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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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Letter 1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader x Lando Norris

Part. 6 to Our Boy Series

Rating: PG

Words: 1.1K

Warnings: Angst, maybe fluff?

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Synopsis: After leaving, you left all your letter behind. The ones you wrote and the ones he wrote. Elijah finally reads Letter 1, maybe it brings comfort? But sometimes comfort can hurt.

Elijah, you must hate me for what I did. Rightfully so, but first, you should know the story. The real story. This is how your father and I met.........

We met in 2016; I was 19 and he was 31. How do I even begin to explain this to you, the significant age gap and much less how we even got together. Well, I can thank Lewis for that one.

Lewis introduced us when there was a massive party at the beginning of the year, kicking off the new F1 season. I went with my father. He was invited and brought me along, wanting me to mingle. Father introduced me to Lewis when I was young. McLaren boys stick together.

Lewis was, is, an older brother to me and someone I've always admired. When he introduced me to Nico, I highly doubt he expected Nico and me to fall in love. I didn't even plan on falling in love with him. Sometimes, I regret it. Other times, I don't because you came from that love.

Stupid and young, I got drunk, and Lewis was panicking. My father would've killed him if he knew the state I was in. Nico offered to take me, but he never once made a move on me. Laid me in his bed and slept on the couch. Nico wasn't always the monster. I made him out to be. If I was older and got pregnant...things would be different.

Nico was so good to me. We didn't get together until Barcelona, god he was so angry, and we became close, almost friends. He regretted it. I know he did. After it happened, he left that night, already back in Monaco, and I was still in Spain. Hurt was the understatement of the century. I was devastated.

I don't know what it was about Nico, but he trapped me in a way I couldn't understand. Nico was the first person I ever truly loved, and it was something Nico knew. He loved me; I know he did. After Spain, I returned to Monaco and ran into him; he said nothing, just kissed me.

To say the least, we weren't safe, literally and metaphorically. Whenever we were together, it was either fighting or completely wrapped into one another. We didn't care what people said, those who knew and those who didn't. Dad wasn't aware of the relationship until I called him crying one night.

Japan, 2016. I still remember sitting in the hotel room holding the test. I was furious, distraught, happy, and scared. I only told Nico in Abu Dhabi. I figured he'd be so happy. Winning the World Championship and now having a baby? He'd be on top of the world. Anyway, I called my Dad 4 weeks after Japan.

He flew out immediately and went straight to Nico. Told him how he knew of the relationship, Nico was happy. He wanted Mika to know and confess how he loved and respected me. Fast forward to Abu Dhabi, and there we were in the middle of his hotel room. When I told him, he cried, hugged me, and said he'd marry me when we got to Monaco.

Waking the next morning, I was sure Nico loved me. Only to roll over and see him gone. Everything was gone. I should've known right then, and there he left me, but I thought maybe he was talking to my Dad or Toto. Instead, I went around the entire city only to be told he went back to Monaco and was retiring and moving back to Germany.

Dad didn't say a word when I told him. He simply nodded and helped me back to Monaco. Getting to our apartment, it was empty. It was all gone, the pictures, trophies, his stuff. Only my belongings remained.

And a letter, a letter I still need to open. It's in this box. You should read it before me. Nico left me, not you. I was so blinded by rage and heartbreak that anytime he reached out, the first part wasn't that my son would know his father. No, it was; I could finally get back at him for all the pain he left me in.

4 months pregnant, I met you, Papa. I knew of him, but he didn't know of me. I hid in the shadows at the races so no one would know of Nico and me. Upfront with me being pregnant, he just smiled. At 19, your Papa didn't care. We became friends. He knew I was heartbroken and wasn't ready for a relationship.

Yet when I was with him, he was different. Touches, words, feelings, everything with him was different. The kind of love I only wish you can find one day, Ducky. Charles loved you the first moment we met. He taught you how to walk; Cha was your first word. Elijah, our rock, kept us together and refused to let me waste away.

When you said Charles and Lando weren't your fathers, my world crumbled underneath my feet. My hatred and pain fueled your pain of not knowing Nico. But, Ducky, he's not your father. Charles and Lando are. They raised you.

Charles is the one who encouraged you to start karting and protected you. Lando is the one who holds you when you're crumbling. You're their first child and greatest love. No love is more vital than that of a parent and their child. Hate, curse, never speak to me again if you have to, but Elijah, never say they aren't your fathers.

Love,

Your Mama

Blinking, Elijah folds the letter. Standing up from his bed, he creaks open the door, seeing the house pitched in black. Elijah could still hear Cece crying and his Dad's soft words. Walking past, he heads to the main bedroom. Pushing open the door, it creaks.

"Lando? Did she finally fall asleep?" Elijah cringes, hearing his Pa's raw and scratchy voice. "Papa? It's me." A light clicks on, Elijah blinking as he takes in the sight of his real father. "Duc-Elijah? Something wrong?" Charles rubs his eyes, so red that Elijah's throat clamps shut. "I'm," Shuffling his feet, he gathers himself, but looking up, it all breaks.

"I'm so sorry, oh god." Elijah sobs. Charles moves quick off the bed. Without hesitation, Charles crushes him into his chest, cradling him like when Elijah was a toddler. "You're my," He gasps for air, arms squeezing so tight Charles couldn't breathe, but he doesn't care. "You're my father. You've always been my father. Oh god, what did I do?" Elijah sobs, shattering in Charles's arms.

"Breath, breathe for me," Charles whispers, but Elijah shakes his head, moving closer into his Papa's arms. Charles doesn't think twice as he moves Elijah to his bed, laying them down. "I don't hate you," Sobs rattle Elijah's chest as he hides away. "I, I," "Don't, don't say anything," Charles whispers, pinching his eyes as he tries to stop his own tears.

Charles just holds Elijah, unable to let him go as he lets his silent tears fall. "You're my boy, always my baby boy," Charles whispers.

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m4tthewmurd0ck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ~ 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛!

𝐂𝐇��𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟻.𝟾𝚔

italics = flashbacks / memories

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞.

~ 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨

To say you were panicking would be the understatement of the century. You’d done it. You’d finally dumped your piece of shit boyfriend ex-boyfriend. But now, reality had set in. And with reality came… that panic. It wasn’t a well thought out plan to begin with, but you knew you couldn’t stay in the relationship any longer. Especially after the events from the past week, you knew you had to leave.

Things hadn’t gone exactly as you’d expected them to though, and that was where you were unsure of what to do.

When you told John that you were breaking up with him, he just laughed. Then after a few seconds, he got angry.

Shoving you up against a wall, he leaned in so your faces were only inches apart.

“You’re nothing without me,” he sneered, “you’re not going anywhere.”

“You don’t get to—”

As you tried to stand up for yourself, he simply laughed. Though there was no humor in his tone. “I don’t think so. You’re too pathetic to leave. Now clean this fucking place up.”

After that, he’d gone back into the bedroom, got dressed for work, then stormed out of the apartment without another word.

Forcing those moments from your mind, you begin pacing around. And after less than a minute, you begin to overthink. You knew what John expected to happen. Since he’d ‘put you in your place’, he assumed that you’d just do what you normally did at home. And since he’d be gone for a couple of days for a business trip, he’d expect the place to be spotless and for dinner to be on the table whenever he did get home.

10 minutes later, you remained in the same spot, sat on the couch with your knees pulled up towards your chest.

“Guess I should get packing,” you finally mumbled to yourself. Brushing the nonexistent dust from your pants, you made your way to the bedroom and pulled a suitcase out from under the bed. As you mindlessly folded clothes and began arranging them inside, you think back on your relationship with John Walker.

In the beginning, he had you believing that he was genuinely a good guy, and that he loved you. He always said exactly the right things, and in that honeymoon stage, you never argued. He was sweet, planned the most romantic dates, basically, he swept you off your feet.

Just 6 months into the relationship, you made the mistake of saying yes when he asked you to move with him to California. His job offered him the chance to relocate for much higher pay, and he instantly accepted. It made you sad that he hadn’t even thought to mention it to you until it was already a done deal, but you brightened up when he asked you to go with him. He filled your head with how great it would be and all of the adventures you guys would get to have. You were so smitten, you hadn’t even considered saying no.

Yelena, Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Kate all warned you against the idea. Some said that 6 months was waaay too soon, while others said just stay in New York and try long distance.

Even with all of them, none were more against the idea than your best friend.

Pietro had quickly come to think of you as a sister since you met when you were kids, and if asked, he’d say you were one of his favorite people without hesitation. Though you often bickered like siblings, the love was clear.

The one area where you and Pietro disagreed, was your relationship with John. From the beginning, Pietro was the first to think that something was off. Maybe it was the way that John seemed just a little too controlling, but then he’d see the way your eyes lit up whenever you talked about him. And he loved you, so whatever you’d decided, he said you’d have his full support if you ever needed anyone.

The first major red flag was that John not only insisted that you both fly to California, but that he also completely disregarded your fear of planes. But you brushed all of those concerns aside, telling yourself that he must just be so excited to get to California and start that new chapter of your life together.

Once there, John slowly began to change. Within a month, you barely recognized the man you lived with. He’d talk down to you, insulting you while constantly reminding you that you were absolutely nothing without him. It was only the 2 of you, and you’d better not fuck things up or you’ll have nowhere to go and no one to turn to out there.

Around everyone else, and whenever you were on the phone with friends, he was still the caring man that you first fell for. He put on a good show when others were watching or listening. It was those moments that you clung to. It was why you convinced yourself to stay, because you hoped that he’d turn back into the man you once loved.

Finally, after 6 months in California, and right around your 1 year dating anniversary, you reached your breaking point. After an incident that you now couldn’t even begin to think about, you knew you couldn’t keep living like this. You knew that if you did, you might not be alive much longer.

But what were your options? John was right, out in California you only had him. And though you suspected that your friends never really liked John, you’d done your best to hide his true colors, and you felt scared to tell them everything, including Pietro.

“Fuck,” you wiped away a tear. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been crying.

As if able to sense that you needed someone (because he always seemed to know. You swore it was his superpower), your cell phone rang. You knew without looking that it was Pietro calling to check in. Everyone else mostly communicated through text. Well, Steve was a bit old fashioned and preferred calling over texting too, but he always text you first to make sure you weren’t busy.

“Hi,” you tried your best to put on a happy voice. “How’d the big meeting with Fury go?”

“What’s wrong?”

“— nothing. I just asked how your meeting went.”

Pietro sighed, and you could hear him shutting a door. Glancing at the time, you realized that he’d be at work right now. “Okay, now do you want to tell me the truth this time?”

That once sentence was pretty much all it took for you to finally let your tears fall. “I— I finally did it,” you whispered, laughing a little despite the severity of the situation. “I broke up with John. Or, I tried to anyway.”

“Tried to? Printesa, did he do something??”

