of water, I know.” You sigh as you lean into his side.

“I’m just saying.” Satan huffs.

“Can’t you just hold me for a bit? I just… I just want you to hold me.” Satan softens at your pleading, and can’t help but immediately shift to pull you into him, using a hand to guide your head to rest on his chest. It makes you smile, the way he acts so aloof but finds it the hardest thing to deny you anything you ask for.

✧ In time, he learns not to talk so much. It’s obvious that you already know what’s bothering you and why, so he goes with the flow and lets you guide him to do whatever he can to make you feel better. It’s wonderful to have the opportunity to be shown such a real side of you, and in return, he shows himself at his most genuine. It becomes easy to express his love when it’s just you and him, faces nuzzled into each other’s.

✧ Satan develops a habit of reading to you from whatever book he finds himself fixated on in the moment. He waits for you to seek him out when you feel the pain return and opens his arms to let you settle into him before he returns to his book, stroking your head gently as he begins to read out loud. He loves it when he can enjoy a good story from the human realm together with you, or at least soothe the ache in your chest with his smooth, soothing voice.

♡ 𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴

✧ Oh, Asmodeus has a thousand different salacious methods to distract you from your emotions. You can’t quite say that none of them work, because he always finds a way to have you melting in his arms while making all your thoughts slip away. You love it, you love him and every vaguely suggestive joke he makes about cheering you up, but sometimes you’d like him to read the room just a little more. It’s almost a little bit harder to open up emotionally with him.

✧ “You’ll get wrinkles if you frown so much!” Asmo sighs as he gently tilts your face up with a finger under your chin. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“I’m just… thinking,” You mumble.

Unsatisfied with the answer, Asmodeus shifts his hand to rest it on the side of your face, stroking your cheek with a thumb. You can’t help but lean into the touch, because Asmodeus feels like home to you. He may not know how to read the room, but the comfort he gives you is strikingly genuine, as honest as the concerned way his bright amber eyes gaze into yours. It’s as if he’s searching for an answer in them.

“Oh, sweetheart, starshine, ______, my dearest,” Asmodeus kisses your nose, and begins peppering your face in chaste kisses that you can’t help but lean into. “My sweet cherry, you know you can tell me anything… How can I make you smile again?”

And you smile.

✧ Asmodeus loves new experiences, and would encourage you to show him your favourite things from the human world. His favourite is when you watch human rom-coms together! He can wrap you in his clothes and give you a squeeze in his arms as the both of you squeal over the romantic moments in the show, joking about how you two should totally reenact them.

✧ You teach Asmo more and more about love and personal connection with each passing day, and while he hates the thought of you ever having to leave, he savours the moments in which he gets to be alone with you. For now, he is your home. He clings to you almost desperately, hoping that he can bring you as much happiness as you bring him.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘻𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘣

✧ Homesickness, missing everything you had, wondering about what could’ve been… Beelzebub is far from a stranger to these things. It’s easy for him to notice when you start to experience the same things that he does. He finds himself sitting closer to you on the days where your heart weighs heavier than it usually does, putting an arm around you quietly, even when the both of you are surrounded by his brothers. It’s his subtle way of letting you know that you can always depend on him.

✧ He keeps you company. In the darkness of your room, as the both of you settle in for the night, he holds your hand and gazes at you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Hm?” You softly press your forehead against his. It’s easy to forget how perceptive Beel can be due to the naïvete you’re used to from him, and it makes you smile.

“You looked sad today. I didn’t want to ask in front of everyone else, but I was worried…” Beel gives you the softest gaze as he kisses the hand of yours that he holds. “I’ll hold you tonight. I don’t want you to have any nightmares.”

✧ Having shared all of his heartache with you, Beel doesn’t hesitate to tell you to do the same with him. He keeps you warm in his arms while you talk about your pain, preferring to listen quietly as he presses soft kisses to your head. It hurts him to hear the sorrow in your voice, so he tries to cheer you up, reminding you that you’ll be home in no time, and saying that he hopes he and his brothers can visit you there!

✧ Beel likes sharing his comfort food with you when he notices that you’re feeling a little down. It’s relaxing to cook with him, though more often than not, it ends up in him hugging you from behind as he nibbles on your neck and mumbles about eating you instead. He likes pampering you, feeding you spoonfuls of hot soup or simple pasta while you sit in his lap.

✧ Beel also happens to be adorably protective when you have a bad day. “Don’t talk to ______ like that,” he mutters when his brothers fool around a little too much for his liking.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳

✧ Belphegor is hard to read and seems vaguely uninterested in your emotional state, seemingly preferring to mind his own business as he usually does. Even so, he tries to make things easier for you. It’s in the little details, the way he shifts in his nest of blankets and pillows to give you his favourite warm space to curl up into, or how he goes out of his way to serve you food.

✧ You two are out shopping and enjoying the freedom of the afternoon after school when he brings it up. He looks at you as you browse through the street vendor’s menu, noticing your distant expression.

“Are you going to act like this forever?” Belphie sighs. He takes your hand and orders food for the both of you in your stead, knowing that you’re never going to make a decision in a state like this.

“Excuse me?” You ask, taken aback by his bluntness.

“You say that like you haven’t been moping all day.” He smiles in a teasing way, making up for it by feeding you a bite of his portion when you two are served. “What’s on your mind, ______?”

“...Don’t laugh, okay?”

Belphie kisses your cheek with a soft laugh. He nuzzles his nose into yours, those bright eyes already doing miracles in cheering you up. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

✧ Like his brother, he knows what it’s like to be isolated from your whole world. That loneliness will cling to him for the rest of his days without a doubt, and in turn, he clings to you when he feels like you may be experiencing the same thing. He’s not quite sure what to do, but he likes keeping you company and talking to you for hours on end while the both of you cling to each other’s warmth. A little bit of rest makes anyone feel better.

✧ He asks you point blank what will make you feel better. He can only play trial and error for so long, and it’s not fun at all to see you hurting. He’s lazy, but eager to provide when it’s with you, even if it includes a painful reintroduction to human culture.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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joyful-soul-collector · 4 years

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Blanket Forts and Midnight Stories

By @joyful-soul-collector for @marvels-blue-phoenix

Rating: Teen and Up (for swearing)

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, DUM-E

Summary: This is my gift for the Friendly Neighborhood Exchange! I combined two of the prompts given to me: "The two are stuck inside on a rainy day so they make a blanket fort and watch movies, falling asleep inside of it", and "Peter has a nightmare so Tony reads to him to get him back to sleep".

Thank you @friendly-neighborhood-exchange for planning this event! The story is under the cut, or you can read it on ao3

Tony was reading on the couch when Peter nearly fell flat on his face as he hopped on one foot into the living room that morning, trying his hardest to pull on a sock.

“Mr. Stark--ack--Mr. Stark I’m so sorry I woke up late, my alarm didn’t go off--”

“Woah hey, Pete, calm down,” Tony said with a laugh, putting down his book and turning in his seat to face him. Peter had on a wrinkled pair of jeans that Tony was fairly certain were the same ones he'd worn yesterday, had somehow put his shirt on backwards as well as inside out, and was sporting such ridiculous bedhead that it reminded Tony of a mad scientist. This of course wasn’t helped by the fact that he was still struggling to put on one of his socks.

“I think the park should be open but--jesus, c’mon stupid sock--I dunno if we’ll have time to go on all the rides and still play games now--”

“Pete have you not looked out the window yet?” Tony interrupted with a frown.

“Huh?” Peter said. Tony felt his heart squeeze a little when Peter glanced out to see an abysmally grey sky, the city of New York seemingly warped by the constant torrent of rain upon the windows of Stark Tower. His entire body seemed to droop sadly at the sight, even his spiky bedhead looking much more miserable than before.

“Oh,” he said quietly, and Tony gave a sympathetic chuckle.

“Sorry bud. No Tornado of Death Ride today,” Tony said.

“Hurricane of Death Ride, Mr. Stark,” Peter muttered, flopping down on the couch next to Tony.

“Hurricane, Tornado, they’re both winds that go in a circle,” Tony said. “Besides, any ride with the phrase ‘of Death’ in it, automatically sounds super cheesy. I could come up with a better name for it, and that’s not even my job.”

Peter replied with a noncommittal “hmm”, and Tony looked up at him. Peter was frowning at his knees, slumped against the couch so that his chin rested on his chest and his arms laid limply on his legs. He seemed to be more upset about this than Tony had thought he would be.

“You know we can always go another time, right kid?” Tony said.

“Yeah, I know,” Peter said with a sigh.

“So what’s bothering you?” Tony prompted.

“I--I dunno, I was just really looking forward to this. I mean with all my homework piling up since the school year is ending I haven’t been able to come over here for weeks, and I just--” Peter cut himself off, instead gesturing angrily at the window. Tony put his arm around Peter’s shoulders as he gathered his thoughts.

“I just wanted to spend the weekend with you. I miss you a lot,” he said quietly, snuggling a little closer to Tony’s side.

“Aw Pete,” Tony said, rubbing his arm comfortingly and pulling Peter so his head laid against Tony’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry we can’t go to the park today.”

“Yeah,” Peter said.

“You’ve been really stressed about school lately, haven’t you?” Tony said, remembering how dark the circles were under Peter’s eyes when he arrived at the tower yesterday. Karen had said he was still doing his patrols after completing his homework (as his aunt had forbidden him from putting Spider-Man before his education), but his energy levels were more depleted than normal, resulting in him being almost constantly delirious with exhaustion.

“Yeah. It’s just really hard,” Peter said. “Especially this week. I did extra work every day that way I wouldn’t have to do it while I was here.”

“You did? Oh kid, you didn’t need to do that,” Tony said.

“I didn’t want to stress about it while we were at the park. And I was worried you or Aunt May wouldn’t let me come over if I still had homework to do and I didn’t wanna have to cancel another weekend with you,” Peter said, ducking his head slightly but still pressing his face against Tony’s shoulder.

“Oh gosh, Pete no, of course I would’ve let you come over. And I know for a fact your Aunt wouldn’t have cared either, she can tell school’s been taking a toll on you,” Tony said. “In fact she was the one who suggested I take you to the park. She wanted you to get a break.”

“Oh,” Peter said. “Well I guess I didn’t need to pull those all-nighters.”

“Did you just say all-nighters? Plural?”

“Ummmmm… yeah?” Peter said innocently, and Tony guessed he hadn’t meant to say that.

“Oh Peter,” Tony said, now wrapping both arms around him and pressing a kiss to his hair. “When was this? How long did you stay up kid?”

“Um… I woke up Wednesday morning, and I went to sleep again, uh… last night.” Peter said the last two words in barely above a whisper, and Tony felt him tense up next to him.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, only releasing a heavy sigh and turning so he could properly hug Peter, his arms wrapped tight around him while Peter’s head rested on his chest. Peter relaxed, returning the hug eagerly.

“Well. Now I’m almost glad we can’t go to the park today,” Tony said.

“Huh? Why?” Peter asked, his voice muffled slightly by Tony’s shirt.

“Because roller coasters aren’t the kind of break you need. What you need is a calm, restful break. Get your energy back,” Tony said. “I’m thinking breakfast first, and then we do something like play a boardgame, or watch a movie.”

“Blanket fort?” Peter said hopefully.

“Blanket fort, huh? That might just be the perfect thing for you today,” Tony said with a grin. He released Peter and they both stood up. “How bout you get changed back into pajamas while I make you and I some breakfast? Ya hungry?”

Peter gave a shrug, pushing his hands into his pockets and glancing sadly out the window again before he spoke.

“Not really. I haven’t had much of an appetite lately, been too stressed out,” he said. Tony gave him a sympathetic smile and ruffled his hair as he made his way towards the kitchen.

“Ya gotta eat, kiddo, that’s probably part of the reason you’ve felt so tired recently. That and of course staying awake for three days straight. I’ll make you somethin’ with lots of protein: Eggs, bacon, sausages, all the good stuff.” Tony glanced back long enough to see Peter’s eyes light up and his tongue poke out to lick his lips.

“Just as long as you don’t make me drink one of those weird protein shakes Aunt May has sometimes,” Peter said, wrinkling his nose at the thought.

“I won’t make you as long as you don’t come back out looking like an eighty-year-old blind monkey dressed you,” Tony said, gesturing to Peter’s clothes. Peter frowned defensively, but upon seeing his backwards and inside out shirt he burst into laughter. Tony grinned at him, feeling a soft warmth grow in his chest at the sound.

“You go get changed, Spiderling,” he said. “When you get back we’ll get you fed and then we’ll start on that blanket fort. Sound good?”

Peter grinned and nodded, then walked back to his room while Tony started breakfast.

~~~

Peter scarfed down his food eagerly when Tony set it on the table, finishing his plate before Tony was even halfway through his own.

“Jeez kid, did you chew any of that? I swear you’re like some kinda vacuum,” Tony said, his eyebrows raised. Peter laughed and leaned back in his chair.

“I just didn’t realize how hungry I was until you started talking about food!” he said. Tony snorted.

“Well if you want more there’s some bacon still in the pan,” he offered.

“Nah I’m full now. Thanks for making me breakfast, it was amazing,” Peter said as he cleared his plate.

“Heh, no problem kid, that’s what I’m here for,” Tony said. Peter put his dishes in the sink, but rather than coming back to the table, he started walking out towards the bedrooms.

“Now where the heck are you goin’?” Tony called to him, a frown forming on his face. Peter whirled around then jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards the bedrooms.

“Supplies! Can’t build a blanket fort without the blankets!” he said.

“Ah, yes, of course, how silly of me to assume that we’d wait until everyone was done with breakfast,” Tony said with a lighthearted roll of the eyes. “And by everyone I mean me. I’m everyone.”

“Well hurry up then, everyone! We’ve still got movies to watch, we haven’t got all day!” Peter said before darting into one of the rooms. Tony laughed and quickly finished his breakfast before heading towards the hallway.

But before he could step a foot into it, an impossible mass of blankets and pillows blocked his way, almost knocking him over.

“What the--Jesus, Peter do we really need this much!?” Tony said, stumbling backwards and out of the way. Tony could barely see Peter under the pile, and even then it was just his legs. “I didn’t even know we had so many blankets.”

“Me either! Isn’t it awesome!?” Peter said, his voice muffled heavily by the mountain of fabric. “This is gonna be the best blanket fort ever!”

Tony laughed and followed Peter (or rather, the walking blanket mound), back to the living room. Together they spent the next half hour or so dragging chairs into the living room, draping sheets and blankets so they laid just right, and arranging pillows to weigh down the blankets so the fort didn’t cave in.

There were still plenty of “supplies”, as Peter called them, when they’d finished the structure of the fort, so they both dragged what was left of the blanket mountain inside their shelter and spread the soft fabric over the entire floor. By the time they finished, Tony could compare it to sitting inside a colorful cloud.

They both laid against a pile of pillows they’d fashioned into some sort of lumpy backrest and gazed around. It was a rather large space, big enough for both Peter and Tony to stretch their legs fully in front of them. But as Tony adjusted to sit up straight, his head touched the ceiling and fabric obscured his view.

“Yeah, that’s always a problem with blanket forts,” Peter said as Tony quickly bent down again to avoid disturbing the delicate structure of the fort. “The ceiling always bows in the middle. I’ve heard of some people propping up a stick in the center but then we run the risk of it getting knocked over and taking the whole fort down with it.”

“You sure are an expert on blanket forts,” Tony said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, me ‘n Uncle Ben used to make them together all the time. We’d watch youtube videos and try and make the coolest blanket fort we could find. It was the best,” Peter said with a bit of a sad smile. Tony returned the grin and ruffled his hair affectionately before kissing his head.

“Well I sure as hell am not gonna be able to stand the saggy ceiling situation,” he said. “So you’re lucky you’re building a fort with a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, because I have an idea that’s gonna blow your mind.”

“Oh really?” Peter said as they crawled out of the fort.

“Yes, really, and you can keep your skepticism to yourself young man, I’ll have you know I have also made a blanket fort before,” Tony said.

“Uh-huh. Says the dude who tried to use the thickest blanket for the roof,” Peter said with a roll of his eyes. “Everyone knows you use the thin blankets and sheets for the top and all the thick blankets are used for the inside, Mr. Stark.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. You go grab some snacks and set up the movie while I grab the mindblowing, cosmically amazing invention that’s going to solve all our problems,” Tony said, walking to the elevator and punching in the code for the lab.

“Alright, but since I’m the one getting the snacks, that means I get to have all the junk food I want!” Peter called over his shoulder as Tony stepped into the elevator.

“What? What messed up dimension did you pull that logic from?!” Tony said as Peter disappeared around the corner.

“Friday close the elevator doors!” Peter shouted from the kitchen.

“Wh--PETER--” But the doors closed before Tony could continue. He laughed to himself as the elevator made its way to the lab.