You can’t help but smile at the old nickname. What started out as a cruel joke with Pietro calling you printesa (“princess” in Romanian) because you were always used to getting your way as a child, turned into a term of endearment over the years. You bit your lip as you contemplated telling him everything that was really going on. He has always had a temper when it came to anyone messing with you.

Once in high school, a boy lied about a date and said that he'd taken your virginity that night, when in fact all you’d done was kiss once. He showed up at school 2 days later with his arm in a sling, and he'd walked up to you, mumbling an apology before practically running in the opposite direction.

It was no secret who'd done that to him. It was no secret, because Pietro admitted it, saying the guy only got what he deserved.

"N—not physically," you decided you’d tell him that it was a lie much later, once you were back in New York. "I just couldn't take it anymore. He's at work now and I'm trying to pack up my shit but it's hard because I don't even know what to take. I left behind so much in New York and I honestly can't remember what I bought, and what was bought with John's money."

"I'm gonna kill that motherfu—"

"Pietro, no, please. You don't ever need to do something like that for me. I'll be okay, I just... I have to figure out what to do with all of this stuff and then I'll find a way back to New York."

Pietro is suddenly pissed that he flew to Tokyo to take a meeting with Nick Fury. Despite your protests, he says that he’s cancelling the meeting with him tomorrow and coming straight home.

After nearly 5 minutes of convincing, he finally agrees to not cancel anything, but says that as soon as you’re back in New York he’s coming home to see you.

Once you’re sure he isn’t going to drop everything to help you, he quickly runs through the list of your friends, seeing who might be able to come and help you. Nat and Yelena are in Russia visiting their dad, and you have to beg him not to tell them just yet. Wanda and Vision are out of the question because Wanda is nearing her due date, and shouldn’t be by herself for more than a day when the twins could come at any moment.

Peter is an option, but you shut that down. Despite only being a few years younger and now obviously an adult, you still think of the shy awkward teenager that he was when you first met.

There were the other 2 Peter’s in California, who also oddly had the same last name as your Peter. You’d met the second one when out for groceries one day, and so you jokingly referred to him as Peter #2. And one day while John was thankfully out (because he would’ve freaked), the man you dubbed Peter #3 entered your apartment. He was so focused on his book that he entered the wrong apartment. His was next door, and he also often kept his door unlocked.

Despite Peter #3 seeming like the best option, you still said no. You didn’t know him all that well, and couldn’t drag him into your mess when after it was all done, he’d still be living across from John. If Peter helped you and John ever found out, you didn’t even want to think about what he’d do.

“I could call To—”

“No. He wouldn’t want to hear from me anyway. And I’ll be okay, I promise. I already feel so much better after venting and confirming that this is the right decision. I’ll find a way back to New York. Maybe rent an SUV since I don’t have enough stuff to fill a moving truck and—”

“Hey, you know this is a different situation. If he knew— okay, look, do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” you respond without hesitation.

Pietro pauses for a moment before speaking again. “I’ll call you back in a few minutes. I’m going to make some arrangements, and no I won’t tell you what they are just yet. But trust me, this will get you out of there as fast as possible. Okay?”

You close your eyes for a few seconds, “okay”.

After reassuring you that everything will be okay in the end, Pietro hangs up after telling you he’s going to make a phone call, then call you back as soon as everything is set up.

Not wanting to just sit around and wait for his call, you decide to pack the rest of your things. It doesn’t take very long, because you meant it when you said that most of your belongings were probably bought by John, and you really couldn’t remember anyway.

Not wanting to give John another reason to hunt you down when he discovers you’ve really left, in the end, most things are left behind.

2 packed suitcases and a hot shower later, you finally begin to calm down. Most of the fear and nerves are still there, but you feel just a little bit better than you did when John first stormed out.

Realizing your exhaustion is causing your mood to worsen, you decide on a quick nap. But also realizing that Pietro could call you back at any moment, you send a quick text saying you’ll be asleep, but you have your phone on loud under your pillow so he can call you if anything happens.

That quick nap turned out to be longer than planned, because it’s over 2 hours later that you’re woken up to a series of loud, sharp knocks at the door. You instantly grow scared, but calm once you realize it can’t be John, because he’d never knock.

Rubbing your eyes in an attempt to feel more awake, you slowly make your way to the door. You look through the peephole, and your eyes widen in shock. When you open the door, you’re face to face with Tony Stark for the first time in over a year.

He remains silent, simply pulling you in for a hug. That gesture causes you to burst into tears all over again, and this time, not just because of everything happening with John.

Almost exactly a year ago, Steve and Tony had a big falling out, and your whole friend group was unwillingly dragged into it. You and Steve had always been close, so it came as a surprise to no one when you were on his side. But that didn’t stop Tony from lashing out and cutting contact with anyone who was “against him”, as he put it back then.

It only just now dawns on you that he must be Pietro’s plan, and it means the world that he’s there.

You hug him even tighter, trying to force yourself to stop crying. As you stutter your way through an apology, Tony rubs small circles on your back, telling you that you don’t have anything to be sorry for, and that you don’t have to talk about all of that right now.

“Do you — are you living in California now?”

Tony shakes his head, telling you that he’s still mainly in New York. “I’m just here on business. I was already on the jet back to New York when Pietro called, so I had the pilot turn around.”

“Alright motherfuckers, I’m ready to commit a crime and that crime is murder!” Rhodey barges in, looking around as he swings a sword.

“Where did you get that?!” You ask, unable to hide your surprise and confusion, and at the same time Tony asks if Rhodey really grabbed that from the trunk and that’s why he took so long.

When asked if he really had that just laying around in his trunk, Tony shrugs.

“Were you going to stab John with that?” You ask.

He looks down at the sword for a moment, as if genuinely thinking about it. “No. Just off with his head.” He does a slicing motion before gently setting the sword down.

“What, umm — what exactly did Pietro tell you?”

“Not much, understandably. But the gist of it is that John is going to be out of town for a couple of days so,” he glances down at his watch, “we gotta get this show on the road! How much do you have left to pack?”

You could feel the shame coming off of you in waves. “I… that’s everything,” you meekly point to your suitcases.

“Oh, well that’s okay!” Tony quickly recovers, “now we can just get out of here.”

“Umm, can you guys wait just a few minutes? There’s something I need to do first.” Once both men nod, you rush to John’s office, grabbing a small stack of papers, and begin to quickly write. After it’s done, you neatly stack the pages and go to the kitchen, using a magnet to stick them to the fridge. The first thing John always does when he gets home is have a beer, so you know he’ll see the letter right away.

[ the letter :

John,

I’m sorry. I’m too much of a coward to do this goodbye in person. I tried that, and you wouldn’t let me leave. Despite all that has happened, I still do have love for you. You helped me out of my shell, brought me to California and you showed me a love in the beginning that I never thought possible. Even back in New York, some of those moments with you were the happiest of my life. But part of me wishes that we never left New York. Things were perfect there. I fell for you the moment we first met. And for a while, everything was so good. But now you’re someone that I do not recognize. You’re no longer the kind, sweet man I once knew. Now when you look at me, all I feel is your anger. I am genuinely terrified of you. I can’t spend the rest of my life in fear that anything I say could piss you off. When you’re angry, I’m always sure you’re going to hit me again. I can’t keep living like this, looking at the man I was once in love with and then wondering what I did to make you become this monster. I will cherish the good memories we have, and I will always be grateful for them. But this has to be goodbye. I’ve left the phone, laptop, and anything else that you’ve purchased for me. I don’t want or expect anything. I just had to leave. Take care of yourself.

As Tony wheels a suitcase towards the SUV, Rhodey pauses before the 2 of you follow him.

“I know it might be hard to leave behind, but if you think there’s even a chance that he’ll track you, you should leave your phone and any other technology. I think to be safe—” he trails off, seeing that you’re already removing your laptop, phone, and AirPods from your backpack.

“That’s everything.”

Only a few minutes later, you’re all on the way to Tony and Pepper’s home that’s there in California. You want to ask a million questions, but don’t even know where to begin, so you remain silent.

“You okay kid?”

You look up and make eye contact with Tony through the rearview mirror. “I’m just… I can’t believe this is happening. A year ago I would’ve never even thought about leaving John. Then six months ago when we moved and I started to see the sort of person he really is, I still didn’t think I’d ever be able to leave.”

Since being in the back seat, you don’t see Tony’s knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. He has half a mind to go find John right now and make sure that he doesn’t bother you, or anyone else ever again. But right now, he knows the priority is making sure you feel and stay safe, so he silently tells himself that he’ll make sure John is dealt with another time.

You finally allow yourself to feel calm, for the first time in a one time, once Tony uses a remote to open the gate that leads down his driveway. Just knowing John wouldn’t be able to get to you here makes it a little bit better.

Once they’re parked and Tony and Rhodey have exited the vehicle, you follow, and find yourself in awe as you look around the property. The last time you were here, before any arguments happened, Tony had yet to start any sort of transformation, and the place looks entirely different now.

“Now bad huh?” Tony turns to face you and spreads his arms out, as if to say ‘look at all of this’.

“Tony, thank you,” you’re relieved when the tears don’t start again. “I don’t know now how I can ever repay you for—”

Tony shakes his head, saying you don’t need to thank him, and this is the least he can do. “We didn’t speak for about a year because I was so stubborn that I couldn’t see you were only doing what you thought was right. I should’ve never expected anyone to just take sides. Rogers and I talked, and we both had no right to expect that from any of you, and also shouldn’t have gotten upset when people actually listened and did choose sides. You were dragged into our mess, and for that I’m sorry.”

You both end up talking for a while, Tony updating you on everything going on in his life, and you’re immensely grateful for the distraction.

“Now I know you’re worried about getting back to New York. But don’t worry, there’s no flying involved. Since I am my own boss, the two of us are going to take our time driving and by the time we’re back in New York, you’ll have forgotten all about he who I can’t name or I might actually throw up.”

As he opens his mouth to say something else, his phone rings. Despite sending it to voicemail, it immediately begins ringing again. “Sorry, I should probably take this incase it’s an emergency—” Once you reassure him that you’re okay, he steps out to take the call.

You do your best to not eavesdrop, but after a few moments you can’t help but hear Tony arguing with whoever he’s talking to. It’s not loud enough to hear specifics like what’s being said, but it’s clear that he’s upset. Creeping towards the door, you manage to hear “I don’t care. Tell them to move it or just cancel it altogether! I — no, I don’t need to explain why to anyone. I’m busy tomorrow and for the foreseeable future.” There’s a short pause, and then “well then tell him to call me and I can yell at him myself!”

Now you feel even more guilty, knowing Tony is cancelling work all because you’re afraid to get on an airplane.

After wrapping up his call, he enters the house and is immediately met with you asking what he just cancelled. Though he pretends to now know what you’re referring to, it’s clear that you know he’s lying.

“It was nothing important. And nothing that can’t be arranged for later. Even if it can’t, something better will come along eventually.”

“If it’s not important, why can’t you just tell me?”

“I — you remember that prick I told you about, Ransom? He wanted to finally set up a meeting and —”

“Anthony! Edward! Stark!” You smack him after each part of his name. “You have been trying to get an in with the Drysdale Corporation for years. If you don’t call back and tell whoever that was that the plans are back on, I’m getting the information from your dad and going to the meeting myself.”

Tony scoffs, “how could you possibly know that my dad knows?”

“Because even though he retired from Stark Industries, you still fill him in on everything because he appreciates feeling involved. Also we all know Howard love me and he’d totally tell me. So…”

Trying, and failing, to contain his laughter, Tony lets out a sigh, “it’s true. He does, and he would. Fine. I’ll tell you, the meeting is in Boston and I’d have to leave tomorrow. But I don’t —”

“Take the meeting, Tony. I can figure something else out. You are now allowed to hire someone to drive me, by the way. You’re already saving my life right now. I can extend the drive and just take my time doing it all myself. As long as I don’t drive too much in one day, I’ll be fine.”

As you look at him, silently pleading that he’ll say okay and still go so that he isn’t putting his life on hold for you, it’s like you can see a switch go off in his mind. “I gotta make a call. I think I know how to make this alright. Because I don’t know if I’m too comfortable with the idea of you making the drive all by yourself. You trust me?”

“Always,” your reply is almost instant.

“Hey. I can practically see the gears in your brain turning. Don’t let your thoughts go there. I’ve known you a long time, and you can’t blame yourself for this. Absolutely none of what happened to you is your fault. You are a good person, and John Walker is a fucking piece of shit. Speaking of which, I do have a possible solution —”

“No.”

“What! You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“I do, and absolutely not.”

Tony holds his hands up in surrender, “just hear me out okay? I have an acquaintance, a friend if you will, Nick Fowler. He owes me a massive favor and I can cash it in—”

“And have him kill John?”

“Well he has worked for the CIA and he knows how to cover shit up! Just let me talk to him and I swear—”

“Tony I love you, but no. I don’t need that on my conscience. Thank you though, it is nice to know you’d risk prison for me.”

“I am going to make a call though. Don’t worry, not to Nick. But take this,” he opens his wallet and pulls a card out. One side is completely blank. The other simply reads N.F. and there’s a phone number underneath. “If anything ever happens and you need help, you call him and tell him you’re a friend of mine and you’re cashing in my favor. Okay?”

Knowing Tony will only accept once answer, you nod, tucking the card into the back of your phone case. “Okay, I’ll call him if I ever need help.”

Tony heads outside to make his call, and you duck so that he doesn’t realize you’re just on the other side of the door, trying to listen. “I know we haven’t talked in a long time and — wait, fuck. Don’t hang up alright? I — she needs you.” A pause. “Yes, that she.” Another pause. “How soon can you get to California?”

Assuming he’ll be back inside soon, you quickly walk over to the kitchen, sitting down on a stool just as the door opens again.

“Is — is your plan alright?”

“Y—yes! My plan will be here tomorrow afternoon. Tonight though, you obviously can’t go back. We have plenty of guest rooms, and you know Pepper would love to have you stay over. Plus Morgan overheard me telling her that I was going to pick you up and so she freaked out about a possible sleepover. So now you have to stay over, it’s basically illegal not to. Now come on, I’ll show you your room.”

When you reach the room, you nearly burst into tears. Morgan has covered the bed with drawings and what you assume are meant to be letters, but are really just a bunch of scribbled lines.

“Told you she was excited about you coming over. But she might try to drag you to her room later. Now you will also notice the large white bags with the Apple logo on them. I had a hunch you might have to leave your things behind so I made a few purchases.”

As you open the bags and begin pulling all of the different sized boxes out, you look back to Tony in shock. “I can’t possibly accept all of this! Anthony, what the fu—”

“Language! I made a pit stop as soon as I landed back in California. The laptop and phones still need to be set up and charged. But they both came with a 50% battery so it’s at least a little charged, and almost everyone’s phone numbers are in already. I will also not be accepting any further protests about how this is too much. We all joke about how I have a stupid amount of money, more than anyone realistically needs in their lifetime. So let me help you with a little bit of it, please.”

Before you can attempt to protest him spending this much money on you again, Tony says he’s going to make some phone calls about going to Boston, and he’ll let you get some rest.

Wide awake, but knowing your body probably really does need the rest, you lay down while scrolling through your new phone. You smile as you scroll through the contacts. Besides Tony, he also put Howard, Bruce, Steve, Peter, Nat, Yelena, Kate, Rhodey, Thor, Loki, and a handful of others.

You then notice that you already have a ton of unread messages, and for a brief moment, there’s panic that John somehow found out you’re gone and he found your new number and he’s attempting to contact you already. But then you see the messages, and immediately feel better.

peter 🕷

tony gave me your new number, just wanted to reach out and say i love and miss you ☺️ i'm taking you out for lunch when you're back in new york! this is peter btw.

steve 🇺🇸

hey 👋🏻 i'm glad you're safe now. i'm always here if you ever need anything, no matter what time it is. i love you and miss you!

wanda 🪄

hi my love ♥️ call me whenever you get the chance, and if you need me i'm always here. i love you.

rhodey 🤖

we'll have already seen each other but let me know if you want me to kill john. swear to god i won't tell tony.

clint 🏹

hey kiddo 😁 if you ever need to get away, you're always welcome to come stay with us. the kids miss you (okay i admit, i do too). we love you, and can't wait to see you again!

unknown number

did you pick up the pizza?

unknown number

i just realized this is not in fact my grand son. well anyway hi stranger, i'm stan

yelena 🔪

hiiiiii! tony says you'll be back in new york soon and that you'll be getting a new apartment! let me know when, i'm taking you shopping. do NOT let kate take you. you know she only has one fork in her entire apartment??? that is not cutlery. anyway, Я тебя люблю!

[ Я тебя люблю! = I love you! ]

kate 💜

idk what yelena text you, but she just called me and was laughing like a crazy person so don't listen to her. i miss you and am so excited to see you! let me know if you ever need anything okay?

loki 🐍

hi love, let me know when you're back and we'll do dinner 🍝🍕🥂 and also let me know if you want me to kill walker. i love you and will see you soon! serious offer by the way. i won’t ask any questions.

thor ⚡️

hey you! it's thor. call me whenever you're free! okay siri, end text. siri, send text.

After responding to everyone, you feel your eyelids grow heavy, so you decide that you will actually take a nap.

One hour later though, you’re woken up after having a nightmare. And it’s not long before your anxiety creeps back in. Stress, worry, genuine fear that John will find you, and who knows what he’d do.

“YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE HEREEEE!” Morgan bursts into the room, immediately jumping on the bed and tackling you in the biggest hug.

Luckily for you, Morgan provides some much needed distractions for the entire day. Tea party, dress up, a second tea party, putting on concerts to her favorite songs, you don’t have time to think of John even once.

That night when Morgan and Pepper have gone to bed (Tony’s still awake, you can hear him tinkering in his lab, but you don’t feel quite ready to talk about… things, yet), you lay awake. And you begin to think of everything that could go wrong. Maybe leaving John is a mistake. He’s still out of town, so if you went back right now then he’d never know you attempted to leave in the first place.

Finally at an unknown time, you manage to fall asleep. But once you open your eyes again, the thoughts come back quickly. You can’t stay on those bad thoughts for long though, because Morgan once again runs into the room and jumps on the bed. Pepper follows closely behind, apologizing and saying she tried to tell Morgan to wait until you’d come out of the room.

Glancing at the clock, you see that it’s already 7:30am. You’ve been wallowing in your own thoughts for nearly an hour.

“You wanna help me pick out something to wear?” You ask Morgan, who claps and turns giddy with joy. After throwing out nearly ever piece of clothing in one of the suitcases, Morgan decides on one of the first outfits she pulled out.

You quickly go into the bathroom to change and brush your teeth, and come back into the room just as Tony gets there. Pepper ushers Morgan out, promising Morgan that she’ll be able to play again as soon as you’re done talking.

Once they’re both down the hall, Tony informs you that his backup plan will arrive at 1pm today.

“Why can’t I know who it is again? I mean it has to be someone I already know because you wouldn’t ask just anyone to make the drive with me. And someone I don’t know probably wouldn’t want to do it anyway.”

“What can I say?” he shrugs, “I love a good surprise.”

Around 9am, after everyone has had breakfast, Tony helps you bring your suitcases out of your room and back by the front door. He reassures you that there’s no rush to leave, but he figures you’d want to get the hell out of California as soon as possible. And he’s right.

After that, you spend the next few hours watching movies in the living room with Morgan, while Pepper hops on back to back conference calls, and Tony takes work calls and prepares to leave to Boston not long after you and your mystery road trip partner hit the road.

At exactly 12:45pm, the doorbell rings. You immediately tense up as you watch Tony walk towards the door, wondering who the hell he asked to make the trip with you.

It definitely isn’t Peter or Bruce, because they’ve got big mouths and definitely would’ve accidentally told you by now. That, and Peter would’ve asked about a roadtrip playlist or something, this spoiling the surprise unintentionally. And it’s not Yelena or Nat because they’re in Russia. You don’t think it’s anyone else that text you either, just based on what they said. So who —

“Hey kiddo come meet your road trip buddy!”

When you make your way to the front door, you’re stunned into silence. You had your ideas of who it definitely wasn’t, but nothing could’ve prepared you for who Tony actually chose.

The man who broke your heart.

“ — Bucky?”

“Hey doll, been a while.”

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krizaland · 8 months

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Forever Yours Chapter 9

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

Be warned: There’s social anxiety and bullying ahead.

First Previous

Soon all the preparations were set and the wedding began!

To say it was an extravagant occasion would be an understatement!

There was luxurious food, beautiful music, and stunning decorations!

Wukong wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to throw the wedding of the century!

Every citizen of Flower Fruit Mountain had been invited!

From the playful baby monkeys to the envious Macaque, all were welcome.

But the guest list didn’t stop there for even The Demon Brotherhood had been invited.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying the festivities.

Everyone except, Peng.

Peng took one look at Bao Li and turned up their beak.

What a pathetic creature!

Bao Li was practically scared of her own shadow!

She shook like a leaf throughout the entire ceremony and had refused to leave her new husband’s side!

She couldn’t even be bothered to greet them nor the rest of The Brotherhood for that matter!

Bao Li was royalty for Buddha’s sake!

Surely she would be used to lavish parties by now!

But no, Bao Li acted as if she were surrounded by a vicious demon army instead of her own wedding!

Even her looks weren’t much to write home about.

Surely the self-proclaimed Great Sage Equal to Heaven could do better than someone like that.

Peng watched Bao Li cling to Wukong and grunted in disgust,

“When I was invited to this wedding, I was expecting the bride of Sun Wukong to be more dignified! Not some scared child!”

“Hey! Don’t talk about Bao Li like that!” Macaque interjected.