~~~

Peter’s face when he saw Tony leading DUM-E out of the elevator was priceless. He’d just poked his head out of the fort at the sound of the elevator dinging, and Tony relished in the surprise and excitement on his face.

“Told you I had a great idea,” Tony said with a smirk. Peter laughed and crawled fully out of the fort.

“I’ll never doubt you again Mr. Stark,” he said.

“Better not--Oi! Quit messin’ with that DUM-E, I’ve got a job for you,” Tony said, clapping to get the robot’s attention away from Tony’s book still lying on the couch. DUM-E turned around and whirred curiously. “Right, yes you, dork, I need you to pinch the fabric of the blankets right here--” Tony reached over and pointed to an area in the center of the roof of the fort “--and pull up slowly. You got that? Slowly, don't yank at it. And then, when I tell you, stop.”

DUM-E whirred and made a nodding motion with his claw. He hovered over the area that Tony had indicated before pinching the fabric in his claw and slowly pulling up. He froze immediately when Tony told him to, and after a few adjustments, the fort was finally complete.

“Good boy. Nice job DUM-E,” Tony said. DUM-E beeped happily at the praise, still staying perfectly still.

“Will he get tired doing that the whole time?” Peter asked, looking a little concerned.

“He’s a robot Peter, unlike you, he can stay up for three days straight no problem,” Tony said. Peter snorted.

“Fair enough,” he said. Then he crawled under the fort, and Tony followed after giving DUM-E a pat on his long mechanical arm.

The ceiling problem was definitely fixed, Tony could now sit up straight and see the TV with no difficulty, however that victory was slightly overshadowed by what else he saw inside.

It seems Peter hadn’t taken some snacks, instead going for all of them. Several bags of chips, at least three containers of cookies, and somewhere around five boxes of pop tarts were scattered about the fort. Peter was munching on a bag of Cheetos, his fingers already orange with the cheese dust.

“Jesus kid, are you stocking up for winter or something?” Tony said, still staring wide-eyed at all the food.

“I’m a growing boy Mr. Stark! Besides, you were the one who said I had to eat more,” Peter said, pointedly popping a Cheeto in his mouth.

“Well I kinda meant something healthy,” Tony muttered crawling to sit next to him. “But I’ll make an exception for today. Just don’t make yourself sick.”

“Whaaaat, I’ve never done that in my life, you must be thinking of some other kid,” Peter said, handing him a box of cinnamon pop tarts. Tony rolled his eyes and took one of the shiny packets.

“Oh yes, how silly of me. What’re we watchin’?”

“Star Wars.”

“Again?”

“Is that alright? It’s just, I’m still kinda tired and I’m not sure I can pay attention to anything new right now, but if you want we can--”

“No no, it’s fine kiddo. I’m happy to watch Star Wars with you,” Tony said with a small laugh. Peter grinned then grabbed the remote and pressed play. Tony wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulders and Peter snuggled into his side, still crunching on chips as the words A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… appeared on the screen.

Soon, one movie turned into two, and then three, then four. To be honest, Tony wasn’t sure how many they’d watched when Peter fell asleep, all he knew was when the credits started rolling on the final movie, Peter didn’t immediately jump up to put in the next DVD like he’d done every other time.

Tony looked down to see Peter sleeping soundly against his side, empty snack wrappers and bags littered next to him. Tony checked his watch.

It was only eight o’clock.

“Well I guess you really were tired, huh little spider?” Tony whispered. Peter still had dark circles under his eyes, though they weren’t quite as bad as yesterday. Tony gave him a kiss on the head before carefully untangling himself and laying Peter’s head on a soft pillow. He spent a couple minutes throwing out all the snack wrappers and putting away all the food they didn’t end up eating, before crawling back into the fort and pulling one of the heavier blankets over Peter’s sleeping form. Then he laid down next to him, and laughed softly when Peter squirmed closer to him in his sleep.

“Sleep good kid,” Tony whispered.

~~~

Tony didn’t think he’d been sleeping for very long when he woke up. At first he wasn’t actually sure why he’d woken up, until he heard the sound of whimpering. Cries that sounded a lot like Peter’s.

“H-help…”

“Peter?”

“Help… help I’m stuck…” Tony’s heart sank instantly.

“Peter! Peter wake up!” Tony said, his voice croaking from sleep.

“Help, help I can’t breathe--I can’t breathe!” Peter said, twisting in his sleep as his voice rose to a shout.

“Peter!” Tony grabbed his shoulder and his eyes snapped open, shining with fear and tears. He stared for a moment before suddenly pulling himself close to Tony’s chest and burying his face into Tony’s shirt.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright Pete, you’re safe, I promise,” Tony said, wrapping his arms around him and stroking his hair. Peter’s breathing eased after a few more minutes of reassurance, and Tony could feel his muscles relaxing under his arms.

“I--I’m sorry I woke you up,” Peter said, his voice trembling slightly.

“No, you don’t need to apologize kiddo, it’s not your fault,” Tony said. “You think you can go back to sleep now?”

Peter didn’t answer for a moment.

“I… I’m scared. I don’t want to, can we just get up now? We could watch another movie…”

Tony sighed and looked at his watch.

“Peter it’s two am. You’ve only been asleep four hours. You stayed awake for three days kiddo, I’m not letting you get any less than twelve hours tonight,” Tony said. Peter bit his lip and looked down, trying to hide the misery on his face. Tony started to wrack his brain for ideas on how to help him when a high whistling noise startled them both.

The ceiling of the fort suddenly dropped, bowing inwards again and Peter flinched hard, like he’d been punched.

“You alright?” Tony said, looking down at him in surprise.

“I--I thought the ceiling was gonna fall on me,” he mumbled, and even in the darkness Tony could see an embarrassed blush rising in his cheeks. Tony felt anger flare inside him and he released Peter, pushing himself up.

“Dammit DUM-E,” he muttered. He could hear the robot wheeling around noisily outside the fort. Tony crawled out and stood up, his fists clenched and his lips pulled in a snarl.

DUM-E was by the couch, struggling to pick up the book Tony had been reading this morning and whistling in frustration.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Tony said as loudly as he could while still keeping his voice at a whisper. DUM-E just kept grasping at the book, ignoring him. Tony stepped forward and snatched up the book. It was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Peter had been trying to get him to read the series for months and since Tony hadn’t been able to see much of his intern lately, he decided to give it a try. He’d told Peter it was just to get him off his back about it but really, he’d just missed having his Spiderling around. He ended up loving it though, and he was almost done with the third book.

“What do you want with this!?” Tony said, holding out the book and shaking it at him. “It’s a book DUM-E, you can’t even read!”

The robot whirred impatiently and turned to face Tony. He reached forward and poked the book with his claw, then pointed directly at the fort.

“…I have no clue what the hell that means.”

DUM-E made a noise that could’ve been a sigh if he had lungs. He jabbed at the book again, then this time at Tony’s chest, then insistently at the fort again.

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this,” Tony muttered, but DUM-E whistled angrily and suddenly wheeled off in the direction of the bedrooms. “Now what’re you doing!?”

The robot only whistled again and went into one of the rooms. Tony waited for a second before growing impatient and starting back to the fort, deciding to berate him for scaring Peter in the morning. But just as he kneeled down, Tony heard DUM-E whirr indignantly before something soft smacked him in the face.

“What the--” Tony held up the cloth that’d hit him, and instantly recognized Peter’s mask. DUM-E prodded the book, then the mask.

Tony suddenly understood.

“Oh. I see. That’s… actually a really good idea. Thank you. Sorry I got mad buddy,” Tony said. He patted the robot’s claw apologetically, and DUM-E forgave him easily with a wave, then turned and pinched the fabric of the fort again, pulling it up back into its original position.

Tony went back into the fort, feeling guilt at both snapping at DUM-E, but also for leaving Peter alone. Peter had sat up and was hugging a pillow, his eyes still glistening with tears.

“Hey kiddo,” Tony said. “Not feeling any better?”

Peter opened his mouth, but words seemed to fail him so he shook his head instead.

“Well, DUM-E had the idea that I should read to you. To help you fall asleep. So, how do you feel about The Prisoner of Azkaban?”

Peter’s face actually lit up at that, and he wiped the tears out of his eyes quickly.

“That--That’s my favorite one actually,” he said with a small sniff.

“Is it now?”

“Yeah. I like Professor Lupin. He reminds me of you. Like how he helped Harry when he got attacked by the dementor, and taught him magic so he could protect himself. That’s like how you give me hugs when I’m sad or scared, and you tell me to sleep more and stuff.”

“Huh. I guess that’d make you The Boy Who Lived, huh?”

“Well, I am really good at barely avoiding death,” Peter said. Tony laughed softly.

“I suppose since it’s your favorite, we should start from the beginning then,” he said. They both laid back, and Tony put on his glasses, activating night vision so he could read without a light. Peter laid next to him, waiting for the story to begin.

“Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways…”

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moostaronce · 4 years

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Let’s Get It

Request: an arcade date with Gahyeon

A/N Okay so in reality I know she’s a grown ass woman now and we are literally the same age but every time I see her all I think about is how much of a baby she is. A savage baby but a baby nonetheless.

Today is Sunday. The sun is high and the weather is perfect. These are all things that help you indicate that today is date day with your girlfriend Gahyeon. The two of you haven’t been together long but there is just no denying your chemistry. A subtle smile plays on your lips as you grab your keys and put your shoes on before heading out.

You are both celebrities but were best friends long before things evolved into a different type of relationship. You having a career in acting made it easier for you to go out as a couple as long as you keep your hands to yourself. Even the media always just report you as close friends. However, your fan base and Insomnias are on you like Minji on macarons.

Deukae’s dorm is fifteen minutes away so it doesn’t take long for an excited Gahyeon to call and check up on your location. You hit the accept call button on your steering wheel and her voice blissfully fills your car and ears.

“Y/N! Are you here yet? Can I come outside?“ Just hearing her excited voice brought you energy.

“Not yet, come down in 8 minutes and I’ll be there in 10.“

When you finally pull up to the dorm she doesn’t even give you the chance to let her know before she’s in your car embracing me.

“I’m so happy to see you! Where to today?“ Her facial features are so full of anticipation that it makes you excited too. Well there is a new arcade that just opened that we haven’t tried yet, if you want to play some games.

As it came out of your mouth you thought it sounded a little lame, but just when you thought it wasn’t possible for her smile to get any brighter she proved you wrong.

“Let’s go! I wanna whoop you in a whole new location.“ She smirks at you as she buckles up and subtly slides your free hand in her own.

The whole way there she tells you about how her week and schedules went and you just listen with a small smile. The feeling of both of her hands holding your free hand in her lap like she can’t let it go makes you giddy. It takes all of your power not to just lean over and kiss her because you never know if Dispatch is watching from the bushes.

So instead you just listen to your girlfriend tell you everything she couldn’t while you were apart.

Soon you pull up to the parking lot and Gahyeon squeals in excitement and squeezes your hand. As your taking your seat belt off you have to convince her to let you go so you can open her door for her. When you come around and open the door she kisses you on the cheek so quick you almost question if it really happened.

Gahyeon smiles up at you and links your arms as you head into the arcade. Surprisingly there aren’t a lot people there yet so you go check out the prizes and ticket amounts while before you go to play. You’re perusing the shelves when Gahyeon squeaks and points at a giant Rilakkuma on the top shelf for an absurd amount of tickets.

You take a moment before you just guide her to play skeeball. Somehow she rolled the ball so aggressively it ended up in your lane and you both died laughing as it actually raised your score tremendously. Gahyeon falls to her knees, maybe laughing the hardest ever in her life. After you help her back up still laughing yourself you pinch her on the nose affectionately as you proceed through the arcade.

You both play your way through nearly every game in the arcade before you take a breather to count your tickets. You’re actually pretty close to being able to afford the grand prize! Gahyeon has to run off to the bathroom, so you play an arm wrestling game in the meantime and you get super invested that you don’t notice a young man around your and Gahyeon’s age watching you. So when he approaches you, you startle a bit.

“Hey, you!“ The boy was directly behind you as you won your 5th game in a row with the body-less arm.

“Huh, hello?” He could sense the uncertainty in your voice so he took a step back with a warm smile.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help but notice you and your friend had a lot of tickets. Would you be up for a wager?“

“What kind of wager are we talking?“ You squinted your eyes at the boy with skepticism. All you heard in most of that sentence was that he had been watching you and Gahyeon.

“ I have a lot of tickets too and I’m shooting for that Rilakkuma over there. How about we arm wrestle and winner takes all the tickets. With both of our amounts combined it will be more than enough.“ The boy’s warm smile became a smug, arrogant smirk that you raise your eyebrows at.

“So what your really saying is that you think you can beat me easily and take my tickets.“ You stand up to find that you are actually a bit taller than him with your arms crossed. He visibly gulps a little but refuses to back down.

So the two of you sit at a table and ready yourselves out the corner of your eye you see Gahyeon looking around for you until she spots you. She just looks on confused until a girl runs up to her and starts talking and waving her arms all animated.

With her distracted you fully focus on the young man in front of you. He has this aura of pure arrogance that is slowly but surely working your nerves. So it begins you decide to do best two of three. Within a five minute time frame you beat him twice thus earning all of his tickets and keeping your own.

He hands them all over with his head hanging low and a small apology escaping under his breath.

“What was your deal any way? Are you a collector or something?“

“No, I wanted to get it for my girlfriend since she’s mad at me. We had a fight a few minutes ago and she won’t even look at me now.“

You can’t help but feel bad for the guy but you also have a girlfriend to make happy, so you pat him on the back and head towards the award counter. But as you turn around to find Gahyeon you see the guy you just arm wrestled staring longingly at the girl that she is talking to. Must be his girlfriend, he looks so sad.

At that moment you just roll your eyes at yourself because your conscience is screaming at you to help that poor guy. Then you think about Gahyeon and how disappointed she’d be if she knew you chose not to help someone.

With an annoyed sigh at yourself and heavy steps you walk over and hand the poor guy the Rilakkuma.

“Here, you need it more than I do.” The guy’s head springs up and he looks at you in disbelief.

“Are you for real? You’re just going to give it to me?”

“Yeah, I have enough tickets left over for something else and honestly, you look pitiful dude.”

“Thank you! My name is Jaebum by the way, Park Jaebum. Honey is gonna love this, thank you.”

“Y/N. Go get her, man.”

That’s all he needs to hear before he takes off like a rocket towards your girlfriends. So you wander back to the prize counter to find something for Gahyeon. That’s when you see a really big Gudetama plushie that you have the exact amount of tickets for. You have never grabbed something that quickly in your life.

When you turn to find Gahyeon she’s directly behind you with that cute eye smile you love. She looks so cute that you have to pinch her on her cheek.

“Here Gah, I got you a plushie.” Her eyes shine as you hand it over.”

“I saw what you did and I’m proud of you. That girl said she was a fan so we were talking and then she told me about her fight with her boyfriend. Then I see you handing over the bear to him and now they are all made up.”

“Well, you know I just wanted to help him out.” You duck your head a little to hide your blush from her while she gushes over you.

“You’re so cute! I could kiss you right now.” She says the last part in a whisper and it makes you blush even more.

“Um, I better get you home before Bora personally pulls up to drag you back.”

The two of you link arms together as you leave the arcade and get into your car.

“So, did you have fun? We played games for 2 hours straight.” You glance at her as you ask the question.

“So much! We should go again sometime, their games are so much more fun than the old place.”

“Whatever you want, babe”

Silence filled the car so you look over at Gahyeon briefly to see her staring at you with a red face and the surprised Pikachu face. Your eyebrows scrunch up a bit confused and it brings her back to reality.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to hearing you call me babe yet.“ Even without seeing her face, you know she’s embarrassed.

“Should I not?“

“No! No, you can say it as much as you want, whenever you want! I like it a lot.” She squeezes your hand fondly and settle in her seat smiling to herself.

In a short time the car ride is over and you are in front of Dreamcatcher’s dorm. You put your hazard lights on and walk her up to the door like you usually do, just to make sure she gets in safely. Gahyeon leans her back against the door clutching her plushie tightly to her chest with her signature sweet smile on her face.

The two of you just smile and stare at each other for what feels like hours but is actually only about 2 minutes. When you come back to your senses you kiss her on the cheek and say goodnight.

Before you can even fully turn away to leave, Gahyeon tugs on your hand to get your attention and pouts when you look at her. Then you watch in amusement as her lips transition from a pout to a pucker, indicating that a cheek kiss isn’t going to be enough today.

You look up and down the hall to make sure nobody sees and give her a quick peck, but before you get too far away she moves a hand to the collar of your shirt to pull you back in for a real kiss. And you stay like that until the door opening behind her startles you back, while Gahyeon pouts again, as she had no intention of breaking that kiss anytime soon.

Who else would open the door with her arms crossed and a “Kiss the Chef” apron on but Kim Bora. Her face is painted with a playful annoyed expression that has you putting your hands up. You’re not really able to back up too much more because Gahyeon still had your collar in her fist, eyes glazed over only looking at you.

Meanwhile the rest of unnie line approach the door to see what’s going on and giggle at the scene before them.

“Y/N, why don’t you stay for dinner? It seems like Gahyeon doesn’t want you to go yet.” Minji smiles at you sweetly like she always does.

“Well I have to go properly park first, if it’s alright with EVERYONE that I stay.“ Gahyeon snaps to attention at this and spins to face her members with a huge puppy dog face.

Yoobin and Yoohyeon shout whatever from deeper in the dorm. Minji, Siyeon, and Han Dong smile and nod, while Bora does her best to avoid the maknae’s gaze. She holds strong until Gahyeon resorts to whining and she can’t resist anymore.

“Fine! But no funny business.” Even while she’s pretending to be annoyed, Bora can’t help but crack a smile before she abruptly turns around “complaining” loudly about how clingy Gahyeon is.

“Well looks like I’ll be back.” Gahyeon grabs you for one more peck before you go to park the car.

“Hurry back!”

With that you make your way to the car smiling like an idiot knowing you get to spend more time with Gahyeon tonight. Best date day ever!

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sorenmarie87 · 4 years

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Goodbye, sweetheart

Summary: Art was never John’s thing.

Pairing(s)/Character(s): (Past) John x F!Reader

Square Filled: Free Space

Word Count: 1,086

Warning(s): Angst. Memory Loss. Hunting Accidents.

A/N: So a while back @fictionalabyss made me an aesthetic, gave me a vague prompt (John Winchester, museum setting, and dealing with memory loss) and told me to write it. This is also written for @spngenrebingo

Beta’d by @littlehotmess26 / @iflostreturntosteverogers

I don’t own the photos used in this aesthetic.

He was there as a favor.

The kind of favor where you screwed up and someone has to save your ass. The only problem with this whole thing - she had no idea who he was anymore. They were as close as two strangers could be, a one night stand gone wrong if you will. They were in the same line of work at the time and worked on that case together. Only he came out unscathed. John drove her to the hospital and decided it was for the best to never see her again.

He was going to honor that agreement. He was until years later when he received a phone call from a mutual friend who told him there was something he needed to see. John packed his bag, got into his pick up, and drove. He had no idea what to expect. It had nothing to do with his boys or the yellow-eyed demon, so what was so damn special here?

Another phone call told him to clean up before going anywhere. So he took a shower, shaved and put on the nicest set of clothes that he owned before heading towards the museum. There were posters everywhere about a new exhibit coming soon, and that people wouldn’t want to miss it. John scrubbed at his face and followed the string of people in front of him. What was he going to do if this thing was by invitation only? He had some money from hustling pool the other night, but he was trying his hardest to make it stretch.

“Name, please?”

“John Winchester?” It was kind of funny that he gave his name as a question, instead of stating it like a fact. Whatever it got her to chuckle as she told him to go on in.

He still had no idea why he was here. Art was never his thing, hell it wasn’t really Mary’s either. He took the glass of champagne that was offered to him but he didn’t really drink any of it.

“Why am I here, Phil?” He muttered to himself as he moved to another display.

His question was answered as soon as he turned the corner and saw her talking to a small crowd of people. She was alive and well. John always wondered what happened to her after that night and had to admit, she was practically glowing as she talked. She was still gorgeous after all this time. He froze when she turned around and started walking over to where he was standing.

“I hate to bother you but do I know you from somewhere?” Her voice was just as soft as he remembered.

“Must be my face. You’d be surprised how often I get that.” The two of them shared a laugh as he ran a hand through his hair. “This is one fine exhibit you’ve put together.”

“Oh, thank you.” She brushed a strand of hair out of her face but made no attempt to walk away. “I can’t take all the credit though. My cousin is responsible for most of this.”

“Surely there’s something here that you’ve created…”

“The painting in front of you is the only one that I’ve decided to publicly show.” John stared in awe at the familiar sight. There were two grayish figures on the canvas that were surrounded by a soft yellow halo, the background a deep black.

“It’s beautiful, and I imagine it took quite some time to finish.” He offered her his arm and smiled at her blushing cheeks.