“Of course you would defend her, Macaque. I suppose cowards travel in packs.” Peng sneered as they picked at their food.

“She’s not a coward! Bao Li is actually really nice and pretty! So stop judging her!” Macaque contested as he folded his arms.

“Pretty you say? It sounds like someone has feelings for their best friend’s bride.” Peng scoffed as they rolled their eyes.

“I do not! I mean I like her but not in that way!” Macaque lied as his face flushed.

“Is that so? Then why is your face pink?” Peng teased smugly.

Macaque’s face only burned brighter.

“I do not have feelings for Bao Li, ok?! I’m just trying to stand up for her!”

“It’s a good thing you’re so deep in denial, Macaque. Otherwise you’d have to come to terms with the fact that not even that pitiful excuse for a bride would be interested in a coward like you.” Peng cackled as they took another bite of food.

Macaque wanted to respond but the words got caught in his throat.

All he could do was get up and leave in a huff.

“Typical, Macaque! Always running away!” Peng snickered as they shook their head.

Macaque hid himself away in a dark corner far away from the party.

Meanwhile, Bao Li was growing more and more overwhelmed.

Just before the first tear dripped down her cheek, Wukong looked over at her sympathetically.

“You alright, Peaches?”

“O-oh yes. I’m fine! Honest!” Bao Li spluttered.

Wukong’s eyes narrowed.

“You don’t seem fine.”

“R-really! I’m fine! You don’t need to worry!” Bao Li laughed nervously as she waved her hands in front of her face.

Wukong simply sighed and got up.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.”

Bao Li let out a panicked squeak but got up as well.

Wukong lead Bao Li away from the crowd and turned to her.

He opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by Bao Li flinching and bursting into tears.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin our wedding! Please forgive me-”

“Hey! Hey! It’s ok! You didn’t ruin anything!” Wukong reassured as he dried her tears with his thumb.

“B-but I-”

“But nothing! Peaches, we’re married now! You can tell me if something’s bugging you.” Wukong insisted gently.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin-”

“You won’t ruin anything. I want to make sure my new bride is ok. So, tell me what’s wrong.” Wukong explained as he put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I just…I just tend to get overwhelmed when there’s a lot of people around.” Bao Li confessed with a sniffle.

“Aww, peaches! Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have invited so many people, if I knew that!” Wukong sighed as he dried more of her tears

“Because it’s your wedding too. And you deserve to invite whoever you wish.” Bao Li whimpered.

“Well yeah but I still could’ve shortened the guest list! I love you, ok? Your comfort means more to me than some dumb party!” Wukong reassured as he caressed her face

“Th-thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Bao Li sniffled as she leaned into his touch.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re comfortable.” Wukong whispered as he pulled Bao Li into a tight hug.

Bao Li returned the hug and nuzzled into his shoulder.

The happy couple’s hug was quickly interrupted by Peng rudely clearing their throat.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Bao Li let out a startled squeak and jumped away from Wukong.

Wukong shot Peng a glare.

“Uh, yeah you kinda are actually.”

“Oh I’m so sorry. I just thought it was proper etiquette for the newlyweds to greet every guest. But I guess you two clearly have more important things to do.” Peng whined sarcastically.

“You know what? We do! I’m comforting my bride right now! That’s way more important than stroking your ego, Peng!” Wukong snarled as he folded his arms.

“Well maybe you wouldn’t have to comfort your bride if you hadn’t chosen such a cowardly one!” Peng spat bitterly.

It looks could kill, Peng would’ve been a corpse before they hit the floor.

“What did you just say about my bride?”

Wukong’s golden eye glamours dropped, revealing their true Ruby red color.

In that moment, Peng realized what they had just done.

“Nothing! I-I was simply congratulating you on your lovely bride.” Peng laughed nervously as they held up their wings defensively.

“That’s what I thought. Now give my bride and I our privacy.” Wukong commanded as he gestured for Peng to leave.

Peng didn’t have to be told twice!

They scurried back to their seat as fast as their legs could take them.

#lego monkie kid #lmk wukong #lmk macaque #lmk oc #oc x cannon

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azulsartdump · 2 years

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I had the urge to write a bit of angst with a happy ending, so I decided to write about Azul meeting Marsella for the first time

As usual, Marsella belongs to the lovely @/faehistorian

Listless is what many would describe the heir to the Attwood March. It hadn’t always been so. For most of her life, many would describe Azul as a very vivacious woman. The death of her wife, however, had taken a tole on her, and to say it shattered her world would be an understatement.

For the better part of the last century, Nocturne had watched his daughter as she had done little but apathetically wander the halls of his estate. Black dresses filled her daily wardrobe, and though it was considered a formal color in the valley, he had yet to see a speck of any other color in the fabric. Her responses to questions had turned curt and dry and she almost never seemed to focus for very long on any conversation or activity, eyes seeming to stare into the endless distance .

While he understood the plight of losing people so important to you, he worried for her health. Recently, Lilia and the young boys he had taken under his wing had made it a habit to visit and flashes of genuine joy would grace her. She seemed to find the company of the Young Lord Sebek and Silver to be comforting, but it was never long before they would leave and she would slip back into her despondent mourning.

“Azul, you are to join me on my trip to the Scalding Sands,” the marquis spoke in a brusque manner.

“Must I?” the bluenette spoke quietly. Nocturne had to admit, though this had been the case for the last one hundred years, he would never become used to seeing his daughter in such a state.

“You are the heir to the march. It’s about time you began to participate in our affairs,” he stood from his seat and made his way around the desk. His eyebrows knit together as he gently placed a hand on the crown of her head. “It is a warm, bright place. Perhaps a change of scenery will help you. The valley has always been a bit gloomy as is.”

She nodded hesitantly in understanding, expression unchanging under her black veil.

“Very good,” Nocturne led her to the door of his office by the small of her back. “We leave in three days time. I’ll have your maids pack your luggage, so in the meantime, please prepare in any other way you’d like.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The carriage came to a slow halt, jostling a bit against the uneven stone pathway. As Azul’s father helped her step down, the sound of panicked scolding and quick footsteps drew closer. A short distance away, a young girl with short brown hair could be seen being chased by maids as she made her way closer.

“Miss Marsella, please wait!” “You mustn’t bother our guests!” “And please don’t run in the hallways, you might fall!”

The girl refused to listen, and only seemed to quicken her steps as she toddled down the stairs of the front entrance before stopping in front of the two faeries.

“Sir Attwood! Lady Azul!” The sound of her voice rang like light bells in the faery’s ears. “Welcome to the Scalding Sands! I’ve been so excited to meet you!”

The maids that had been chasing after her had finally caught up and the gently tried to usher her back. “Please excuse the young girl, Marquis Attwood, Lady Attwood. She’s been having trouble learning proper etiquette during her lessons.” The woman who seemed to be the head maid offered her apologies as the other maids fussed over the girl.

Azul approached quietly, kneeling down to take the girl in her arms before straightening herself out again. Balancing her on an arm and a hip, the faery used her free hand to fix the flyaway hairs that she saw sticking out. “What’s your name, little one?”

“My name is Marsella, Lady Azul!” the newly identified Marsella’s eyes seemed to sparkle, hands hovering near her own chest. She seemed like she wanted to hold Azul in return, but didn’t want to be rude.

“Well, Miss Marsella,” Azul adjusted the young girl in her arms into a more comfortable position as she flipped the black veil out of the way of her face. “Would you mind giving me a tour of the grounds? It’s my first time here and I’d like someone familiar with the area to show me around.”

#my writing #my ocs #twst oc #marsella #azul attwood #nocturne attwood

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lionfanged · 2 years

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SOFT ACTIONS // accepting @s4crificial sent . . .

[ REQUEST ] sender walks into receiver’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. / from Sam LMAO

to say he was sleeping with one eye open would be the understatement of the century. were it not for the uneasy whines and growls of the multitude of cats upon his bed that signaled to him when to be awake and alert, the concept of sleep would be highly elusive to one atticus king. it was only under the false security of their guardianship that he was able to even begin to doze, all too keenly aware of the stranger in his home he had no power to remove.

all of his senses were strained to try and pay mind to even the slightest change to his environment. from a cat’s gentle drop to the floor to find a water bowl to lap from, to the wind against his wall-to-wall windows, each and every time something would change, his mind would snap from its dozing daze to painfully alert.

such was the unfortunate case at the subtle sinking of his mattress and the low whine of theodore at his back. golden eyes snapped open wide, and he moved so quickly that theodore, and the other felines huddled against his warm, broad back, scattered to the wind as his hand flew up to block sam’s intrusion.

‘ no, no, no, absolutely not-- ‘

his heartbeat raced, blood pounding with the abrupt surge of panicked adrenaline as he looked the intruder in the home dead in the eye. their locked gaze was disrupted by atticus as he looked elsewhere, unable to keep looking at sam. how was it such a petite man had such an intimidating aura?

‘ i... already told you, if you’re staying here, there are guest rooms you can occupy. ‘

at least give him the mercy of privacy.

#s4crificial #▲ ↠ ♛ ❛ may the sun never blind your eyes┊✧ FANDOMLESS ﹕ VERSE #( thank u sam for the anxiety attack! <3 )

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candlelightreader · 2 years

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I know you recently watched Castle so I’m curious what your opinion is on this.. do you think during Still when Beckett tells Castle that she loves him that it was the first time? Or do you think it was sort of implied that she’d said it before? I remember when I first watched years ago I thought Castle’s reaction implied that she had said it before. But upon further reflection I sort of lean the other way now. It took a lot (understatement of the century) for her to finally admit that she wanted him, so it’s not surprising that another near death experience would push her to take that next step, and maybe that was an intentional parallel. And then Castle’s reaction could be read as unmoved because he’s already heard it or- what I’m leaning towards now- comforting her with his reaction because he didn’t want to let her see him panicking, and sort of reassuring her with his “I know” as if to say she’d be able to say it to him off of the bomb soon enough. Thoughts?

Oh wow, you raise such a big question! I never even thought about it because I immediately assumed she has said it before by then and we were just hearing it for the first time. Never occured to me this was the big first time. Castle being Castle and that relationship being what it was for so long )and that point they are very good), I don't imagine he needed the words anyway--just her saying she wanted him and then showing him through their being together would be proof enough. So the "I know" signified this to me, as well as reassurance to her that he didn't need the words just because she thought she was gonna die, because hadn't given up yet.

But then again, I can very much see what you're saying, that he may have just responded stoically for her benefit even though it was a huge moment... I know there were some continuity issues sometime, but if it had been implied to be the very first time, then I hope writers would've had Castle remark on how both have a bad habit near death experience confessions. In that vein, I lean towards thinking it's not the first (because we certainly didn't doubt it and C didn't need it) and it being a way to mount the tension because B clearly thought that was it for her.

Now, my theory of C not needing words because their whole relationship is built on subtext, then it doesn't stand up to that mess in season 8 further. He truly believed she'd left him at that point. Just thought he'd read that she was in some sort of trouble and play along long enough for things to be revealed. Not sure if it was just me as audience knowing it would be incredible to blow them apart like that, or failure for me to see his point of view because how could he believe she'd throw them away like that? But then again, Castle was quick to lose hope when he misinterpreted her words in 47 Seconds. He showed he does need more than subtext sometimes, so it has to be balanced.

Thoughts on the story needed that confession?

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strwb3rryfairi · 2 years

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Maybe poly!lost boys x morally gray reader?

The lost boys x morally gray reader

warning(s): Blood and mentions of murder, babe is used like once i think ? Kinda proof reader but i’m super sleepy right now sooo,,

The boys were panicking.

You guys have been dating for quite some time now, but they haven��t exactly told you that they are vampires due to the fact that they couldn’t tell how you would react. They just couldn’t pinpoint you viewpoint on the mass amount of murders an missing people. How would you react to finding out that those people went missing because of your boys ?

well now they kinda didn’t have time to think about any of that because you quite literally walked in on them covered in blood.

To say they were worried was the understatement of the century.

You stood there for a second. In shock? In fear? The boys weren’t too sure. The longer you stood there the more they panicked. They were internally screaming and clawing at the walls.

The silence was broken by the sound of items moving and the boys watched as you rummaged through your bag to pull out a small towel. “I know it’s not a lot of help, but at least it’s something right?” you said as you held out the towel as an offering.

The boys stared at the towel in your hand before david spoke up “So you aren’t freaked out over the fact that we are covered in blood right now?”

You shrugged slightly and smiled “Not my monkeys, not my circus.”

Okay, now you had the boys really confused. Why were you you so calm about them literally being covered in blood ? How would you react to finding out they are vampires ? Would you be as nonchalant as you were over the blood ? This is stressing them out y/n !!

The next couple of days were odd to say the least. The boys were anxious and didn’t know how you viewed them now because of the incident a couple of nights ago, and they sure as hell didn’t know how you would view them later on after you find out that they are vampires. However, you acted completely unbothered. Like you didn’t have a care in the world. Seriously y/n what is your deal !! You should be freaking out, you could possibly be dating serial killers !!

David had enough of beating around the bush, and and decided that tonight he would get straight to the point, and tell you what they truly are !!

Well, this task seemed harder than it did in the boys heads. Sure they could straight up tell you, but how would you react ? They couldn’t help but worry about the possibility that this could all go wrong.

So, that night the boys sat you down right when you got the cave and told you straight up that they are vampires.

“Oh. That makes so much more sense now.” you said casually.

The boys looked at you with shocked faces and then David interjected. “Um kitten, we literally just told you that we kill people. That blood we had all over us a couple of days ago was human blood. Shouldn’t you be a little more concerned?”

Again, you simply just shrugged. “Well, you technically only really need to kill people to survive, so it’s honestly not as bad as it seems”

This reaction caused Paul to giggle “You are absolutely nuts doll.” he said while walking over to the couch you were sitting on to wrap his arm around you and kiss your head.

“So you aren’t upset about us being vampires?” Marko questioned while picking at the skin around his nails anxiously.

You snuggled into Paul while smiling “Why would I ? You guys make it sound like it’s a bad thing. You can’t control how you are.”

This caused Dwayne and David to look at each other and then smile, while Marko rushed over to you to get on the other side of you and attack you with kisses all over your neck and face.

Yeah, your morals were questionable, but they knew it would be fine because you accepted them.

A/N: okay wow this was my first time really writing something on here, so i hope you guys liked it !!

#the lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys #poly!lost boys

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thornedrose44 · 3 years

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Prompt: Lena accidentally creates something that makes everyone attracted to her except kara (she is immune) basically jealous!kara 😬

Read on AO3 (Prompt from @urjustwaiting)

“My dearest Lena,” Brainy began, brown eyes bright and earnest as he cradled Lena’s hand in both of his like it was something precious and fragile, “I have always considered you to be my intellectual equal and a friend of the highest order. Recently, however, I have found my feelings of friendship for you have shifted - grown into something unexpected and wondrous.”

Brainy inhaled sharply, gathering his courage as Lena’s eyes widened with abject shock and horror at what was occurring.

“Lena Luthor, I have fallen irrevocably in love with you”, Briany declared confident and unfalteringly certain, “and I was wondering if I could spend time conversing with you over a sizeable meal?”

To say Lena’s day had started strangely would be the understatement of the century. She had arrived at the DEO following the news that there had been an attempted break-in last night at the secret facility that had been successfully fended off by Kara, Brainy, Nia and Andrea (the newest superhero to join the club).

Alex, who had taken her first night off since becoming director, had rushed onsite as soon as she was alerted to what had happened; her first order had been to bring Lena in to evaluate the building’s defenses and put in suitable improvements for any weaknesses identified. It was a sign of how much trust Lena had earned amongst the Superfriends, and more specifically Alex, that no one hesitated to call her in for help with something as sensitive as security flaws.

Lena had fought hard to earn back the trust she had nearly lost, rebuild the bridges both sides had burnt and therefore she didn’t balk at the ridiculously early wake-up call and did not even consider saying no to Alex’s request.

The second she arrived at the DEO, she knew something was off.

People were staring at her, which shouldn’t have been odd for a Luthor in the slightest but Lena was used to being ignored at the DEO. The agents milling the corridors would give fleeting glances and welcoming nods but nothing more - many of them owed their life to a last minute scientific breakthrough courtesy of Lena’s intellect and as such they respected her enough to treat her like she was one of them - like she belonged here - because of it. Walking into the DEO to find herself the subject of many furtive gazes and unsubtle wandering eyes was therefore worrisome to say the least.

Lena’s concern merely increased as she made her way further into the DEO where she couldn’t go more than a metre without being approached by agents trying out a cheesy pick-up line or inviting her to coffee/dinner. Two rather charming agents actually dropped down on one knee at the same time to propose to her there and then - Lena was saved from answering as her wannabe future spouses got into a fist fight. The worst one, by far, was Pam from HR who shouted that she was enthusiastically willing to bear all of Lena’s future children - Lena promptly sprinted into the command centre and had been momentarily relieved to see Brainy there waiting for her.

The relief was obviously dashed a minute later when Brainy grabbed her hand and sweetly announced his love for her.

“Brainy, what the hell!?”

Those were the exact words Lena had wanted to shout but had been unable to find her voice to do so, thankfully (or not so as the case may be), Nia had voiced them for her and was striding into the room with a furious expression on her face.

“Nia, it’s not what it looks like-” Lena rushed to reassure as Nia pushed her boyfriend away from the youngest Luthor.

“How could you?!” Nia demanded, rounding on the Coulan.

“Nia, I think there’s something wrong-” Lena began to interrupt, knowing how much Brainy loved Nia and her alarm bells from the agents earlier ringing loudly in her head when....

“I wanted to ask her out.” Nia exclaimed stamping her foot childishly before turning to face Lena with fluttering eyelashes and a seductive pout. “Lena, please my love is far more real than Brainy’s. Don’t go out with him.” Nia pleaded as Briany scoffed derisively behind her.

“Lena is smart enough to see through your fraudulent affection. She was on the precipice of accepting my offer of a date.” Briany cut in with a superior raise of his chin.

“No, she wasn’t!” Nia rebuked, turning back to Brainy with clenched fists.

“Yes, she was!” Brainy returned, chest puffing out as they both stepped forward as if to engage in battle when a sudden red and blue blur appeared between them as a physical barrier.

“What on Earth is going on?” Kara questioned, brow creased in confusion as she looked between the couple that seemed to be seconds away from trading blows.

“I LOVE LENA MORE!” They both shouted in answer whilst they simultaneously lunged towards one another.

“What?!” Kara gasped as she hurriedly tried to keep the two apart. “Lena?” Kara asked, wide-eyed and gobsmacked, clearly looking for an explanation.

“I don’t know!” Lena responded quick and panicked. “I came in and everyone’s been…”

“Everyone’s been what?” Kara prompted as she ducked a wild swing from a feisty Nia.

“Like this.” Lena gestured to Briany and Nia who were futilely trying to dodge around the kryptonian superhero.

Kara blinked rapidly at this information but reacted quickly, super speeding Brainy and Nia away from the command centre as carefully as she could. Kara was back less than a minute later, appearing harried and uncomfortable but she wasn’t looking at Lena any differently to normal. Soft blue eyes watched her the exact same way and as soon as she was back, she gently encouraged Lena into their standard hug with a light touch to her elbow.

Lena folded happy and willing into Kara’s arms burying her face into the kyrptonian’s shoulder as Kara gently stroked her back.

“So… interesting morning so far?” Kara teased managing to pull forth a relieved chuckle from the CEO.

“You could say that.” Lena sighed, letting her eyes slip closed for a fleeting second as she quickly inhaled Kara’s familiar airy scent before pulling away and putting her armour back on. “I seem to have suddenly become irresistible to everyone here.” Lena explained, nearly convincing herself that she saw a flash of a sad pout on her best friend’s face when she ended their hug. “Except for you, of course.” Lena clarified.

“Well… uh… I…” Kara stammered, face blushing a bright red as she self-consciously rubbed the back of her neck.

“Don’t worry, Kara, I’m not offended.” Lena reassured, giving Kara an out even as it caused her heart to painfully twinge with a familiar loss and yearning that always accompanied the realisation that Kara would never see her the same way.

“Lena-” Kara began, lips pressed tight together as she took a tentative step forward.

“Lena, there you are!”

Kara and Lena’s heads turned immediately to see Andrea striding into the room, dressed to impress in a tight black dress and red soled heels that drew attention to her long, sinful legs.

“Oh, dear…” Lena murmured, swallowing thickly, as Andrea approached with a dark predatory gaze that promised to fulfill all of Lena’s long forgotten teenage fantasies.

Lena was so fixated on the sight of her first crush looking like she was about to devour her right there in the DEO command centre that she didn’t see the heavy frown form on Kara’s face, nor the way blue eyes flickered red for a flash.

The sound of a rumbling growl was the only thing that broke through Lena’s stupor and pre-empted a red-blue blur sweeping Andrea out of the room, presumably to deposit her in the same place as Brainy and Nia.

“Was that your stomach?” Lena asked when Kara reappeared a few moments later.

“Was what my stomach?”

“That growling noise?” Lena inquired with a tilt of her head.

“Uhhhh….” Kara’s mouth opened and closed, the tips of her ears turning red before she nodded her head in jerky agreement. “Yep, stomach, super hungry, no breakfast.”

“You must be, you’re dropping verbs.” Lena joked.

“Uh huh.” Kara muttered, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot as she intermittently shot discouraging glares to any agents that looked like they were even considering coming up to Lena. “Do you have any idea what’s causing this?” Kara questioned, placing her hands on her hips and trying to ease into her Supergirl persona.

“No.” Lena answered honestly.