“I don’t actually remember finishing it if I’m being completely honest.” The two of them walked arm in arm around the exhibit and they stopped in front of a statue that was made out of some form of metal. John couldn’t really tell what it was supposed to be. “See a couple years back, I was in a really bad accident that made me lose the use of my right arm and leg for quite some time. I couldn’t do anything on my own. My cousin took me in after the accident, and he was there for everything…”

“It must’ve been a struggle.”

“Oh, it was probably one of the toughest things that I’ve ever been through. I wanted to give up so many times but my cousin wouldn’t let me.”

“It’s easier to get through something like that when you have the support of someone.”

“It might be easier, but I fought like hell with him on some major decisions.” She laughed quietly as John drained his glass and handed it off to a waiter that was nearby. "He told me that I needed to get my head out of my ass and that if I wanted to get over this hurdle, I would have to fight them like I had been fighting him."

John checked his watch, and as much as it killed him, he knew that he needed to leave. "Are you happy with the life you have now?" It was a weird question to ask but he had to be sure before he left.

“That’s such an odd question.”

“Are you though?”

“I have my ups and downs, but for the most part, I’d say yes.” “I hate to leave so soon, but I’ve got to be going, sweetheart.” He tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear and smiled. “I’m glad you’re happy and doing well.”

“Are you sure I don’t know you? I feel like I do,” she furrowed her brow, trying hard to remember.

“I’m only a stranger, doll.” He started to turn and leave but she stopped him.

“Please, wait here for a moment,” she said and walked back towards her painting, removing it from its perch. Before he could protest, she told him, “I don’t know why, but I feel like you’re meant to have it.”

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Goodbye, sweetheart.”

“Goodbye.”

———

To kill the silence, John had the television on and it was playing an older movie but he was miles away.

You always wanted to get out of the game, sweetheart and you did.

He took a swig of whiskey and rubbed at his eyes. John made a promise to himself once Mary passed away that he would never love another like he loved her. He took another long swig as he looked at the painting propped up by one of the motel chairs. She might not know who he was anymore but John would always remember her. He’d always love her.

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bapyess1r · 4 years

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Amphetamine

WARNINGS: cursing, age difference, fluff, angst

CHAPTER 9

Talia’s POV

“Tali… look at me.” He said as I spun around in the passenger seat of his boat. I avoided his gaze when he approached me. He stood between my legs and cupped my face with his large hands. “Baby, I-”

“I know… And I understand…. Doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.” I replied. I stared at the water a while before getting the courage to look him in the eyes. They shone rather brightly from the sun. He shot me a smile so handsome it made my heart wrench.

“You have so much here to keep yourself busy until I get back. You have the band at your disposal, you have classes to teach, you’ll have the keys to the house so you can use the punching bag in the backyard if you ever want to hit something…” he began to list all of the things to keep me busy and I took a deep breath to keep myself from crying. “I’ll be back before you know it. It’ll be like I never even left.” He said. I sighed, resting my hands on his wrists as he pulled my head to his.

“How long is this one?” I asked, nonchalantly.

“Two weeks at best. And if anything changes, you’ll be the first to know. Okay, sweetheart?” He said slowly, kissing my lips and then my temple. “Now let’s enjoy the rest of the day, hm?”

I remembered that day. Sam had gotten a call from his pal Chloe. I never met her but I remembered her from his stories. They were on a job in India. He agreed to do some recon and be her decoy for her in her search for Ganesh’s Tusk. When he told me about it, I couldn’t even imagine how a journey like that would go. I figured it had to be the most adrenaline fueling thing. I couldn’t wait until Sam would tell me I was ready to accompany him but I also didn’t want to die so I would stay behind and train my hardest until that day.

I had woken up earlier than usual. It was 7:00 am. We would usually jog around this time. The sun had barely come up yet so I put on my jogging gear and threw my hair up in a ponytail. I readied my iPod for running music when I noticed my Godfather sitting at the kitchen table, tapping away at his laptop. He smiled at me and I approached him with a hand on his shoulder. “You’re up early, Goddaughter.” He said placing his warm hand over mine.

“Usually am. Sam and I go running around this time. Just because he’s gone that doesn’t stop me.” I said with a slight frown, patting his shoulder. I leaned on the side of the table as we continued to chat.

“You’ve been hanging out with him a lot lately.” He said, continuing to write his report. I hadn’t really told my Godparents I had been seeing Sam in the romantic way. Not that I didn’t want to, it just never crossed my mind to tell when things got serious.

“Uh… yeah.” Was all I could muster.

“I hope he’s treating you right.” He said suddenly, surprising me. “I’ll kill him if he doesn’t.”

“You knew?” I laughed nervously.

“I’m on the force for a reason, Talia Alyssa. Just like I know you’re trying to train to go with him on his next job.” He told me, his eyes never leaving the screen. “I can’t say I’m too happy about it.”

“Well it’s not for you to decide. Matter of fact, I don’t think it’s any of your business-” I mumbled, fidgeting with the tangled earbuds in my hands.

“So what do you expect me to tell Dave and Delores if anything happens to you?” He said, glancing at me a moment. I flinched at the mention of my parents. “‘Oh uh hey Dave, your daughter- my Goddaughter is out traipsing the globe with an ex-convict, want me to tell her to send you a postcard?!’-”

“It’s too early for this bullshit…” I chuckled, shaking my head in an annoyed fashion as he tried to pick a fight. He was always like this. I was the apple of his eye until I did something he didn’t approve of. Then he’d berate me into years. He always knew just what to say to blow my mood. I tucked my earbuds and started to head for the door.

“We’re gonna have to talk about this some time, Talia!” He said running his fingers through his short sandy blonde hair.

“Yeah- well it doesn’t have to be now.” I said numbly, raising the volume on my music as I walked out the door. With that, I began to run.

I pushed myself during my morning workout, all the way to the hill where Sam and I would stop to watch the sunset. My Godfather had found a way to work my nerves again and I laid out on the grass to call the one who could soothe my restless mind. My mother. The phone rang and rang for a while. It was still early so she could’ve been sleeping still. But when she finally answered, I almost wanted to cry. “Mommy…” I choked. Hot tears ran down the sides of my face, mixing in with the sweat. I sobbed softly on my end.

“He did it again, huh?” I heard her sigh in annoyance. “I’m gonna have a talk with him because he’s been doing this far too often and I'm not okay with that.” She rambled. “What did he get all pissy about this time?”

“I fell for an older man and now I’m suddenly training to travel the world.” I blurted. I was afraid of how she’d react.

“How old is he?”

“42…” I mumbled.

“That’s not… awful. It’s a little older than I’d like but you’re approaching 30 in a few short years-”

“My thoughts exactly. And he’s ridiculously handsome and funny. And he’s so smart… he’s a historian slash….collector of antiquities….” I began to gush about him to her.

“A historian? Wow! Your tastes have certainly changed.”

“He’s not like the stuffy kind though. He’s… different… And I’m learning a lot really! He specializes in Pirates...”

“Well that’s good! And you’re traveling the world now?” She asked, sounding impressed.

“Not yet but I’m training for it…”

“You have to train to get on a airplane?” She asked and I chuckled. My mom was adorable.

“No, mama. His work requires a lot of scaling and… hiking…” I lied. I knew if I told her about the guns and such she’d disapprove. And I’d never hear the end of it. “I like to say I’m dating Indiana Jones.” I smirked. Just as I stood up to go home, the sun rose above the clouds, painting the skies orange and pink as I heard her positive laughter on the other end.

“Oh lord… When do you get to go?”

“When he declares me ready enough. He’s away on a job right now so I’m doing solo training in the meantime…” I began to start down hill.

“Where do you think you’ll go?” She asked me as I decided to walk home instead of run, to spend time on the phone with my mom. I told her everything about him. Laid it all out on the table. Even about his jail time. The short brief version that Sam had given me so she knew it wasn’t his fault.

I concluded my conversation with my mother at the docks where I had my morning smoke. “You’ll talk to dad about it right? I don’t want Godfather James to go blabbing to him about me dating an ex-convict half my age.” I said rolling my eyes.

“I’ll talk to him. We all know he’s been prone to spinning the truth a little…”

“Thank you!” I sighed in relief.

“So other than this situation… you’re okay?” As she spoke, I noticed The Morgan rocking gently on the waves as it was docked and smiled to myself.

“I can honestly tell you that I’ve never been happier.”

“Good. I’m glad. It’s been a long time coming.”

“Yeah it has… Well I gotta go now. I’ve got a lot to do today…”

“Alright, monkey. You need to call me more often. I don’t know what’s goin’ on down there, yknow? I love you.” She said in her motherly voice.

“I know. I love you too, ma. Talk to you later.”

With that, I hung up and started on my fresh pack of cigarettes. As I placed one between my lips and lit it, I received a voicemail from an unknown number. I furrowed my brows as I hit play and pressed and let it play out in my earphones.

“Hey, darlin’, it’s me…” it began and I ceased all movement. I could hear Sam’s raspy Boston accented voice loud and clear. “I miss you so so much and I wish you were here with me. You’d love it. The grass is green, the water is the clearest blue, and the flowers are...small and purple but uh… vibrant nonetheless.” His voice almost brought me to tears. I missed him so much. He’d only been gone a week but it felt like forever. “The job is going as planned. Might’ve hit a snag for a second but we pulled through.” He sounded tired. I hoped he was getting enough rest. “Now, just because I’m not there right now, I hope you’ve been training and taking care of yourself. Um….” I heard him blow a raspberry on the other end and I chuckled, finally taking a drag of my cigarette that had just been burning this whole time. I could just hear him smiling on the other end, wherever he was. “I can’t wait to get back to you… I’m gonna video call you tonight so be near your laptop, mmkay? I gotta go now. Um… take it easy, be safe driving if you go anywhere, have a good class if you’re teaching today, have a successful rehearsal….. aaand I’ll talk to you soon, sweetheart. Drake out!” I smiled to myself, cringing at the last bit. He could try so hard to be “cool” sometimes when he didn’t need to be. But I liked it. It made me laugh.

My day was dreary to say the least. I taught a kids ballet class and a teens hip hop class scheduled for this morning and this evening. It was hard to pay attention all day and it made classes a little rough today. I wasn’t on the ball. When I came home, I sat in my car to roll a blunt and smoke for a little bit. I stared at Sam’s empty house and sighed. I wanted him back home, that’s for sure. I missed his hugs, his voice, the corny jokes, and the way he smelled. Whilst I sat there, stoned out of my mind, I had a thought. I quickly tapped out the blunt and grabbed my dance bag before running to Sam’s. I let myself inside and I fought back a sob. Feeling embarrassed about it I made my way to his fridge and stole the bottle of scotch he was always drinking. I never saw the appeal in it but he always looked damn good drinking it. I popped the top off and took a sip before sealing it and placing it in my bag. Then I made my way to his room. It smelled like him. Cologne, cigarettes, and beer. I opened up his closet to browse his range of tee shirts and bold Hawaiian prints before my eyes landed on a black crew neck sweater and a dark plaid button down shirt. Immediately I snatched them and a random blue graphic tee off the hangers. “Well shit, hun. Maybe you do have some taste.” I said to myself. On my way out, I grabbed the blanket we used to wrap up in when we watched TV and one of his books from his shelf. The one I always tried to read when I came over but he would always scoop me in his arms and tell me how good I looked reading. Almost always ending up in sex so I could never continue. Smirking, I tucked the thick book under my arm and turned to leave.

That night after my shower, the first thing I put on was Sam’s plaid shirt. As I sat on my bed, I turned the TV on and dried my hair, setting up my laptop for Sam to call. I went downstairs to ask my Godmother if she needed any help with the kids but she told me she was fine so with a disappointed look I said my “okay” and returned upstairs with snacks to keep watching TV. I changed the channels a few times when I didn’t like what came on. That’s when I stopped on a channel playing Raiders of the Lost Ark. I chuckled as I grabbed my snacks from my mini fridge and the bottle of scotch. I was actually enjoying myself and for once didn’t feel like shit. That’s when I heard a ping from my laptop. It was a message from Sam.

Cap’nDrake: You awake, Princess?

I cackled at his username for a moment before responding.

Tali_Sc0res: Your username is ridiculous.

Cap’nDrake: Well I’m not changing it.

My laptop let out a little twitter as he requested a video call. Immediately, I got up to close my door and mute my TV. I adjusted my hair and let his shirt hang off my shoulder a bit before answering. Suddenly, he appeared on screen from his desk, his upper body covered by a thin white tank, reading glasses perched at the bridge of his nose, cigarette smoke exiting his nostrils as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. The scar above his eyebrow that always seemed to get reopened was covered by a bandage but other than that, he seemed fine. I smiled brightly as I watched him put away some maps and close up some books. “Heya, sweetheart!” He grinned warmly as he pulled the glasses from his face. I pouted a bit as he did so as he bit his lip, taking in my entire appearance. “My god, you look delicious- is that my shirt?!” He asked, narrowing his eyes to get a better look at me.

“Maybe.” I replied as I scrunch my face and take a large sip of scotch.

“You raided my house?” He chuckled, rubbing his hand across the stubble on his face. “That miserable, huh?” He could read me very well.

“Honestly… I think I’m handling you being gone pretty well. Today I just… My Godfather pissed me off early as hell in the morning and I really just wanted to be with you.” I sighed, thinking about the conversation I had with him this morning.

“What’s little Jimmy bitchin’ about now?” He didn’t sound worried one bit as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“He found out about us and he didn’t hesitate to tell me how much he didn’t like it.” I said, taking a long sip of scotch, the burn feeling much better than my current emotions.

“Aye aye! Take it easy, sister. That stuff’s not cheap.” He nagged through the screen. I chuckled through the bottle and put the cork back in it, sitting it on my nightstand next to me. “As for James,” he made a face acknowledging the pettiness of my Godfather. “Don’t let him get to you. He has a tendency to lash out when things don’t go his way. He’s a little bitch like that.” He said in an unconcerned tone.

“Trust me I know. We’ve butted heads almost all my life. He’d get mad if I was on the phone too long or if I wasn’t interested in something he was talking about…”

“Listen, I’m sure he means well.” He reached offscreen and brought a beer to his lips before placing it back down.

“He called you an ex-convict.” I told him and he burst into laughter. Literally loud and boisterous, slapping his knees and clapping. I chuckled to myself as he found amusement in my Godfather’s comment. He spoke when he finally calmed himself down enough.

“Jesus, James! Tell me how you really feel.” He giggled.

We continued to talk for a few and he told me all about what he’d seen in India. The landmarks, that statue work, the puzzles they found all over the place. He spoke of how he was leading Chloe’s competitor on a wild goose chase by lying that he was a Hoysala expert. Only he could get away with something like that. The mouth on that man was talented in more ways than one. Then he asked me how things were going on my side of the world. “I have a dance recital comin’ up. The kids get to show what they’ve learned then the other teachers and myself do a dance too.”

“Now we’re talkin’!” He beamed at me. “When?!”

“Would you even be back in time?” I sulked.

“Hey, now. Pick your head up, sweetheart.” He said. I lifted my head but took my gaze to a random corner of my room, giving an annoyed huff. “Look at me.” I tilted my head and brought my eyes to the screen. “I’m gonna be there.” He stated. “I’ll be sittin’ right in the front row so save my seat, sister!” He grinned. That made me feel good. That meant he might be home soon.

“I will.”

“Now, I can’t stay up with you for too much longer but would you do me the honor of granting this… poor old man a favor?” He said dramatically clutching his heart through his shirt. I gave a flirty smirk and adjusted myself to sitting back on my heels.

“What do you need?” I mewed.

“Would you sing for me?” He asked. It was such a pure request from him that I blushed, covering my cheeks with the long sleeves of the shirt.

“Really? You want me to sing?”

“If it’s not too much trouble, doll.” he looked at me longingly and I couldn’t stop myself from becoming a blushing mess. “Now I know it’s not selling out a stadium or anything but it’s one fan who’s really missed hearing your voice… Song of your choice of course.”

I rolled my eyes with a laugh as I reached next to my bed to pull my acoustic guitar from its case. Sitting the guitar in my lap, I thought long and hard about what to sing for him, briefly checking the tuning of the strings. Without much preparation, I began strumming the chords and plucking the strings to Strange Land by Niki. He sat back in his seat and closed his eyes, lighting another cigarette and taking his beer in hand to relax as my voice carried through the laptop.

Here for the nosedive

Whatever you need

And I'm savin' all the bold lines

I'll say 'em while you sleep

You're sleepin' on the wrong side

And I'm turnin' endlessly

Screamin' for my lifeline, lifeline, life

Ooh, continental drifter

Still, I'm the hero of my hometown

Now I'm all laid up with you, sentimental trickster

Maybe in another lifetime, lifetime, life (oh)...

“Wow… it’s almost like I’m hearing you sing for the first time all over again.” He said with a sentimental tone. He gave me a genuine smile.

“Goodnight, Sam…” I sang softly. He reached out to touch the screen for a moment and gave a small smile.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll be home soon…. I love you.” He said before terming the connection. My heart skipped as I stared at the black screen. ‘Did he really just say that to me?’ I thought with a smile as I put my guitar away. I spent the rest of watching Indiana Jones with a goofy look on my face.

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What the Rain Can’t Wash Away- Chapter 4

*FINAL PIECE IN THE LOOK IN HER EYES TRILOGY*

Sixteen years after Lucifer rose, and Dean lost his wife he finds himself with a teenager, a Nephilim, an angel, and his brother living out a Full House rerun with some seriously dark undertones. How will he be able to raise his daughter, fight monsters, and deal with the loss of the love of his life? Sometimes moving on is the hardest part, but with the Winchester’s there’s always something harder around the corner. Isn’t there?

Chapter Four, Poughkeepsie

Dean

"A... pearl?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Yup," Sam said smoothly. "It grants your deepest desire."