“Were you exposed to anything? Or working with anything that might have caused something like this?” There was no accusation within the questions, just genuine curiosity and a desire to work through the possible causes. Lena didn’t doubt Kara’s trust in her, not after everything they had been through.

“No.” Lena replied after thinking carefully.

“You were here yesterday and everyone was fine.” Kara rationalised, “So it must have happened since you left.”

“Kara, I didn’t do anything after I left. I went home, watched a documentary, had a bath and went to bed as I promised you.”

Lena’s work hours since re-taking L-Corp as her own had exploded and her rare free time was regularly being utilised to support the Superfriends. Lena had spent yesterday tweaking Kara’s supersuit to improve its diagnostic capabilities to provide Kara an edge when flying into an unknown situation. It had taken Kara forcibly frog marching her out of the building and using her puppy dog eyes to get Lena to promise that she would finally go home and relax.

“Good girl.” Kara said, softening immediately at Lena’s answer, blue eyes twinkling with pride.

Lena internally screamed at herself to keep her praise kink under tight control.

“Then maybe something happened overnight? Or whilst you were on your way in?” Kara continued to theorise allowing Lena much needed time to regain her cool.

“Unlikely,” Lena replied thoughtfully, “I stopped for coffee on my way in and no one there acted oddly. It wasn’t until I got to the DEO that things changed.”

“Then-”

“SOMETHING WEIRD IS GOING ON!” Alex announced as she strode in, practically snarling at the agents that were working at their consoles, all of whom had looked a second away from getting to their feet and rushing eagerly towards the older Danvers as soon as she appeared.

Kara, meanwhile, instantly moved to be slightly in front of Lena like a personal shield ready to jump forward but careful not to overstep and diminish the CEO’s autonomy - Lena couldn’t help how her heart fluttered at Kara’s mindful concern.

“Are you in love with Lena too?” Kara challenged, narrowing her gaze at her sister.

Alex came to a sharp and sudden stop, jaw dropping open as she looked between Kara and Lena, “Too?” Alex echoed, and Lena watched in confusion as a slow and incredibly bright grin appeared to light up the Director’s face. “Did you finally-”

“BrianyandNiaareinlovewithLena!” Kara yelled, panicked and fast paced, hands flapping wildly at her sides.

The smile vanished alongside whatever Alex had been about to say. “I’m sorry, did you say Brainy and Nia are in love with Lena?”

“Yep.” Kara popped as she let out an unusually large sigh of relief that made Lena think she may have missed something important in the sister’s aborted interaction. “As well as nearly all the DEO agents, but no one from the coffee shop so we think it's localised to here which is weird because we can’t seem to find a potential cause that would explain that.” Kara rambled, clearly intent on brushing over whatever had just happened. “Therefore I asked if you were in love with Lena like Briany, Nia and Andrea.” Kara explained placing unnecessary emphasis on their friends' names.

Alex glanced from Kara to Lena, frowning heavily, “Sorry Lena but I’m quite happily taken.”

“Shame.” Lena tsked, earning her an affectionate eye roll from the redhead, before being struck by a sudden realisation. “Wait, then why were you coming in yelling that something weird is going on if you didn’t know about me?”

Alex shot a look over her shoulder before moving closer to the other two and dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “People are being… ‘overly friendly’ to me.”

Kara and Lena shared a look.

“Hey!” Alex snapped, bringing guilty green and blue eyes back to her. “I’m being serious here!”

“So by ‘overly friendly’ you mean…” Lena prompted.

“People keep trying to hug me and ask me how my day is going. And they keep… complimenting me.” Alex whispered like she was sharing some heinous crimes.

Both Kara and Lena’s eye muscles twitched with the desire to share another look but they managed to resist - just.

“It’s weird.” Alex defended haughtily. “Yesterday, they were too scared to look me in the eye for longer than a second and now they can’t go ten seconds without giving me a motivational speech about how good a job I’m doing.”

“It could be worse.” Lena said trying to be comforting,

“How?” Alex huffed.

“Well, Pam from HR told me she wanted to bear my children.” Lena said with a shrug that was immediately followed by a loud CRUNCHING noise.

Lena turned to find the source of the ear-splitting sound only to discover that the round titanium table Kara had been leaning against was now heavily crumpled around two tightly clenched kryptonian fists.

“Kara?” Lena squeaked whilst Alex merely face-palmed.

***

“It doesn’t make sense.” Lena mused, unknowingly posed like ‘The Thinking Man’ on the stool as Alex and Kara paced the space.

They had made the wise decision to move to what was considered Lena’s lab at the DEO to free themselves of the foot traffic of the command centre that had both Danvers sisters glowering at any agents that dared to approach (though for vastly different reasons).

“What are you thinking Luthor?” Alex asked, plopping herself down heavily on the stool by the CEO.

“Disparate pieces that don’t logically fit together.” Lena murmured quietly more to herself than to the other two before she lifted her head and tried to slowly talk through what her mind was attempting to process. “Whatever happened, clearly happened in the last,” Lena glanced at her watch, grimacing at the time as her head pounded with lack of sleep, “eight hours. I left here at six yesterday and no one was acting any differently to normal. Whatever has happened changes people’s behaviour towards us.” Lena gestured between herself and Alex, “but only us. And whatever is doing it is localised to the DEO.”

Lena paused, giving the sisters a chance to disagree with her assertion of facts, both Danvers nodded in agreement and encouragement to continue.

“Therefore, we have two options:” Lena continued, laying out the two theories she was working with, “either something happened at the DEO that is causing this and we are merely triggers for it. Or something happened specifically to us and being here is triggering it.”

Alex pursed her lips, thinking carefully through Lena’s logic, “Which do you think is more likely?”

“Something happening at the DEO.” Lena answered with a shrug, “One target, one location, rather than two is more straightforward.”

“Agreed.” Alex sighed, “And we know something did happen after we both left last night.”

“The attempted break in.” Lena concurred.

Alex nodded, shifting to face the kryptonian who had been listening intently to the conversation, “Kara, give us a rundown of what happened.”

Kara frowned, hands moving to rest on her hips in classic Supergirl pose, “It was just dumb thugs looking to make a quick buck. They’d stumbled upon some alien tech that they knew fetched a good price on the black market. Rather than sell it quickly and get away with it, they got greedy. They knew more tech was held here and figured they could double their profits if they used the tech they already had to pull off a heist.”

“I want it noted that the DEO is the worst kept secret in this city,” Lena snarked, with a roll of her eyes, “and that’s saying something considering Supergirl's disguise is a pair of glasses.”

“Noted,” Alex grunted, shooting the youngest Luthor a smug smirk, “which is why making it your job to fix that for us.”

Lena chuckled darkly, “You couldn’t afford my consultation fees.”

Alex’s smugness increased tenfold at that, her chin lifting defiantly as she laid down her ace, “That’s why I’m making Kara be the one to ask you.”

Lena gasped, utterly outraged, “You underhanded-“

“Guys, focus!” Kara bellowed, clapping her hands loudly together to break the two of them out of their regular snarky banter that could go on for a good hour if not interrupted quickly (it was how they showed their affection for one another).

“Right.”

“Sorry.”

Alex and Lena murmured apologetically, gazes dropping to the floor as Kara shook her head in amusement at their familiar antics.

“What tech did they use?” Alex questioned, bringing them back on track.

“Stupid gas.”

Lena’s brow furrowed at the response and Alex’s aggrieved grunt that followed it, “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s a bio weapon that makes-“

“People stupid?” Lena guessed.

“Hyper emotional, but… yeah.” Alex clarified, “Like when I was exposed to it, I just laughed for like an hour straight.”

Lena hummed thoughtfully, brain whirring away to make connections with this new information, “Are kryptonians immune?”

“No.” Alex laughed, earning her a pout from the Super that made Lena take a mental note to beg Kara for the obvious story behind it another time.

“Then why isn’t Kara affected by all of this?” Lena questioned, throwing in the other variable they hadn’t considered.

“Now that you mention it, the stupid gas didn’t work on me last night.”

Alex’s face scrunched up in confusion, “It did last time.”

Kara shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, “I think Lena’s upgraded suit protected me.”

“My upgraded…” Lena began slowly, her eyes suddenly going wide as she recognised the suit Kara was currently wearing to be the one she had been tinkering with all day yesterday, “Kara, I told you not to wear that yet. I hadn’t finished tweaking it!”

Kara winced at the sharp tone, hands flying up in supplication and surrender, as she whined defensively, “It worked perfectly Lena.”

“That’s not the point-“ Lena rebuked, crossing her arms aggressively causing the superpowered alien to shrink under her green-eyed glare.

“Kara’s not affected...” Alex murmured, though her voice was quiet there was something sharp to her tone that cut through the room - it was the tone that preceded a ‘Eureka’.

“Alex?” Kara and Lena both prompted.

“I have an idea.” Alex announced jumping to her feet, and snatching up her jacket, “I need to test something out.”

“Okay, what are you thinking?” Kara called out as Alex rushed out of the lab.

“I’m thinking that I’m grateful I memorised the number of that twenty four hour Chinese takeaway.”

***

Lena and Alex stood back and watched in complete horror as the DEO agents ravaged the table loaded up with potstickers, stuffing their mouths with ten at a time and throwing punches over the last handfuls. They had to forcibly pull Kara away from the scene who twitched with the obvious desire to throw herself into the mix to get a share for herself.

“I don’t understand.” Kara wailed, stamping her foot pathetically, once they had returned to the lab.

“Oh my god.” Lena muttered, snatching up the tablet she had been using yesterday and scrolling through everything she had done to Kara’s suit, leaving the explanation task to the older Danvers.

“They’re feeling what you feel.” Alex announced, “Lena and I aren’t the catalyst. You are.”

Kara’s crinkle appeared and deepened.

“It’s why everyone has been so friendly to Alex.” Lena mumbled, taking over the explanation absentmindedly as she distractedly ran through data, looking between the suit upgrades and the specification of ‘Stupid Gas’. “They feel your sisterly love for her and are treating her like you would but to an extreme degree. It must be because of their exposure to the gas mixed with some upgrade I put into your suit.” Lena frowned, mind running a mile a minute, “I fitted in further diagnostic capabilities that might be able to identify biological toxins and alert you, but-“ Lena froze, head snapping upwards to stare dumbly at her best friend, her entire brain grinding to a dead halt.

“Lena?” Kara inquired, blue eyes instantly glowing with concern at Lena’s absolute stillness and dead-eyed stare.

Alex nudged Kara’s side and whispered helpfully, “I think she’s just realised.”

“Realised what?”

Alex directed a soft and understanding smile at her sister, “How people have been acting towards her and what that means…”

“Oh…” Kara squeaked, paling considerably and breath held tight as she waited for Lena to finally react.

“You want to bear my children?!” Lena yelled incredulously, shattering the awkward silence with that explosive revelation.

Kara’s entire body flushed crimson, as she spluttered out (unable to stop herself), “Ummm… I mean… Preferably after a few dates…”

“Annnnnnd that’s my cue…” Alex announced, turning on her heel sharply and marching out of the room.

Lena blinked repeatedly, still not fully rebooted from this turn of events and everything it could potential - hopefully - entail.

“Lena… I…” Kara began, voice thick with emotion as she took timid, shaky steps towards her best friend, “I don’t know what to say…”

“You love me?” Lena asked, the bluntness of the question softened by the tremble to her voice that highlighted the vulnerability and hope of the question.

It was the hopefulness in Lena’s voice and the way green eyes were dark with poorly hidden want that gave Kara the courage to lift her chin, puff out her chest and declare sincerely, “More than anything.”

Lena let out a shaky breath, throwing her tablet down on the bench and demanding sternly, “Take off the suit.”

“Really?” Kara’s eyes bulged at the request, the flush from earlier deepening to a boiled crimson, “I mean I’m not saying no but I was kind of hoping we could go out on a date first. Maybe? If you’re interested?”

“Kara,” Lena said stepping forward into Kara’s personal space which effectively stopped Kara’s ramble, “you’re still wearing the upgraded suit which is feedbacking to everyone in the DEO your emotions. If you take it off everyone goes back to normal.”

“Oh,” Kara breathed, shaking her head with embarrassment, “I thought-“

Lena reached out, threading her fingers through Kara’s golden hair affectionately before seeking out the nape of her neck to gently tug Kara down the couple of inches between them so that she could press their lips hotly together. Kara’s hands instantly sought out Lena’s hips even as her mouth slipped open granting access to Lena’s insistent tongue.

Lena’s free hand traced the emblem on the supersuit whilst she teased her nails against Kara’s neck earning her an appreciative groan that served as the only warning before Kara effortlessly hoisted Lena up onto the lab bench pressing eagerly forward into the space between Lena’s legs.

Lena nipped at Kara’s bottom lip before breaking away, panting heavily to regain her breath. Kara, meanwhile, didn’t even hesitate to track kisses down Lena’s jaw and neck, sucking at her pulse-point until Lena’s legs wrapped tightly around Kara’s body desperately trying to earn some relief.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Lena gasped.

“Oh, I do.” Kara murmured earnestly, leaning back to fully appreciate how wrecked Lena looked.

Lena lightly shoved Kara back with a playful laugh, fingers tapping against the edges of Kara’s supersuit emblem as she quirked a mischievous eyebrow. “The sooner you take this off, the sooner the problem is fixed and we can go on that date.”

Kara’s entire expression lit up at that and in flash she had disappeared only to return less than a second later dressed in the DEO sweatsuit that Lena adored.

“Shall we?” Kara checked, bouncing up and down so excitedly that Lena couldn’t resist pulling her back in for another deep kiss.

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The Beginning of Heatstroke, aka Red's Villain Origin

* crashes down from the ceiling * I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED ONE OF MY 5+ CURRENT WRITING PROJECTS! BEHOLD, A WRITTEN VERSION OF THE 'Red's Villain Origin AU', also known as RVO / Heatstroke AU

To summarize the AU for SPBNR for those that don't now it:

“Who'd be the biggest conspiracy theorist out of the M!Ninja? The one who drinks 5 hour energy at 3am and spits off the craziest theories and then actually gets it right but nobody gives the theory any merit because the rest of the theories are too crazy?”

The answer: Red / M!Kai

Red: Okay hear me out: Smith is actually an alternative version of one of us sent here from another dimension.

The other M!Ninja: You’re just saying that because Smith’s cool and you want him to be your counterpart

Based on the M!ninja making red cork boards trying to figure out ‘What Is Up With Smith’: Red gets increasingly accurate and nobody will believe him (all pre shogun reveal) and he eventually snaps and takes up a secret villain persona to fight Shogun like 'if they won't believe me I'll do it myself' and it gets awkward when he accidentally does too much damage and catches not only Shogun's attention like planned, but also the rest of the Ninjaforce, and now he has to keep his own identity a secret

So, without further ado, I present... Heatstroke

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Red blamed the 5-hour energy coffee blend at 3:00am for this.

It was no surprise that between ‘Operation: What’s Going on with Smith’ & the sudden appearance of Shogun that the resident Bounty red-stringed ‘joke’ cork-board doubled in size and seriousness. It also was no surprise that Red had a corner all to himself and that his theories were… in the words of the others, ‘wildly inaccurate and implausible’.

But this time, he was sure he’d gotten it right.

Smith is Shogun sent here from another continent/planet/dimension with the goal of protecting Ninjago City.

The latest string of laughs and scoffs at his theory was the last straw. He’d show them. He’d prove it!

Which was why he was currently standing on the roof of a noodle house, awkwardly adjusting the spare motorcycle helmet he’d ‘borrowed’ from Nya and painted black and orangey-yellow (red had seemed too obvious). He’d exchanged his Ninjaforce outfit for a soot-burned cross between a bomber jacket and a leather jacket. Down his back jutted a row of flames like the spines of a monster, courtesy of one of Nya & Jay’s unfinished inventions Red had modified- surely nothing bad would come of that!

For tonight, the Red Ninja was off-duty. For tonight, it was Heatstroke’s turn.

He fiddled with one of the weapons he’d ‘lent out’ from Master Wu. It resembled a small arm canon, like a smaller version of the Ultimate Weapon. The plaque under its post had read ‘Elemental Focuser’, which, in cryptic Wu speak, probably translated to ‘you can use an elemental power like something out of Avatar: The Last Airbender’. So far he’d only figured out how to activate a focused jet of fire. Well, at least it was on brand. He hoped it would help him catch Shogun’s attention so he could unmask him.

He’d tried confronting Smith at school, of course. But there were only so many ways of saying ‘are you the new vigilante helping the ninjas’, and Smith has a genuine talent for dancing around the topic. Red could confront him with the name Shogun to get a proper reaction, but that would mean explaining how he knew the name and outing himself as the Red Ninja.

So fake villainy really was the only way.

His plan was to use the Elemental Focuser to cause some minor petty damage, just enough to attract the new vigilante. Perhaps set a trash can on fire, block an alleyway with rocks (if he figured out how to change the setting from fire to earth), small things that could easily be repaired.

Of course, plans were never actually stuck to. One way or another, something was always improvised.

Red’s improvisation just happened to involve him accidentally setting the entire alleyway on fire.

He’d only been aiming for one dumpster, honest! And maybe he’d spotted a couple fliers for a SoG meeting on the ground and happened to burn those too. And a newspaper article blaming Lloyd for the recent Garmadon attack, again. And an article about those ‘Damn Ninja Menaces’ by a S. Sonah Sameson. And-

Okay, so maybe Red had aimed the fire at a few small targets. But just a few! And with good reason and good care, but…

Well, fire liked to burn. Give it enough kindle and it’ll continue to grow, stretching like reaching branches towards each other to join in a massive bonfire.

So now the entire alleyway was on fire, and Red was panicking.

He’d luckily chosen an abandoned part of town near the beaches where Shogun sightings seemed most frequent, but with the stupid Elemental Focuser not switching from fire mode to water mode or ice mode or something that didn’t have the potential to burn Ninjago City to the ground, Red had no way of stopping the flames.

And more flames meant more destruction which meant a bigger audience.

Which was why his previously muted comm suddenly flared to life, the only warning Red had before Nya’s water strider mech slid around the corner.

Red scrambled onto a roof as the mech drove past, spraying water at the bonfire to dose it. His sigh of relief was just as quickly dosed as Lloyd’s voice came over the comms; “Status, Grey?”

“Flames are out,” Nya replied. “Pursing the joker that set it ablaze.”

Uh oh. Red took off across the roof, leaping from building to building. Tiles creaked, pebbled and dust scattering underfoot. The sounds of the mech’s engine roaring behind him echoed through alleyways below to create the illusion the mech was everywhere at once.

As the chase grew on, more mechs started to join in. Red ducked into a narrow avenue to avoid Zane’s tank, then under a cafe overhang to throw off Jay and Lloyd. His heart hammered in his chest and he groaned, filling the inside of the motorcycle helmet with steam. Saying this was going ‘bad’ would be the understatement of the century.

What had he been thinking? Oh wait: he hadn’t. Seriously? ‘Oh I’ll just pretend to be a villain real quick, that should get Shogun’s attention and not the attention of literally my entire team of fellow ninjas!’ Stupid, impulsive, this was why everyone was always calling the red ninja the ‘hothead’ when he really tried not to be- Lloyd’s voice over the comms snapped him from his thoughts. “I can’t catch them! It’s like they know our every move!”

Red winced as he climbed up a banister and leapt from balcony to balcony. Sorry, Lloyd.

He didn’t miss how the others asked Nya where Red was. And how she made up excuses the others bought so easily- granted, he’d told those excuses to his sister before setting his plan into motion, but still, ouch. They acted like he was simply being at best too busy and at worst lazy and selfish.

He just wanted them to know the truth! Why couldn’t they at least try to believe him when-

Of course, that was when Shogun dropped out of the sky and tackled him.

Red shouted with surprise as he tumbled down from the second floor, slamming into a few softer bags of garbage to break his fall before rolling and slamming into the unforgiving concrete. A crack formed in his vision as the visor of his motorbike helmet smacked into the concrete ground. One of the fire jets on his back sputtered and sparked, sending a thin wisp of smoke into the air.

Shogun pinned his wrists to the ground and growled. “Who are you?”

Red tried to break free, agony turning his muscles and bones to fire with the movement after his fall, but the vigilante was too strong. Damn, how often did this guy train?

“Who am I?” Red said, a nervous tinge to his voice. He quickly smoothed it over with faked confidence. “Who are you? Who are all of us, really?”

Shogun narrowed his eyes behind his hood. “Did Garmadon send you? Or someone else?”

Red sputtered. Really, the nerve! Garmadon? The thought turned his insides to disgusting mud. “Nobody sent me!”

“Then why are you here?” Shogun spat.

“Why am I here?” Why was he here again? Oh right, the bright idea on how to reveal that Shogun was Smith. “It’s, uh… a valid reason! That I don’t have to tell you!” He tried for a villainous laugh. Stay in character, don’t blow your cover, you got this!

Shogun was unimpressed. “Nearly burning down my home was a valid reason?”

“Well, I wasn’t trying to set everything on- wait, WHAT?” Uh oh. “You LIVE here?”

Now it was Shogun’s turn to look uncomfortable, though the expression was quickly wiped from his face. “Nothing wrong with this district.”

Red nodded. “‘Course not. Uh, sorry about that… wasn’t my intention, I swear.”

Shoot, he could hear Jay’s jet getting closer. He had to get out of here, but Shogun, annoyingly, didn’t seem to be in the mood to simply let him go. “Then what is your intention?”

“Well, for starters, it’s getting out of here. This really isn’t going to plan and I’d rather just be home right now, or even inventing a time machine like in that book ‘Hands of Time’ to slap my past self in the face for even thinking about this stupid idea in the first place-“

Jay wasn’t the only one that could ramble under pressure, it seemed.