"That means...Micheal gone. That's my deepest desire!"

"Exactly." Sam grinned triumphantly. "So you think you can hold off on the whole deep sea plan for a few days?"

I swallowed. If this was true.. then fuck. That could be the solution. "Seems a little too good to be true, man. Don't you think?"

My little brother shrugged. "Maybe, but we won't know until we try. Ya know?"

"Do you have any leads on it?" I pressed. I would be damned if I got my hopes up just to have something else fall through. Just to have another wild goose chase.

"Actually, we do," Cas said, literally stepping out of the shadows.

I jumped in my seat at the table. "Jesus, man! What're you doin lurking like that?"

"I wasn't lurking, Dean," Cas said with a huff. "I was just waiting for the best moment to bring you the good news."

"Well, it was creepy," I said, taking a swig of my beer. "What's the lead?"

Cas walked to the kitchen table. "A man named Larkin. He is a collector, of sorts. A procurer of rare occult items."

"Like Bela?" Sam asked, making a face.

"Not exactly," Cas said smoothly. "He keeps them for himself. Locked away. Sometimes he will sell, for a price, but something like this won't be for sale. It's too valuable."

"Right," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "So what do you propose? We ask nicely?"

"I was thinking we should steal it."

"Cas, you naughty girl," I said through clenched teeth.

Sam shrugged again. "Won't be the first time."

"What's with you two?" I asked, standing. "You have a death wish for a half assed lead?"

"It isn't half assed." Sam frowned. "This is a real lead, Dean."

"Well, we don't know if we can get it or if it would even work."

"But we should still try," Cas said gently.

"Respectfully? Fuck no. This guy probably has an arsenal."

"So?" Sam rolled his eyes. "We have an arsenal. We can handle this, Dean."

"Just put me in the box, Sammy. Put me in the box and let me fucking rest."

I turned to leave but Sammy grabbed my arm to stop me. I turned to meet his pained expression. "Just let us try, Dean. Please."

I sighed. How could I say no to those fucking doe eyes? They were the same ones that got me a thousand times over. The same eyes that pulled me out of my head, out of the pocket that Michael had slipped me into. He gave me strength I didn't know I had. "Okay, Sammy. We can give it a shot, but we can't wait around forever. You got a game plan?"

"The start of one."

"How far away is it?"

"Bout seven hours."

"Good. We can finish the plan on the way. I'll let the kids know we are headed out on a case. Wheels up in ten."

-Three weeks earlier, inside Dean's mind-

I flipped the Tequila bottle. Once, twice. "Damn I'm getting good at that." I grinned to myself, finishing pouring the shot.

"Shit,” a voice came along with the chime of the front door. "It's really coming down out there."

I turned toward the familiar voice. Ava. "Hey, Sweetheart."

"Got your precious limes. Hope my Afro is worth it," she joked, shaking out her black curls. They were a bit bigger than usual from the humidity.

"Totally worth it," I grinned widely, gesturing for her to come to me. "We can't have the house special without limes. What are we, savages?"

She hopped up on the bar, and slid into my arms. I pressed a gentle kiss on her lips and she smiled against me.

"I missed you," I told her.

"I've been gone half an hour, you're so needy," she teased, kissing me again.

"Yeah, well, it felt like a fucking life time."

Ava grinned back at me. "Should we close up? It's pretty fucking dead in here."

"You're right," I sighed. "And I need to do the books."

"You're really sexy when you talk management to me." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Well, Mrs. Winchester, I could use the help. Step into my office?"

"In a minute." She smiled. "I want a famous house special." She slid off the bar top and rested on a stool.

I sliced a lime effortlessly, like it was second nature.

"Have you heard from Nel?" She asked, leaning in to me, the tops of her breasts poking out from her V-neck.

"At the movies with Claire."

"That's a normal teenage thing to do. I'm so proud." Ava grinned. "Does this mean she's given up on the idea of being a hunter like Mom and Dad?"

"We aren't exactly hunting anymore," I said with a smile. I reached out and ran my thumb over her bottom lip. "We're business owners."

"Yeah, we are."

I sighed. "Yeah, Sam and Cas are still on that ghoul hunt in Wichita. Should be home soon though."

"Maybe we should hire Sam as a bar-back." She grinned. "With you two behind the bar we won't need to do ladies night to make extra money."

"Don't objectify me," I scoffed, even though I couldn't hide my growing smile.

"You love it."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Dean." She leaned forward, touching my cheek with her soft hand and kissed me.

Something inside me ached at the kiss, and I pulled her closer, deepening it. I would take her right there on the bar top if she'd let me. I would run into the rain and scream I love my fucking wife! There was no need, though, I had her, and nothing would rip me away from her.

"Two House Specials." I grinned, sliding her a tequila shot, a lime, and a beer. I opened my own beer.

"Best special around." She smiled, raising her shot glass. "To Rocky's, to our dysfunctional family, and to us. Love can solve anything."

"Fuck yeah it can." We clinked glasses and downed the shots.

Ava wiggled as the alcohol ran through her, and she wrapped her lips around the lime, sucking.

I hopped over the bar and swiftly walked to the front door, flipping the sign to closed.

"What're you doing?" She asked, removing the lime from her lips.

"Gonna do what I've been thinking about since the moment you walked back into this bar."

"And what's that?" She asked coyly.

"'Mere and I'll show you."

I walked to her, meeting her in the middle before pulling her into my arms. She fit there like she was made for me, like I was made for her. I captured her lips in mine and ran my fingers down her back.

"Dean," she whispered.

"Dean."

I turned, with my hand up her fucking shirt, to find Sam and Cas staring at me wide eyed.

Sammy stood there slack jawed like a complete creep.

"No offense, guys, I'm glad you're here, but Christ can you not watch?" I laughed, moving my hand out of Ava's shirt.

She readjusted her top and her hair. "Hey Sam, Cas. How was the case?"

"Ava," Sam muttered.

"What's wrong with you, man? Was it a tough one?"

"I'll get you two a beer," Ava said, going behind the bar. "We have this new one from Austin. It's an IPA, you'll love it."

"Dean," Sam said, grabbing ahold of me. He turned my attention from Ava behind the bar, one of my favorite versions of her, to him.

"What man?"

"What's going on here?" He asked low.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, shrugging him off.

"Glad you two are back safe," Ava said, cracking the caps off the beers. "I think Dean was starting to get worried." She smiled brightly. Damn she lights up a room.

"Was not," I grunted.

I made my way back behind the bar, and snaked an arm around Ava's waist. "What're you two waiting for? Want her to bring the beers to you? Drink up." I slid the beer to the edge of the bar, waiting for Sam and Cas to oblige. They'd never had a problem drinking my free beer before.

The two of them raced toward the bar and Sam placed his palms flat on the bar top. "We don't have time for this. I'm sorry, Dean..."

"Sorry bout what? I'll drink the beer if you don't want it, Sammy."

Ava laughed. "Not if you're wanting to... you know." She eyed me.

Cas raised an eyebrow. "Wanting to what?"

Ava looked to me for approval and I shrugged. "We are trying to get pregnant again. Now that things have slowed down... and beer can lower the sperm count. We already have a lot against us from our age. So no more than one drink a day. He promised."

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. "And I won't break it." I swore to her. I looked to my brother and Cas, who honestly looked like someone ran over their puppy. "What the fuck is wrong with you two? Thought you'd be happy?"

"Dean.. None of this is real. Okay? The bar... Ava.."

"Excuse me?" Ava asked, moving out of my arms. "You've never met anyone more real than me, Sam Winchester."

"You're just a complex manifestation of Dean's memories designed to distract him," Cas said sadly.

"You really know how to talk to a lady, don't you?" She grinned. "Just have the beer, Castiel. You're a little tightly wound."

"Okay, listen to me," Sam said, frustrated. "You have to remember what's going on out in the real world."

"I know its raining." I gestured to the bay windows in the bar. "What else do I need to know?" My whole world is in here. I thought, kissing Ava's hair.

"No! I'm not talking about the rain. I'm talking about Michael."

I blinked a few times. "Michaels in the cage."

"Sam you okay?" Ava asked gently. "Was there something more that happened on the hunt?"

I stroked the length of her back, feeling almost blissful. I barely noticed what Sam and Cas were saying. Being this close to her just felt so fucking good.

"No, damn it. It wasn't a bad case."

"Michael is possessing you," Castiel said carefully. "You have to remember that."

"Come on guys," I groaned. "What? Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, Dean," Cas sighed. "It isn't a joke."

"Okay, okay," Ava said, putting her hands up. "If we are inside Dean's head then he should be able to control things, like a lucid dream?

Sam looked flustered. "I don't know, maybe?"

"Then let's go ahead and skip all the dirty stuff. Where's my baby, Dean? Get me pregnant with your brain," she said before busting into laughter.

"Baby, I don't want to miss the dirty stuff." I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

"Dean listen to me. This bar is not real. Ava isn't real. You know what happened to her," Sam said insistently.

I frowned. "Man, that's my wife. Stop talking about her like she isn't here."

"She isn't here, Dean. Ava.. Ava died that night in the church. The night that Lucifer rose. You remember that, right?"

I frowned and closed my eyes. Do I?

"It's going to be okay, Ave. I've got you. I won't let you go," I said into her hair. "You're the one, sweetheart. It's always been you. From the second I walked into that bar. It'll be okay, because everything with us is right. You're the only thing that's right."

I opened them back and she was gone. "Where the... where'd Ava go? Ava?" I ran out from behind the bar. "This isn't funny... this... this is my life." My eyes stung. "This is the dream!"

"No, Dean," Cas said sadly. "This is a dream, Dean. That's all it is. Please you have to try to remember, because the people in your life.. in your real life out there need you to come back. Eleanor needs you to come back."

Eleanor.

"No." I shook my head. "Nel's in a movie with Claire. She's being a normal kid. She's happy. We're happy."

Sams eyes flickered to mine and with a sad expression whispered. "Poughkeepsie."

"What?" My heart sunk.

"Poughkeepsie."

Ella

Two days after the boys went to look for the pearl

"I haven't heard from them." I crossed my arms, pacing the length of the kitchen. "I'm starting to get worried. They call they always call."

"Maybe their phones are dead?" Claire offered weakly. She knew that this was as bad as I did.

"They always check in Claire. What if something happened? What if Michael escaped and blew them up? What if they're..."

"We will go save them," Jack said, standing suddenly.

"I know where they went," Claire said, meeting my eyes.

"You do? They told you?"

"I sort of... fuck. I didn't want to have to lie to you. They were looking for a solution for Michael. This magical pearl that grants you your hearts desire."

"So they think they can use it to get Michael gone?"

"Yeah. We think at least."

"Claire, why didn't you tell me?" I asked, desperately.

"We didn't want to get your hopes up if it wasn't going to happen," she sighed.

"Do you think it can really work?" Jack asked, hopeful.

"That's the idea."

"If they're still alive," I said, cracking my knuckles. "Jack's right. We have to save them."

"We could call another hunter."

"Claire, why don't you want me on this? I can do it. I know how to shoot, plus, I'll have you both with me." I smiled, taking her hands. "Let's go save our Dad's."

"Fine," she said curtly. "But I don't like it.

"Someone wise once told me that I don't have to like something, but I do have to respect it."

"What dumbass said that?"

"Mmm not sure, but damn I bet she was pretty," I said, placing a kiss on Claire's lips. "Wheels up in ten?"

"Really, Dean Jr?"

I shrugged with a grin. "Always wanted to say that."

"I will pack the snacks," Jack said with a nod.

"Not a lot though, Jack! We are taking the bike," Claire said flippantly.

It had to be a real funny sight seeing Claire and I on a motorcycle, with Jack in the sidecar. Like real fucking funny.

I borrowed one of Claire's leather jackets and my own boots. Jack was wearing one of Sam's jackets, even though it just about swallowed him whole.

"We have a long ride, so get comfy," Claire said, kick starting the bike.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my face to her back. This is all I need to be comfortable. You're all I need.

Claire turned back to me with a smile, before closing the plastic on her helmet over her face. "You're all I need, too."

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Chapter Five, Adventures in Babysitting

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Adventures In Dad-Ing (2)

Summary: The time Patton made a friend and scared Virgil halfway across the country and back. (Or, Patton gets lost and finds a friend while Virgil panics and searches the neighbourhood.) Word Count: 1647 Pairings: Familial Moxiety Previous: one

Virgil always took good care of his son. He treated Patton like royalty, always making sure the young boy had the basic necessities he require and enough books and toys to keep even a spoilt prince happy. What he could never provide, however, was friends.

Virgil tried his hardest to take Patton to daycare, but he was dependent and had an attachment disorder. He couldn’t be away from his father for more than an hour before he started to panic. The two went to groups for single parents every Saturday for three months before one of the kids hit Patton and the father blamed Virgil’s parenting.

It was one Friday afternoon when Patton found a friend in the most unlikely, but classically Patton, of fashions.

Patton finished his lunch and helped his dad clean up before running off to the living room to play with some soft toys. He had three favourites, a small blue teddy bear he named Blue, an old dog named Spot, and his all-time favourite green stuffed dinosaur named Fluffy. He would often play tea party with a set of plastic cups, or have adventures around the house with his toy friends, but no matter what, Patton always lost interest once he caught a glimpse outside. The passing cars would catch his attention over the game he was playing every time. Virgil had often caught his son trying to open the back door so he could go chase the neighbour’s geese or follow a stray cat down the street.

As the blonde boy was throwing his dinosaur in the air, a bird landed outside the sliding door. Patton quickly dropped his toy and raised to the glass, holding his face close and fogging it with his breath. As he was leaning against the door, the lock unhooked and it slides to the left, sending Patton to the ground with a thump. He quickly yells ‘I’m okay’ so his dad doesn’t worry before looking back up.

The bird hopped closer to the door, staring at Patton with large brown eyes before flying off, the boy quick to follow it outside. His little legs only carry him so far before he loses sight of the animal. Realising he’s not at home, Patton starts to worry. The houses around him don’t look like the ones his dad takes him past when they go shopping. Tears start to brim in the four-year-olds eyes when a loud cry sends him turning to his right.

A small park sits nestled between to large houses, containing only a swing set, jungle gym and a small slide. Sat on the bark under the jungle gym is a young boy, tears streaming down his cheeks and knee pulled up to his chest.

Patton waddles over, sniffling lightly as he approaches the boy.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, clambering onto the raised bark and sitting next to the boy. He doesn’t answer, crying loudly and wiping at his face. “I can help. I fall lots.” Patton offers slowly. The boy looks up, green eyes puffy from crying. He nods a little, a small smile making its way onto Patton’s freckled cheeks. The smaller boy helps his unnamed friend up, taking him to the water fountain to wash his knee before sitting together on the grass.

“Does it still hurt?” The boy nods a little, sniffling but no longer balling his eyes out. Patton leans over, pressing a kiss just above the wound on his knee. “My papa says kisses are magic. He says they help all sorts of things.” The boy smiles widely, showing a small gap in his front teeth.

“I’m Logan.” He thrusts a hand out, dark skin contrasting Patton’s light as he shakes his hand.

Meanwhile, Virgil enters the living room with a plate of cookies in hand. He looks up to ask if Patton would like some, eyes falling instantly onto the open door.

“Pattycake?” He yells, placing the cookies on the coffee table and wandering down to the boy’s room. “Patton?” He shouts louder, searching every room, under every table or chair, inside the cupboards. Panic rises in his stomach as he circles back to the living room.

“Patton!” He runs through the door, barely able to pull it shut behind him as he races onto the street. His first stop is the house down the street, the garden filled with gnomes and fairies had always fascinated the boy when they walked to the store together.

Virgil’s heart stops as he realises his son isn’t there, and he races back home to grab his phone on the knocking on the neighbour’s door. The couple next door was kind to the young family, always offering to babysit if Virgil was too busy and gifting the child his teddy bear on his third birthday.

The couple offers to help quickly, the eldest man hopping in the car and driving around the neighbourhood as the youngest goes the opposite way to Virgil to search on foot.

Oblivious to his panicking father and the search party on the lookout, Patton chases Logan around the park, playing tag amongst the play equipment.

“Haha, you can’t catch me!” Logan laughs, ducking between the swings before hiding behind a tree.

“Yeah, I can!” Patton races after him, almost tripping over his laces as he reaches the boy, tapping his shoulder and rolling onto the grass, finally out of breath. “See, told you!” Logan smiles again, sitting against the tree as Patton laughs.

“You’re pretty cool Patton.” He sighs, watching the boy play with the wildflowers. “Why are you out here alone?”

“Why are you here alone?” The younger retorts, sticking his tongue out. Logan looks away quickly, playing with his sleeves.

“Mummy said I had to leave. She said I can go home when it gets dark.” He mumbles, looking up at the setting sun and hoping it’ll go down faster. Yes, he liked playing with Patton, but the five-year-old wanted nothing more than to go cuddle up under his galaxy blanket and stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars his dad stuck to the roof.

“I got lost.” Patton smiles sadly, sitting up in front of his new friend. “I chased a bird and then I heard you cry. I don’t know here Papa is.” Tears brim in his blue eyes and Logan quickly wraps his arms around the younger child, holding him tight as he starts to cry, tired from his adventure.

“Patton!” A shout sounds, catching Logan’s attention. He looks up to see a man in flannel pyjamas wandering past the park. Looking down to see Patton asleep, he moves the boy off him, placing his jacket under his head and runs over to the sidewalk.

“Mister?” He asks, getting the man to spin around and look down at him. Logan stammers slightly, not a fan of the sudden attention. “Are you Patton’s dad?”

“Yes, yes! Sorry, have you seen him?” Virgil shouts, wincing at his own volume before bending down to the young boy’s height.

“Prove it. What was he wearing?” Logan’s not dumb. He knows not to talk to strangers. If this man truly is his friend's dad, he needs to prove it.

“His cat hoodie. Its grey and the sleeves should be wet from him chewing on them. He was also in a pair of blue shorts and I don’t think he was wearing shoes. He looks like this.” Virgil turns his phone to show the Logan a picture of the two, Patton squirming in his dad’s arms as he presses a kiss to his temple.

“He’s over here.” Logan grabs the man’s hand and pulls him over to the sleeping boy, Virgil sighing in relief. He quickly kneels next to his son, shaking him lightly to wake him. The boy’s eyes flutter open, a small whimper escaping his lips before he looks up. Upon seeing his father, Patton launches himself into his arms, apologizing and vowing to never run off again as tears start to fall from both his and his dad’s eyes.

“Thank you. I’m Virgil.” The man turns back to the other young boy in the park, offering a hand for him to shake.

“Logan.” He shakes the man’s hand before Patton detaches himself, giving Logan a hug as well as he thanks him for finding his dad.

“We should be getting home, Patton. How about we walk you home Logan, it’s quite dark.” An uncomfortable feeling washes over the young man. Why was Logan out here in the first place? He looks around Patton’s age, shouldn’t a parent be nearby?

“That would be good. Thank you Patton’s dad.” Logan takes the lead as Virgil picks up his tired son, and together they walk down the street to find a house on the corner. It looks nicer than Virgil’s home, but looks aren’t everything.

“Mr Patton’s dad?” Virgil looks down as Logan takes some mail out of the letterbox and pushes open the gate, turning back to the family. “Would it be okay if I play with Patton one day? I know he’s in trouble for running off, but I liked playing with him.”

“I think I could sort something out. How about you give your parents my number and we can set something up?” Virgil writes his number and address on the back of a leaflet and watches until Logan gets to his door before taking his son home.

He lays the sleeping boy in bed, tucking him in and giving him the dinosaur teddy.

It’s no surprise when Virgil checks every lock four times before going to bed himself. He makes sure every door is shut, and every window closed, even going as far as to check the cat door the previous owners installed.

The house falls quiet as both members of the family fall asleep, each sufficiently tired out from the big adventure.

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a-butterfly-on-his-tummy · 6 years

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When the Clock Strikes Twelve

“This dress is stunning on you, Charmaine. The navy is a really good color for you.” I say to my friend as we stand in the ballroom.

“I agree; I told her she needs to wear navy more often.” Chris Pine, her husband, states as he grabs her hand, rubbing his thumb against hers in a loving way.

“Have you had a chance to look at the items that are up for auction?” Charmaine asks Harry and me. I look towards my fiancé, allowing him to respond. We are at the Inaugural Ignite Ball for the Prince’s Trust, and tonight is different; they are doing an auction. Celebrities, artists, and collectors from around the world have donated items to be auctioned off so young children can have life-changing opportunities. About 500 guests have attended the event even though the tickets themselves were quite pricey. I know that Harry will most likely donate and maybe bid on an item or two.

“Have yeh seen the abstract art piece by John Manchini? It’s brilliant and would look ace on our wall in the entryway.” Harry wraps his arm around my waist, squeezing slightly, and it makes me lean in closer to his body.

“I guess I should probably look at this painting before my fiancé buys something that I can’t stand.” I chuckle softly at Harry’s reaction. His face is one of shock, and I know he is teasing because our tastes in decor are very similar, and I will probably appreciate the artwork as much as he has.

“We will see you around then.” Charmaine grabs my fingers, giving me a soft squeeze as a goodbye.

“It was good see you both. Enjoy the night.” Harry takes my hand, leading me towards the area that is holding the items that are up for grabs. “Take me to this art piece please.” I wrap my arm around his elbow as he walks me around the different tables of auction items.

“....can’t yeh just feel the emotion? It’s like it slaps yeh in the face. I love it.” Harry explains the painting to me and why he loves it, obviously trying his hardest to sell it to me. I honestly am fine with him bidding on any of the items. Until I see her. My breathing comes to a halt, and I slide to hide behind my fiance’s body.

“Harry, don’t move.” I say softly, my voice shaking with anxiety as I stare down the woman I never thought I would see in real life.

“What are yeh doin’?” Harry chuckles at my weird reaction. He has never see me act so strange, and I have been to a few celebrity events since we started dating.

“I’m gonna tell you something. And I need you not to laugh.” My voice is serious, peeking over his shoulder, just to make sure she is still standing where I saw her last.

“Okay. No laughing.” Harry is curious to know what has gotten me so nervous.

“I’m serious Harry; no laughing.”

“Promise. No laughing. Just tell me please.” His hand reaches back, latching itself in mine and his thumb rubs circles against my skin. The moment sends shivers down my spine as my heart rate begins to slow as I relax at his touch.

“I have never told you this, but I’m a massive, I mean MASSIVE Spice Girls fan, and Posh is standing right over there, and I feel like I might pass out. She is beautiful, Harry. Look at her. Gorgeous.” I let out a small sigh after the rant that has come out of my mouth like water rushing through a just opened dam.

“Hold up!” I can hear the chuckle that is being held back in his voice. “Are yeh fangirling over Victoria Beckham? My girl is fangirling. I’m surprised.”

“Hush, and don’t say her name out loud. She could hear you.” I whisper, ducking behind my fiancé as the popstar looks around the room. My fingers squeeze his hand with anxiety. I’m nervous from sharing the same space as her.

“Oh she is lovely, so kind.” Harry turns around, placing his hands on my bare shoulders, rubbing back and forth. I can feel the metal of his rings against me, and it helps to calm my nerves. I don’t typically get all nervous to meet someone, but Victoria. Posh. A Spice Girl. My life will be complete. Did Harry just say what I think he said?

“Wait. What did you say?” I grab his chin, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “You know her?”

“Of course. David and I go way back, darling. Would yeh like to meet her?” His smile makes my heart rate increase as I realize the possibility of meeting the woman in the flesh.

“NO!’ I say louder than I should. “No, I’m a mess. This wouldn’t be a good thing. Goodness, I need a drink.” I whisper my words before blowing air out of my lips.

“Okay, Why don’t you check out these other art pieces? I’ll get you a drink. Champagne? Wine? Tequila?” His cheeky smile makes me stick out my tongue, always looking for ways to get me in the mood and tequila would do just that. As he well knows.

“Wine please.” I say, giving him a small peck on the cheek. “I’ll be here.” I turn my body towards the art and begin to bring my focus to a sculpture that is made out of paperclips. It is interesting to me how they have been able to stack and bend the metal to create such a beautiful piece of art. I move down the table, allowing each piece of art to speak to my heart, noting a few that would speak to Harry’s as well.

“Elizabeth.” Harry clears his throat, and I turn around to my fiancé holding a glass of wine.

“Thank you.” I say, taking the wine from his hand.

“I would like yeh to meet Victoria Beckham. Victoria, this is my fiancé, Elizabeth.” Harry smiles, and I feel like there is an earthquake in my soul as I stand before my favorite Spice Girl of all time.

“Hello Elizabeth, it’s nice to meet you. This dress you are wearing is absolutely stunning.” Victoria comments, and my head runs in circles. She just complimented my dress. THE VICTORIA BECKHAM. Fashion designer. Pop Star. Beautiful woman. Just complimented the dress I am wearing.

“Thank you” is all I can say as my eyes probably have grown to the size of the soccer balls her husband kicks around. Harry places his hand on the small of my back, rubbing tiny circles in an effort to help calm me as he can tell I’m nervous since I’m not speaking.

“It’s a Mark Bumgarner. The whole dress was hand appliqued. He did a beautiful job.” Harry jumps in to help answer Victoria.

“I can see the detail; it’s just brilliant. And I can see it’s on your tie as well.” Victoria states, pointing towards the cream tie Harry is wearing that has the beautiful flowers appliqued delicately.

“Your dress is stunning as well, Victoria. Is this one of your designs?” I manage to squeak out.

“In fact it is. I have a few things up for auction today. You and Harry should take a look. There is a jacket over there that would look gorgeous on you.” Victoria smiles at my comment, and I feel like I am about to pass out on the floor. Victoria never smiles and yet she smiled at me. WHAT IS HAPPENING?

“I can see David over there on his third drink. I better let him know it’s time to be done. It was so lovely to meet you, Elizabeth. Let’s do dinner sometime soon please?” She leans over, kissing my cheeks twice before moving to Harry and doing the same.

“Will do! I’ll give yeh a call.” Harry says before Victoria leaves to assist her husband.

I can’t breathe. I stand there stil. In shock at what had just happened. Not only did I see a Spice Girl, but she complimented my dress, and she kissed my cheek. What a night.

“Breathe baby, I need yeh to breathe.” Harry says with a small chuckle. I let out a big breath of air and attempt to breathe normally. “That was kinda fun,” Harry whispers.

“Harry! That was…. AMAZING. I just met Victoria Beckham!!” I run in place, the excitement from the moment bursting out of my body. “But don’t do that again. I about had a heart attack.” Swatting his chest, I take a deep breath, reflecting about how one of the coolest people on the planet just interacted with me.

“I can think of a way you can thank me for that later.” His cheeky smile is back, taking a sip of his wine. I roll my eyes and grab his hand, taking him towards the art I thought he might like, secretly hoping he will let me bid on the jacket Victoria mentioned.

“I think we’ve got enough art in our house.” Harry says, resisting the direction I’m pulling him in, “Why don’t we go check out the jacket Victoria mentioned? Maybe we can have her sign it after we put down a bid that they cannot refuse.” Harry bites his lip as he smiles at me. I feel like I can burst into song and dance as we walk towards the table with the gorgeous jack that will soon be mine.

A/N: Sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself in order to realize how lucky I truly am to have @whoopsharrystyles in my life. Guys, she is honestly Harry in girl form, actually she is better than Harry and I have proof. I appreciate her and all she does for me and my writing.

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SW Rey Theory - Legacy of Light - Chapter 26

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(10 and 11 years after Return of the Jedi)

Ashla stared numbly out the transparisteel glass of the Millennium Falcon as Nyx jumped the ship into hyperspace. It was strange to be back on this ship, but it felt good to be somewhere familiar again. She knew better than to be worried about her mom now, but she was tired of feeling guilty that her mom had to save her sorry butt. As if Ahsoka didn’t have enough to worry about, now she was causing her more trouble. One of these days she was going to get her killed, and that scared her. She bit her lip and glanced over at her uncle that she hadn’t seen for fifteen years. She’d been so lost in thought, she didn’t realize he was studying her. “What?”

“Nothing…” he looked away, brushing his long dark hair out of his eyes. He looked thinner than she remembered, and paler. Was he still drinking so much?

“Thank you for picking me up,” she said nervously, expecting him to be angry that he’d had to get involved with her again. She had no idea how her mom had found him and gotten here so fast, but she was grateful. “I don’t mean to cause you trouble.” He sighed and leaned his head back against the chair.

“You aren’t trouble, Ashla,” he murmured, closing his eyes. She wanted to ask him why that wasn’t what it felt like sometimes, but maybe it was better to let it go. She couldn’t remember the last time he was this quiet and not upset about something. She wondered what had changed since the last time she’d seen him. They’d kept in touch over the years, but not a lot was said about where they were or what they were doing. So the conversations were brief and sporadic. She’d missed him, despite knowing that he’d probably been happy to be rid of her after dropping her off at the enclave. “I’m sorry,” he said after awhile. “I should have taken better care of you.”

“Uncle Nyx…” tears welled up in her eyes and she hopped up to hug him. “You did take good care of me. I didn’t understand it before, but I do now. You were scared, and after what I’ve seen, I understand why.”

“But it was my job as your guardian to protect you and I didn’t,” he patted her awkwardly on the arm and she let go. She’d forgotten he wasn’t as openly affectionate as Rex had been.

“You can’t blame yourself.”

“But I do.” He stared at his feet. “When your mother showed up on my doorstep, I liked her right away. She gave me a hard time, pressuring me into letting her stay while I got beat up by thugs looking for some money I owed them. I don’t remember what all happened, but when I came to, they were gone and Ahsoka was standing over me offering to help me up. I never did figure out how she got rid of them, since there weren’t any cops nearby, but I was too grateful to care. After seeing the way she fought that guy back there, well… I guess I finally have an answer. Now I feel pretty foolish for all my rants to her about how much I hated Jedi. Without her help, I think my business would have tanked. She pulled me out of a bad place, kept debt collectors off my back and helped out around the shop. I was nervous about the future when she told me she was pregnant, I had no idea what to expect. Dealing with kids was not my forte. She was so patient with me, she let me help take care of you even though I wasn’t your father and I guess I fell in love with you a bit quicker than I wanted to admit to anyone.” He fell silent for awhile. She kept hoping he’d continue, but he didn’t.

“My mom said that even though leaving me behind was the hardest choice she ever had to make, she trusted you,” she smiled reassuringly at him.

“I don’t know why. I badmouthed her old life, I badmouthed your father, I even badmouthed her…”

She reached out and squeezed his hand. “Jedi can sense things. She knew that in your heart you were a good person and that you’d take care of me as if I were your own, and you did.” She tried to sit back down but felt something inside her and she almost missed the seat. “Whoa.”

“Are you alright?” he asked as she hunched back against the seat.

“Yeah, I'm just tired." She stared straight ahead wondering if it meant what she thought it did. She shook it off, she'd been through a lot today and frankly, she didn't trust her senses right now. She hoped she’d be able to trust them again after what happened with Starkiller. "Nyx?”

“Hmm?”

“What changed? Why are you suddenly so… uh… nice?” She blushed realizing that probably wasn’t how she should have asked him what was going through his mind.

“I guess I’m turning into an old softie,” he smirked at her and looked away.

“Seriously, what gives? You’re acting weird.” She rolled her eyes.

“Something your mother said before she jumped out…” she held her breath wondering if he’d actually tell her what that was.

“Well? What?” she begged him to continue.

“All these years I’ve stupidly believed that I’d gotten stuck raising you when that wasn’t at all what I thought I wanted to do. I resented her for the trouble it caused me. Meanwhile, she’d been wishing it was her that had you. That she’d gotten to be the one there and not me. The ironic part, I suppose… was that if your mother had been interested in being with me, I would have helped raise you anyways.” He looked up at her and she watched him curiously. “I don’t think she ever wanted me like that, mind you, but I kept hoping maybe she would if she saw what I did for you. Then seeing her again, wowee… it took my breath away.” His eyes widened, and he looked at her. “Don’t tell her I said that. I shouldn’t have said that.” He leapt to his feet and left the cockpit mumbling to himself and she stared after him confused.

She shook her head, smiling. So that was the main reason he’d put up with her for so long? He was still madly in love with her mother. It didn’t really surprise her to learn that. Everyone she’d ever talked to that had known her mother was enamored by her. And why shouldn’t they be? She was amazing! She was powerful, strong, soft, kind, brilliant... Ezra had admired her. Rex respected her and would do anything for her. Chewbacca had cared for her. Her father, who’d married a queen, had fallen in love with her. Ahsoka was just that type of person; you couldn’t help but love her.

She glanced down at her belly. She wasn't sure how she felt about sensing she could be pregnant. She thought she'd loved Galen. They'd definitely had chemistry, but after finding out who he really was... the idea that she was carrying his child made her nervous. She wanted to be a mother, at least she'd known for sure she did after making that deal with her own mom years ago. This was not how she’d imagined it, but maybe now that her mom was back from wherever she'd gone for so long, maybe they could finally be together. Maybe her mom would help her raise it. Although she hoped Ahsoka wouldn't be disappointed to find out Starkiller was the father.

Thinking about her mom reminded her that she’d just left her to fend for herself with dozens of crazy acolytes closing in around her and Starkiller intent on killing her. She tipped her head back, reaching into the force. “Mom? Are you still there?”

“Of course, I am, love.” Ashla smiled the moment her mom’s voice came through. “It takes more than a raging maniac to bring me down. You should know that by now.”

“I do, I do,” she laughed. Her mom sounded lighter, but still so serious. Like she knew something Ashla didn't. She didn’t know enough to understand the whole weight of what Starkiller had been trying to do to her, but the way her mom had reacted when she’d said they had dad’s helmet… Her mom had reacted in fear. It had crashed through her so strongly it had startled her. She’d never felt her mother afraid before. If she had been, she’d hid it well. Her mom had always known what to do, what to say. She seemed so sure of herself all the time, and Ashla wanted nothing more than to live up to that; to become that confident.

So if her mother was afraid of this, she was too. This was bigger than she thought. She stared out the transparisteel glass and tried to relax, but a deep sense of foreboding settled inside her. They’d dismantled the Empire before, they could face this threat too, right?

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"I need to, uh, meditate," Luke looked away nervously after Leia went to check on her son. Ahsoka watched him tiredly for a moment but didn't move. Seeing him in person after so long was strange. He was almost a spitting image of Anakin, but she could see Padmé’s softness in him. Life and responsibility had been thrust at him with such force it was amazing he was standing so strongly in the light. This was the child that had tipped the balance in his father and brought him back to her. If only he knew how much that meant to her. Maybe someday she would tell him. Or maybe not. Well Padmé, your children turned out just fine. I think you’d be proud. I just wish after what we’ve all been through, that things were getting better not worse. I promise I’ll try to help them as best I can.

"Master Yoda. Master Kenobi. Anakin… If you're there, we need a word," she said aloud, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Oh right... I forgot you… wait..." Luke didn't get to finish his thought as the three force ghosts appeared in the room.

"It's good to see you again, Ahsoka."

�� "I wish it was under better circumstances," she brushed off Obi wan's words, not in the mood for false pleasantries. She paced back and forth as she recited everything she possibly could about what she'd learned on Taris, without of course, mentioning that Ashla was her daughter. She tried to ignore the way Anakin watched her carefully. The others were distracted by the words she'd said, but he’d always been in tune with more than that. He knew something else troubled her and she wasn't ready to say what.

Once they were deep in conversation about the information she'd delivered, she slipped out and made her way to her daughter's room. She sat down on the bed and dropped her face in her hands, sighing deeply. It wasn't long before she felt Anakin join her. She should have known he'd follow her here. Didn’t he have bigger things to worry about? This was about his family after all.

"I sense there's something else that's bothering you about this." He sat next to her on the bed.

"That's because there is," she sighed again. She was too tired to cry now, she just felt numb. Why couldn't the dark side stop needing to rule the galaxy for five minutes?

"Talk to me, Snips." He reached for her hand and she let him take it. At least the flicker of electricity she felt gave her hope she wasn't too far gone.

"Starkiller said that they were trying to resurrect Darth Vader. I don't know if that's possible, but I have a feeling that if they manage it, you're not going to come back to life as this. You'll be something twisted and dark; and possibly worse than before. I can't lose you again, Anakin. My heart can't take it. I'm getting too old for this." She wished she could lean her head down on his shoulder or fold herself in his arms, but even though he sometimes felt solid, she knew she'd only go right through him. Which would be considerably less satisfying. She was capable of curling up in a ball all by herself, doing it with him there would only exaggerate the pain.

"You won't lose me, Ahsoka."

"You don't know that.” She threw her other hand up in frustration. “I'm tired of fighting. It's all I've ever done. Every time I think I could lay down my lightsabers and walk away, something else happens."

"You don't have to get involved in it. This isn’t your fight. You've warned Leia, you've warned Luke. Let them worry about it now. You've done more than anyone can ask of you," he smiled reassuringly at her, but he didn't understand. He didn't know the whole truth. It wasn't that simple. Their fight was her fight, because she had a daughter that also belonged to him. They might not be her blood, but they were still her family in a way.

"I can't stop, Anakin. I have too much to fight for."

"This is about more than losing me, isn't it?" He tipped her chin back.

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"I can't, Anakin. Someday I will, I promise, but I'm not ready yet." Her eyes burned with the millions of tears she'd already shed over this. Why couldn't she just tell him about their daughter? Why did she hold it back now? She had nothing to lose... and yet, it felt like she had everything to lose...

"Ahsoka..." he was interrupted by Luke's call from the hallway.

"Dad?"

"Go, your son needs you," she breathed, gesturing to the door.

"What about you?" he looked back at her sadly.

"I'll be okay." At least she hoped she would be. He hesitated a moment longer and then left her sitting there alone. Ashla was safe; she was with Nyx. She was out of Starkiller's grasp. She'd be okay now. But she'd just found out her daughter was pregnant, and it felt like history was repeating itself. Only this time around, it was far worse than before, and somehow the stakes felt so much higher.

She scoured the room for any of Ashla's belongings she'd left behind, put them in her bag and left Devoran behind her. It was time to confer with Morai and learn everything she possibly could about these acolytes. Morai had told her something very disturbing on Taris; she wasn't the only one that had escaped Mortis in a new form. Her brother; the Son... Ren… was still alive, and he might be the one behind all this. Which meant, this wasn't just a small-time cult with delusions of grandeur. It was a far bigger threat than any of them were ready to face. He'd had far too many years to build it before being discovered. Why hadn’t she connected the dots before?

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“What’s the matter?” Ashla studied the faraway look her uncle got as he held her newborn child. The fallen walker they’d made home in the middle of the desert on Jakku was… well it would do for now. It was private. It was far from everything, and after the Empire’s horrible defeat here, it was the last place anybody would think to look for them. Hopefully…

“Nothing. I was just remembering what it was like to hold you for the first time. I delivered you too, you know. It’s come full circle I guess,” he smiled at her and brushed his jet-black hair back out of his eyes.

“You delivered me?” she laughed, sitting up on the bed. She wished her mom was here right now, but as usual Ahsoka had far more pressing matters to attend to. She wondered how Luke was doing. If they’d been able to help Ben. Her mom had told her not to worry about it, but she did. For the second time she’d been taken away from her brother; her family. Just when she’d thought things were finally looking up. She’d locked away her mother’s lightsabers and sworn that she wasn’t going to do anything that could draw attention to them here. But if this child ended up being a force user, she wanted it to learn too. She’d have to worry about that when it got older.

“Well obviously I didn’t do the work, but I caught you when you came out. Don’t sound so surprised!” Nyx had chosen to stay with her for awhile after they’d found this place. She was grateful to not be alone. He’d changed a lot in fifteen years. He didn’t drink anymore, but he still liked to gamble too much. She got the impression that he was trying to make it up to her mother for all the years he’d resented her. She didn’t care why he stayed, she was just glad he did. He came around and handed the little girl to her. “So, what are you going to name it?”

She was instantly in love with the infant in her arms. She thought about what her mom had said about how she got her own name. Then she remembered what Ezra had said to her; about how she lit up the room like her mother, and for the first time, she fully understood how something so amazing and good could be born of darkness; as though the sun had finally peeked out from behind the clouds. She smiled, unable to hold in the joy she felt. “Rey. Her name is Rey.”

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dasebasstian · 6 years

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Years ago I was asked to interview one of the most unique and talented musicians around- The Reverend Horton Heat. Unfortunately the interview got lost in the editorial shuffle and never saw the light of day. Below is that lost interview.

Setting The Record Straight With The Reverend Horton Heat

Interviewed by D.A. Sebasstian

Jim “Reverend Horton Heat “ Heath has been tearin’ it up for over two decades now, with eleven albums, dozens of compilation appearances, songs in major motion pictures and even video games and cartoons! You might expect a man with that kind of success to slow down...just a little. Well sir- not on your life! The latest incarnation of Jim Heath’s band including The Reverend on guitar and vocals, Jimbo Wallace on upright bass and Paul Simmons on drums, is arguably one of the tightest and hardest working bands on the road today. I got the chance to talk with the Reverend by phone while they were in the midst of their 2009 tour...somewhere in the beautiful state of Colorado.

From what I’ve read on the internet you had it pretty rough as a teen growing up hustling the pool halls for cash-

You read the wrong bio (laughs). Lemme tell you what happened. We had just signed to Sub Pop Records back in the ‘90’s and I get this call waking me up early in the morning. It was some girl from Sub Pop wanting to ask me all these questions. She had this monotone voice with questions like (speaking like a robot ) “Where did you grown up?” “What do you like to do?” “What cigarettes do you smoke?” etc. So I told her that I was adopted, like to play pool and I smoke Merit Cigarettes. Later on Sub Pop gets this information and turns it into, “Reverend Horton Heat was an orphan who became a pool shark and smokes Lucky Strike Cigarettes.” (laughs). Complete B.S. I have hung out in pool halls, but growing up,I had a wonderful middle class family, a great extended family with cousins, aunts and uncles. You know Sub Pop had a history of that kind of thing.

Does personal experience fuel your song writing?

Yeah- personal experience definitely fuels my song writing...but then again sometimes you gotta stretch out beyond personal experience and use your imagination. You know, get a little phantasmagorical.

Besides Jerry Lee Lewis, who are your biggest musical influences?

I really love the Sun Records stuff like early Elvis and Carl Perkins. Non-Sun bands like Johnny Burnette and the Rock & Roll Trio, Gene Vincent and the Blue Cats, but ya know man...I really like music from the mid-twentieth century era. I really love Henry Mancini as well as the Blues, a lot of the Chess records stuff like Howlin’ Wolf, Buddy Guy and Muddy Waters. Its had a big influence on me. Then of course the Country Music of that era was just great too.

As a band you guys are extremely tight live do you guys rehearse or just set and play out?

The only time we rehearse is during sound check. The way we really keep it going is that we play so much...we play so many gigs. We’ve cut it back from what we used to do- but we’re still one of the hardest working bands out there as far as our tour schedule. I wish we could rehearse more but our new Drummer Paul lives in Nashville, so to schedule a rehearsal involves airline flights and motel rooms (laughs). It’s kinda crazy now. We got the new songs for the new album and we’re going to be getting together to actually rehearse it in Dallas in March. That’s really the only reason we need to rehearse, if we’re working up some new songs or going to rehash some older ones that fell by the wayside.

I love your song Galaxie 500. Are you a Ford guy?

Well I like the design of Fords, I mean I think Fords design, you know alot of people get mad at me for this, but a I just think the way their cars look have always had something just a little bit better. I think Chevy came back into the picture with the ‘55 Chevy- and honestly I have a great appreciation for all American cars. A long time ago people were like “Ford Sucks” and “Chevy Sucks” but what's funny now is like- “What abut Toyota?” “What about Hyundai?” All the sudden all that snobbery between Ford and Chevy people is out the window. It has to be or else we’re all gonna be driving Toyotas. We need to all stick together on this

You are considered by many to be the King of Psychobilly is that a crown you would wanna wear?

No no man...the Kings of Psychobilly are European bands man. The Meteors, Guana Batz, Demented Are Go, Necromantix...those types of bands We have a song called Psychobilly Freakout and when it came out alot of writers in the States didn’t really know what rockabilly was all about. So they heard the song title and were all “What is Psychobilly?” So that label got put on me. But in all honesty we do things that “Psychobilly Bands” don’t do. We’ll do a slow country song, we’ll do a slow blues song...ya know? Some of our stuff definitely fits in the Psychobilly mold but alot of it really doesn’t.

How long have you been playing Gretch and what is your guitar rig live and in the studio?

Well I really haven’t played Gretch my whole career. I had an old Guild back in the mid-80’s with a Bigsby Tremolo that eventually led me to a Gibson ES-175 with the 1954 P90 pickups. But with all the modern lights, dimmer packs and crazy electrical stuff they put in buildings for these light shows, those P90 pick ups would buzz so loud, almost as loud as the tone coming out of my amplifier. I dealt with it, I made it work, but once when I was on tour the 1/4 inch jake just broke into the guitar and at that time we were really at it- doing 275 shows a year. It was around the same time Gretch started doing their reissues. I went into a Guitar Center, saw the Gretch and noticed it was about the same thickness as the Gibson and had the Bigsby Tremolo. To me it had less of the older Gretch “nasal “ sound and more of a Telecaster vibe. That was something that i really liked and that the Gibson definitely couldn’t get. Gibson's are great for Jazz and some Rockabilly, but they just don’t have that Tele Twang . The Gretch had all that plus the Telecaster vibe, so I said, “That ‘s cool man.” Not to mention it was functional (laughs), so I ran with it. Since then I’ve acquired a lot of nice old Gretch guitars, but I don’t take ‘em on the road with me. I do sometimes play them in the studio along with my old Gibson 175 . Gretch started making the “Reverb Horton Heat” model so I play that as well.

What about Amplifiers?

I like the Silver Face Fender Super Reverb, I’ve got several mid seventies Silver Faces, but I have this one in particular that is unreal...it’s just the perfect amplifier. And so I’ve used that on every album I’ve ever done and in fact I’m gonna use it tonight. I spent more money keeping that amp in good repair...I mean it’s the most expensive amp in the world (laughs). We put one mic on that Silver Face and we’re good to go. It’s kinda funny I’m into my amps almost more than my guitars.

Your last album was the brilliant Christmas record Three Kings? Why a Christmas album?

Well for one thing our record label wanted it and for the other alot of my heroes did Christmas albums. They all did them. It was almost like part of their contract. Three Kings was a fun project. What was really interesting is I’ve got alot of record collector friends and as soon s they found out I was doing a Christmas album they all started mailing me their favorite CDs of the weirdest, craziest, most obscure and obscene Christmas Songs... like who put the Dick On Snowman. All this nasty, over the top, blue Christmas music. So at that point I was thinking, I am going to do a Christmas album and all the kids in my family...ya know I started thinking Christmas is for kids. Maybe I’ll do a Christmas album like that someday but in the mean time I’m just gonna do a straight up Frosty and Rudolph traditional album.

I’m a big rivet head so I gotta ask- what was it like working with Al Jourgenson of Ministry on the Liquor in the Front album?

Well..that was a crazy trip into an area I’d never really gone before. It was scary as hell. I mean I would leave the studio after being in there for eleven hours, working on one song, just bleary eyed and tired of working and I’d look over there and Al was about to die, the guy almost killed himself...several times. Not purposefully but you know what I mean? Al's a trip man...Al's a real trip. I mean Al and I got a little cross ways on that album but he brought a lot of good stuff to the table and alot of interesting ideas. You know that album sold more than any of our other albums so I really can’t knock him too much...but man he’s pretty out there. It’s funny though one thing about him is he knows alot about country music and obscure rockabilly stuff . He’s not just an industrial guy.

How about working with Gibby Haynes of The Butthole Surfers?

Now doin’ the sessions with Gibby, we ate so much Barbecue it was crazy...I mean every night it was BBQ. In fact we were going to this really famous place called Jim Neely's Interstate Bar-B-Que. We were buying so much every day...they had this shopping cart that they used when they would cater events and they just let us have the shopping cart full of Barbecue to use. We’d just take it to the studio, lift it out of the back of the van and roll it inside. Everyday we were buying a gallon of Barbecue Sauce...it was crazy! Gibby made his own drinks and was mixing Vodka and BBQ Sauce ...it was really nasty (laughs).

What bands do you like touring with?

Well we like touring with Nashville Pussy they’re alot of fun, then there's the Legendary Sack Shakers and Throw Rag...we’ve done alot of great tours with them. Some of my favorite tours were goin’ out with great guitar players that were so over the top good it’s kinda scary you know. Like Jr. Brown. I didn’t get to talk to him much on tour, he keeps to himself, but man what a great guitar player. I got to see him play every night. Deke Dickerson who's a monster player and Big Sandy and the Flyright Boys were always super inspiring because they are such great players and have such a great style.

Any new albums in the works?

Yeah it’s gonna be with Yep Roc, were gonna try to bang it out here as quickly as possible. Kinda on the cheap. We’re not gonna make too big a deal about it. Probably get Tim Alexander to help us do a little production and musical arrangement as well as some piano and accordion on a coupla things. The plan is were gonna go in a really old little studio in Dallas where Willie Nelson recorded “Red Headed Stranger” and “Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.” I’ll give you a scoop- though I haven’t talked about too much, our new album is gonna be country...

Really?

And its not like “Well we’re goin’ country now,” because I actually have a lotta great rockin songs in the works too, but this upcoming album is just leaning heavily on country stuff. A lot of our fans that like us and are not Country fans seem to really enjoy our country type songs. We’re one of the only bands that they listen to that do anything like country music. So the guys who might normally hate country might still might like our country stuff. Many of my country songs and most of this new album have a humorous thing goin’ on with it.

I’ve always thought of your music reaching across genre borders- I have friends with record collections full of punk or metal or lounge music but they also have some Reverend Horton Heat CD’s in there too.

That was kinda the intention from the very beginning. At the time it was almost like shooting apples in a barrel. Back when we first started there really we not that many Rockabilly bands in existence. You had the Stray Cats, Rockats and Paladins playin’ upright bass and then The Blasters. Without getting into listing all the bands that were around at the time, it was pretty weird. There just wasn’t that big of a Rockabilly scene. So here we come in, doin’ original music that was Rockabilly, but a little more amped up. It really was like shooting apples in a barrel. People were like- “Whoa this band is really different!” “We never heard anything like this before!” (laughs)

Yeah but you have to be good too- I mean you could be different but if your not good your not gonna get the fans. There's a real power with what you guys do.

Well thank you. Anything you do at some point it’s gotta be entertaining

So you guys are writing the new album on the road? Yeah I’m writing as I go- yeah I’m gonna go in there and work on a new song today. So we're trying to get songs ready as we play on this tour, because we aren’t together. You know? When we’re off tour Paul goes back to Nashville. This is our time together so we get to annoy all the opening bands and crew people by turning our sound check into a rehearsal (laughs)

Do you believe in UFOs?

That's a cool question...and the answer is...no (laughter). I love to watch the shows about UFOs on TV. Its very entertaining to think about but I don't believe in UFOs. I’m one of these very skeptical persons- so until I see it myself I won’t believe it. I’ve got this thing about Government- I mean people get all bent out of shape that our Government keeps secrets from us. The simple fact of the matter is that they have too keep secrets from us or we would all die. I don’t think their keeping UFOs a secret. I think what they keep secret is the military stuff that if it came out that we had it then eventually our enemies would use it against us.

If you could rewrite the soundtrack to any older movie (say pre 1977) what film would it be?

Probably Thunder Road with Robert Mitchim. I’d keep the title song, “Thunder Road,” but that’d be a fun movie to do. When I was a kid, my Dad would take me to the car shows and the drag races and then he’d set me down and say, “You got to watch this movie Thunder Road.” After I saw it I was like, “Hey Dad what does that mean- all hopped up?” (laughs).

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inawickedlittletown · 5 years

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Walking The Wire (153/163)

Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.

This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.

Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)

A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3

I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony

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Masterpost

Chapter One Hundred Fifty Two

The vault was on the same floor as Nova Prime’s office. Rocket had sort of expected that. There was a biometric lock as well as a code to open it and then of the glimpse inside that Rocket got before the door closed, there were smaller locked up boxes that probably held all kinds of things. Probably valuable. Probably rare. Probably important. Maybe even dangerous. He kind of itched to find out.

The guard that had gone in, came back out a few minutes later and he rolled out a locked up box. Unlocking it seemed easy. There was no kind of code, just a lever. Then inside was the orb just as the guardians had left it.

“So, as you see, it is perfectly well protected,” the guard said.

Carol nodded. “Yes. I see. And has there been any attempts at stealing it?”

At that, Rocket noticed that Nova Prime hesitated in answering immediately which meant that someone had certainly tried.

“They were stopped,” she said.

“And yet, someone else could try and they could succeed.”

They all heard the implication that it would be Thanos.

Rocket had the fake on him. He had brought it just in case they had a chance to switch them -- they really hadn’t expected for there to be a moment but Rocket had been stealing for years and with the orb being right there, he decided to take a risk and try it. It would be easier than sneaking in and then having to break into the vault, finding the right box, and taking it without getting caught. Not to mention that his way might be faster.

He walked closer and could feel both the guard and Nova Prime watching him as he did.

“Looks protected, don’t it, Danvers?”

Carol raised an eyebrow at him and he looked back at Nova Prime.

“It does. I still have to say I’m--”

“Worried,” Rocket said, “that someone might just come in and take it?”

He reached in deftly and snatched it up.

“Hey, you can’t--” One of the officers stepped forward.

Rocket bounced the orb in his hand. “I just wanted to see if it still weighed the same,” he said and threw it up in the air.

Everyone around him looked ready to grab it out of the air and yet they were wary of the object. More guards had entered the office as well and when he threw it again Rocket pulled the fake out and when the real fell, he threw the fake one up and tucked the other away. He threw the fake up a couple of more times for show and then actually handed it to Carol who threw it back pointedly.

“Put it back, Rocket,” Carol said.

Rocket did and he took a step back. “I think it’s well protected here,” Rocket said. “Unless you can think of somewhere better?”

They all looked to Carol and Rocket shifted closer, away from the box.

“I cannot. I am sure it will be as safe as it can be here. In trusted hands.”

“It is,” Nova Prime said as the box was closed up and rolled back into the vault immediately.

“Thank you for being so accommodating,” Carol said. “And it is good to see you. It’s been a while, but things seem to be going well.”

Nova Prime nodded and Rocket ignored whatever small talk they were making until Carol managed to excuse them and they were on their way. They walked out of the building and then onto the streets of Xandar and only when they were far enough away did Rocket confirm to Carol that he’d gotten the stone.

“That turned out to be easy.”

“Aren’t you glad, I came,” Rocket said.

Carol just gave him a look.

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“You got the stone,” Tony said with some surprise and almost a laugh.

Steve was surprised too. It was not at all what he had expected when Rocket, Carol, and Scott returned. He almost did expect for them to be chased out of the Nova Corps building. But it didn’t seem like there were any alarms blaring behind them which was good news.

“It was sitting right there,” Rocket said. “Distracted them a bit by throwing it in the air and then I switched them.”

“That easy,” Natasha said with some surprise.

Rocket just shrugged. “I’ve been known to steal things.”

“One more to go, then,” Tony said and Steve could feel his nervous energy.

Around them the city just kept moving with aliens walking past with kids or without and it was hard to imagine that in their present it was likely most of the people they were seeing were gone. Steve didn’t really like to think about it.

They took a walk to more obscured place from which to travel from. It was strange to think that they were actually one stone away from really being able to change things back and go against Thanos again. It was the going against Thanos part that had Steve a little worried. Even if they too had stones, Thanos was still formidable.

“I didn’t think this one was going to be all that easy. They’ve all been too easy,” Tony said.

Steve nodded. That was maybe a bit of a concern. The other ones had been easy because they knew what happened in the past - they had been prepared. Strange had been surprisingly willing to work with them to give them the Time Stone and Thor had been able to pull off getting the Reality Stone before it was taken to The Collector. He really hadn’t expected for Rocket to be able to somehow get the Power Stone out from the Nova Corps without there being at least some kind of fight.

“I think -- maybe this is the universe or something letting us do this because everything needs to be set to rights,” Tony said.

“Stranger things have happened,” Steve said.

Tony reached over and grabbed his hand. “We’ll have Peter back soon.”

“We will,” Steve said.

Once they were out of the main part of the city and away from any onlookers, they stopped. There was just one more stone but along with the stone they were going to need a gauntlet which meant that they would need to split up soon.

The Soul Stone was the one most shrouded in mystery, but Nebula assured them that while it might be guarded it wouldn’t be the hardest to find. When she talked about it there was always a sadness in her voice that probably had a lot to do with her sister.

Thor needed to go to the space forge. Rocket had apparently already gone there once, but he wanted to go again and Natasha was interested enough to go with them and Bruce and Rhodey had felt tagging along too. Which left him, Tony, Nebula, Scott, Carol and Clint to head to Vormir and get the Soul Stone.

Scott made work of making the Benatar big again and they parted ways. Thor and the others left first with the use of Thor’s axe, but they were taking the ship to Vormir. They saw the others go first and then they walked onto the ship and strapped in.

Carol took care of flying with Nebula assisting. They were up in the air in no time. Steve turned to look at Tony who seemed a bit too quiet as he looked around and Steve was suddenly reminded that this was the same ship that Tony had been stuck in -- where it had been a real possibility that he would die.

“Tony?”

Tony turned to look at him and he looked nervous and a little lost.

“Hey,” Steve said, “I’m here.”

“I know,” Tony said.

They took off and a few minutes later, Nebula warned them about a jump.

“It feels weird,” Tony added.

They were holding hands, and Tony’s nerves had seemed to quiet down some, but he wasn’t as relaxed as Steve would have liked.

“We’re only one stone short, Tony,” Steve said.

“We’ll get everyone back,” Tony said. “We’ll see Peter again.”

Steve nodded. “Yes. We will. It won’t be that much longer now.”

They had come so far from the first initial ideas about how to go after Thanos and how to get everyone back. Time travel hadn’t even been an option until Scott and even then it had seemed insane and yet they had done it. They had gone back in time to get the stones and they were going to get the last one. One more stone. Thor would hopefully get them a gauntlet.

“How long until we get there?” Clint asked.

He’d gotten up from his chair to join Nebula up front and Steve had to admit that it was kind of a nice view. Space. It was vast and different than anything else that Steve had ever experienced or maybe even wanted to experience.

“An hour or so,” Nebula said. “We’re close.”

“Cool,” Clint said and sat down next to her.

Steve took off his seatbelt seeing as it seemed safe now. It also meant he could reach Tony better.

“Have you thought about what we’re going to do once Peter is back?”

Tony’s lips quirked up. “I just want to hold him.”

“And after that?”

“I don’t know. Anything. Everything. Whatever he wants.”

The longing in Tony’s voice hit him hard -- and it was a feeling that Steve knew well. He missed Peter too. And Bucky. And Sam. And Wanda. But they would see them all soon. Steve couldn’t wait.

“Tony,” Steve said.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen next. We don’t know what getting this stone will entail or what facing Thanos again will be like, but I just want to promise you that this time we do all of it together. We’ll do whatever it takes.”

Tony nodded and he squeezed Steve’s hand.

They arrived at Vormir a little while later, landing without much trouble. Vormir was shockingly different to what Xandar had been like. It was a desolate planet that looked like it hadn’t seen any kind of person ever. It was almost like a desert except that there were pools of water along with the sandlike dunes. Up ahead was a huge mountain and somehow Steve just knew that it was where they needed to be headed.

“I think we need to go up there,” Nebula said.

“That looks like a bit of a trek,” Scott said.

It was a long walk -- longer than any of them had probably expected, but then they couldn’t accurately tell how far they were from the mountain.

“Maybe,” Clint said, “we should have flown the ship up there. I don’t know if it’s the sand or what but is anyone else tired from walking?”

“It’s the gravity,” Carol said. “And it would have been dangerous to land any closer.”

Clint nodded.

“That makes sense,” Scott said.

“I can go ahead,” Carol said and then she was up and flying before any of them could say anything.

Carol returned a few minutes later. “I don’t see much of anything. But the mountain is probably where we need to go.”

She walked with them and Steve had no idea how much time passed before they finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

“Well, this isn’t weirdly creepy or anything,” Tony said as they started up. There actually seemed to be a path but not a path that had been made deliberately but one that had been created over time due to how many times people had walked up the path. Many seeking the stone, probably.

They made it up quite a bit when a figure appeared in front of them. The figure was cloaked and Tony took a step back. Steve ran into his back, but the others stopped short and Steve reached back for his shield. He could tell that Tony was ready to get the suit on as well.

The figure seemed to float in front of them, not really moving -- it was otherworldly and creepy. It only got worse once it started to talk.

Chapter One Hundred Fifty Four

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cassie-and-ren · 5 years

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English 111 final exam

So it’s the end of semester and I had the choice of writing an optional essay, I decided (like the over achiever I am) and I picked probably the hardest topic.

3. Narrative: Describe an event in narrative style that is appropriately titled “disproportionate response”

So... here’s what I wrote (not that anyone was asking) It’s a draft so misspellings, confused narrative and being boring and long to expected:

Disproportionate Response

The sound of grass rustling and animals conversing had provided a small void of tranquility while the chaotic mind of the female remained with her. Cassie hadn't realized the weight of going back to her parents, within the time she had been gone she had befriended the prince of her region, a grim reaper and a former creature. Her life had been normal up to this point and it wasn’t like she wanted it to change that much, but it had to, with her job as a knight it was important for her to change constantly, for better or worse. In the case it had been for better, but the manner in which it had changed wasn’t entirely her work. Cassie’s eyes remained looking out seeing the familiar field that once before she had trained in, her horse happily walked through as with each step he was now skipping at the familiar feeling on his hooves. Cassie smiled and rubbed his mane,

“Remember this? We used to stay out here for hours.” She laughed, “We even got in trouble one time when they thought we had went missing.” Her horse made a sound of acknowledgement, then a voice came behind her.

“I don’t mean to intrude on the memories, but how do you know your horse even knows anything beyond his haystack?” Cassie sat up and grabbed the reins as she responded.

“Because we practically grew up together, more than I can say for the person who was reborn.” The man had moved to sit next to her.

“That wasn’t very kind, usually you wait a little bit before you insult me.” Cassie shrugged,

“Well perhaps if you did not insult my steed I wouldn’t have either.” He chuckled, he then went silent looking over at Cassie. She sighed,

“If you are worried please don’t be Curil.” He looked forward once more, seeing the empty field caused him to fixate on the blue horizon meeting the larger grass hill.

“I am more worried about your family, how will they feel after seeing you again for the first time in half your life?”

“It has not been half my life, only about four years, and who knows? Maybe they’ll detest me and turn me away at the door.” She laughed dryly at that,

“This is not something to joke about, Cassie, if we are to do this you need to be more aware of what could happen.”

“I am very aware of what could happen.” Cassie snapped at him, “So I would hope you would understand that I am planning things out as best as possible.” Curil remained looking at her, “Do not bother me with your worries when I have enough on me.”

“Is it so bad for me to be worried about my love?”

“When you call me that it is. I do not wish to be called a “love” say my name or make a better name.” Curil smiled a bit happy that he managed to distract her for a moment.

“Since we are also there, would it be too much for me to ask what you even did?” The third member of their group, Kyo, the crown prince sat in the carriage speaking to them.

“Well it would be good for you all to know what I did… please do not let you form your opinion of me.” She took a small pause, “I stole my father when I was sixteen.” Another pause, “He’s a collector and has a room in the back of our house that had all the priceless things he had collected over the years, one of which was a sword.”

“That one you have?” Cassie nods.

“Stealing from your own family is no sin, if anything they should be happy you have something to protect yourself with.”

“Well I have no clue how they even felt because when I stole it I had left for training and never even got to see what they thought of me.” Everyone went quiet.

“So you never knew how they even felt after four years?” Cassie nodded.

“Well, there is no punishment for stealing a weapon, perhaps your family would just be happy to see you again.”

“That is if they care.”

“They will.” Curil stated quickly. “If they do not than your stealing is nothing in God’s eyes.” Cassie looked over to him, seeing that he wasn’t joking made her a bit happy.

“Still, it will only have been a short time since I’ve been back so we should keep things low to the ground.”

“I was expecting you to say something like that, don’t worry, my parents never cared for the royal family outside of our finances, we also live near the outskirts so there’s no worry of you being seen.” Kyo made a sound before moving to sit back in the carriage. Curil kicked his feet up and rested back.

“Be sure to wake me if you get tired.” Cassie nodded and went back to looking out and thinking about what was to come.

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They had arrived to Cassie’s house later that night, still early enough for them to be up, likely they were eating dinner at this point. Though everything was the same as she remembered: the broken gate in the front of their yard and even the flowers Cassie had planted with her mother were perfectly growing in the moonlight. Cassie wasted no time in her memories and knocked on the door with Curil and Kyo behind her, there was no noise and after two minutes she tried again. This time the door opened and Cassie’s eyes met with the eyes of her mother. Cassie spoke first.

“... Hello, mommy I-I hope we’re not bothering dinner.” Her mother seemed unable to form words as her mouth didn’t move, her hands came up together while her eyes seemed as though she had seen a life sized jewel. Just then her brother came from behind him and upon seeing her he yelled out before grabbing his sister in a large hug.

“Cassie! You came back… I thought you’d never come back!” Cassie got her breath back before rubbing her brother's back and smiling.

“Well it’s not like I had much choice Ren.” He pulled back and looked at her.

“I can’t believe that nothing’s changed… well besides that frown. Are you unhappy to see us?” She shook her head.

“No, it’s not that, I just… don’t have many words but I have many stories.” He just stared at her before hugging her once more.

“C-cassie.” She finally heard her mother’s voice. Ren let her speak to her. “Are you really back?” Cassie smiled before walking up and hugging her mother.

“Yes I am… I’m sorry for leaving without telling any of you. I know you were probably more worried than anyone.” Cassie felt her mother’s hand on her head.

“You still don’t take care of your hair properly.” Cassie pulled back laughing, her mother’s face now had tear streaks.

“So you are back.” Cassie’s heart stopped hearing that voice, it was the voice of her father. Looking behind her mother she saw him joining them.

“I am, father.” She spoke stiffly, her mother turned to him.

“We’ll let her stay the night honey… and we’ll welcome her guetes as well!” He seemed not to hear his wife before he walked up to Cassie. Cassie looked up with large eyes fearing any words he had for her. As she waited for him to speak suddenly it didn’t matter. She felt an impact of knuckles at her face, the feeling of hitting the ground hard hit her next the a noise of everyone around her as her father stood still in his position.

“What are you doing harming my daughter!” Her mother yelled.

“I know you’re angry but she’s my sister! I’m not afraid to do the same!” Ren yelled.

“Are you alright?” Cassie felt Curil’s hand at her back.

“Yes I am.”

“Your father may have already sealed his fate.”

“It is fine, please don’t do anything.”

“I didn’t think we reigned over people who harm their youth.” Cassie was going to say something but then her father spoke up.

“You left, and for four years, had us thinking that you had gone and died. With nothing for us to reason with how do you think we felt?” Her mother answered.

“Not bad enough to harm her! If she were dead something like this wouldn’t even be possible.” Still he said nothing to his wife and kept looking at Cassie. She got up and stood up to his height.

“I didn’t expect to come back and be punched, but I guess that’s better than any lecture you could give me.” She paused, “Though are you unaware of your missing sword?” His eyes narrowed.

“Sword?” Then he looked down seeing the blade at her hip. “You took it?” Cassie was beyond a doubt of why her father hadn't noticed his sword missing with how much care he took into his artifacts.

“You’re still worried about that?” She looked to Ren, “I knew you took it but I thought they knew they too.” Cassie looked to her brother.

“Well, that aside, we didn’t care about anything else you could have done, we just wanted you to come back.” Her mother said sweetly Cassie stared at them all. “We really just worried about you getting hurt.” Cassie didn’t know what to say as she felt horrible and relieved all at the same time. She dropped her head and for the first time she had been able to finally laugh with real heart. Curil waited behind her with Kyo while her family smiled at her laughing. Her father eased her to stand up once more.

“Just don’t worry us like that again… I’m sorry for hitting you.” Cassie looked at her father and gave him a bright smile.

“It’s okay, I’m just happy to see that you all still care about me.” Her mother then came up hitting her husband.

“I can’t believe you did that Kuris! Cassie go inside and put something on your face before that leaves a nasty bruise.”

“Come on, we have a lot to talk about, and you can introduce us to the prince!”

“No need to call me that.” Kyo walked in behind them.

“Hopefully we’ll all be able to get along.” Curil said eyeing her father.

While Cassie hadn't been to keen on coming home, she hadn't expected to greeted in the way she was. She was happy nonetheless to finally be home.

#college #english #narritive #I wrote this in an hour

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