Shogun leaned closer. “What idea?”

Red shrugged as best he could with how he was pinned to the ground. “Well, for starters, I just wanted to prove to my friends that you’re Smith, and things just kinda escalated from-”

The words were out of his mouth before he realized what he said.

Shogun lurched back, letting go of him. His eyes betrayed a kaleidoscope of emotions; surprise, worry, suspicious, hurt, fear, realization.

“…Kai?”

Well, f!ck.

“I-“

Red was about to badly attempt to bullsh!t his way out of his identity reveal before it suddenly dawned on him that Shogun had not denied his theory.

Which meant Shogun was Smith.

And it also meant Smith instantly recognized him as Kai, which, considering his disguise, was aptly concerning. Sure, he was the first one in his group of friends people would think to do something this extreme but give him some credit! Zane was a regular detective, he’d do the same if it meant answers! Or, well, at least something similar. And Nya could be an adrenaline seeker. And Lloyd- well, maybe not Lloyd. Or Jay, either. Cole had his head just enough on his shoulders that he probably wouldn’t do this either.

But come on, instantly guessing it?

Well, at least Smith/Shogun didn’t know Kai was the Red Ninja. That would be a catastrophe.

Right. Back to the current catastrophe at hand.

Shogun- Smith- still had a look as if he’d been slapped, and Red hated it. He hadn’t meant to hurt his friend. Shogun… Shogun hadn’t wanted them to find out his identity. And then Red had gone and done it, just to prove that he could be the smart one, or a leader, or the protector so they didn’t get hurt, or literally anything but just the ‘hotheaded one’.

…And he’d done it in the most hotheaded, impulsive way possible.

He really was an idiot.

The cracked helmet hid the look on his face, a twisted mess of distraught and shame. But it didn’t help hide how he took stumbled to his feet and away from Smith, nervous that any second he’d spill another mistake and mess up again, like how he always freaking messed up on everything. Don’t pick this fight, interject there instead, no, not there, idiot, there, FMS why are you so useless-

Focus, focus.

Lloyd’s voice, sharp in the intercom and full of static from his tumble, snapped him from his thoughts. “Anyone got eyes on the arsonist?”

Red caught Smith’s eye as he raised his hand to his own communicator. He was so screwed, so busted, so doomed… Smith would report it, and the others would know, and they’d think he was just messing around in an alleyway with some stolen devices and weapons out of curiosity or rage, - and-

“None yet, still looking.”

…What?

Smith stared at him, gaze searching. He looked shaken, more so than Red- who’d just taken a fall from a second story, mind you, it was a miracle he wasn’t more injured than a couple small scrapes and some future bruises-, yet everything from the set of his jaw to the softening of his furrowed brows suggested a change in emotions. Well, not quite change; more like repress and replace.

“You wanted to prove yourself, didn’t you.”

Red flushed, hand instinctually clamping into a tight fist at his side. The still-working fire jets on his back ignited without him pressing any buttons; faulty activation from the fall or something.

Palms up and hands raised, Smith silently asked to defuse the situation. “Didn’t mean it as an insult. This wasn’t about venting some anger, was it.”

Red’s lack of response only confirmed it. Smith continued. “I won’t say anything about this if you don’t tell anyone my identity. Deal? I know finding it out was important to you, but-“

“Deal,” Red interrupted. Guilt ate away at his core, like a wave of water dousing a candle. “Smith, I-“ He swallowed hard and stared at the alley floor. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… to…”

Smith’s hand was suddenly on his shoulder and he flinched before relaxing as Smith didn’t move further, nor did the grip tighten. “I’m a little hurt, you’re right. But I’m not mad. And I won’t tell the others, so you can relax. But you better get out of here and get yourself an alibi. We can talk at school or something.”

Wow, he was handling this rather calmly. Red was struck by the sudden memory of- what did Jay call the word? Right. Compartmentalizing. That… wasn’t healthy. But at the roar of Lloyd’s mech somewhere nearby, he didn’t comment further. Instead, he shot Smith a grateful nod and ran down the alley, sticking to the shadows and blind spots of the flying mechs and the tight alleyways where the land mechs couldn’t reach him.

When he got home, miraculously without further incident (though Shogun leading the others on a wild goose chase over the comms certainly helped there), he ditched the outfit in a bag hidden beneath a loose floorboard in the shed. He’d return the weapon to Master Wu’s ship later, and… well, hope Nya never searched for the missing supplies. There wasn’t a way of fixing it without involving her or Jay, and neither was an option.

Heatstroke was back off duty, and so was the Red Ninja.

For now, he could just be Kai Smith. And there wasn’t any issue with that.

…

Right?

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my-fanfic-library · 2 years

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [34]

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Tentatively, you began to reach for the handle of the door. Another gentle thud came from inside. What was in there? Why was Dracula so concerned about you coming upstairs? You continued to reach, stepping forwards to close the space between you and the door. Your fingers curled around the metal of the handle...

“[First]?” His voice carried from downstairs, making you jump. There was another thud behind the door.

“Yeah?” You called, your face flushing with the embarrassment of getting caught in the act.

Dracula’s immediate reaction to hearing you upstairs was panic. You had been instructed to not go up there, under any circumstance. You had never seen him do it in all of your time knowing him, but the threat of you finding out what had been happening behind that door was high, so Dracula panicked, materialising into nothing, only to suddenly appear before you. You jumped, letting go of the handle as Dracula scowled down at you.

“What are you doing?” His voice was stern. You were in trouble. Your heart began to race.

“I wasn’t doing anything, I... I couldn’t find you and I thought I heard something so-“ you stammered, stumbling over your words with nerves.

There was another thud, which caused Dracula to tense up as you looked up at him questioningly.

“It’s birds.” Dracula decided coolly.

“Huh?” You blinked up at him.

“Birds, in the roof. You hear them much better up here, since they nest just above this old storage closet.” His face was strange, not showing any emotion. He shut his eyes, licking his lips.

“Birds?”

“Yes, now why don’t we go back downstairs, hm?”

Dracula’s change in demeanour had thrown you head first into a deep pool of panic. He was angry at you. It had been a very long time since he had treated you with such little emotion and that frightened you. Even after all of this time, your gut still knew that he was dangerous. Should he wish, he could do whatever he wanted to you. You were just lucky; for now.

He didn’t give you a chance to reply. He took your hand, and within a second you found yourself back downstairs. How had that happened? You guessed he had used some of his powers to move you down as quickly as he could. As soon as you were stable, though, he dropped your hand - an act which left your heart thundering in your chest.

God, you were in trouble now.

“[First], promise me something.” He looked down at you, still with little emotion on his face. You wanted him to look at you with at least a little... anything. Even anger would suffice. This cool, unbothered act was unsettling you deeply.

“I-...” you were unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to upset him anymore.

“Don’t go upstairs again.” This was not something he was asking you to promise. This was an order, a demand. He was not giving you a choice to agree, you would simply have to.

“...okay. I’m sorry.” You dropped your head.

Dracula could hear your blood racing. As much as he hated to scare you, this was a precaution he was prepared to take. He sighed, pulling you into him. He could feel your heart hammering in your chest.

As the week progressed, you found yourself feeling like you were fifteen again with a helicopter parent. Every time you would get up to do something, Dracula would inquire as to where you were going and more often than not, would opt to accompany you.

Usually, you would feel pretty smitten with him for wanting to be around you. But you knew why he was doing it. He just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to go snooping again.

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You refused to look at your vampire, opting instead to watch London city pass you by. To say you were upset would be the understatement of the century. You were livid (probably more with yourself than with him, considering you caved to his pestering, but did it really matter if you took your anger out on him?).

He was too charming. You wanted to punch him in his stupid, smug incredibly handsome face. You huffed every now and then, watching the many buildings rush past as the car moved forwards.

“Won’t you spare me even one look?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. It had been a while since he had used a pet name on you. Was he really that upset with you?

“No.” You grumbled.

“You’ll have to look at me eventually.”

“Should I choose to, I’ll gouge out my eyes.” You snapped back.

Dracula chuckled at this. He knew you’d be upset but you had to do this. Even though you really only needed to apologise for kind of being a little rude to your mother, she owed you an apology too, and if you wanted to spend the holidays with your father, you’d need to get back into your mother’s good books.

“You would never. I’m simply too handsome. You’d miss my face too much.”

“As if.” You scoffed, “when have I ever inferred that?”

Why, god why, did you have to ask that? Immediately, Dracula began to list off all of the times you’d complimented his appearance, and the final straw was when he began to discuss some of the things you had said to him in the bedroom. You shifted your body in the seat, so that you could see him.

He smirked. Smug bastard.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Not silent, but comfortably quiet and peaceful. As you neared your family home, a sense of dread began to fill your body. What if she didn’t want to forgive you? What if you leaving had ruined everything? Oh god.

“Calm down,” Dracula’s voice was low, “I can hear your heart racing.”

The car was pulled up outside of your home now, and even you could hear your blood rushing in your ears. A cool, comforting hand came to rest on top of yours which was sitting in your lap. You looked over at Dracula, who was smiling softly at you.

No words were exchanged. They didn’t need to be. He was here for you, he would back you up. You nodded, moving to unbuckle your belt.

The moment your mother saw you, she burst into tears, rushing across the length of the living room to pull you into her. Her apologies came spilling from her mouth as quickly as her tears did her eyes and you were surprised. Your father had somehow convinced her that she was in the wrong. Well, this was certainly a surprise.

“I’m glad you two made up,” your father retorted, taking a sip from his teacup, “right?” He looked over at Dracula.

“Indeed.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper to your mother, still holding her close, “I was just so angry at all of the gossip and with Chelsea that I just... I didn’t think. I’m sorry for causing you so much stress.”

“It’s alright, dear. Your father and I talked. I understand now that getting so wrapped up in all of the gossip was wrong of me.” She pulled away, looking at your face, “I only want what’s best for you.”

“I know, I’m still sorry.” You smiled.

Making up with your mother made it feel like a weight had been lifted off of your chest. It wasn’t a lot, but substantial enough to help you feel a little more relaxed. After all, you wouldn’t be able to come back to your parents’ house for a while. Renfield was still a danger, and as long as he was still on the lose, you didn’t want to risk your parents’ lives.

When you left a few hours later, your heart felt heavy. You didn’t know when you’d be able to come back, so you held your mother a little tighter, and hugged your father for just a little longer. You knew they’d be okay, but you couldn’t help but worry.

Dracula decided to stay quiet on the drive back. He knew you were thinking. Sometimes, it was best to let you work through your mind. Especially when the balance of life and death was so delicate and depended on every move being perfectly calculated.

He would not let Renfield hurt you or your family. He would rather die himself.

The next day that followed, found you without Dracula’s company, but with Jack’s instead. He’d waited for the rather overprotective vampire to leave to run some errands, before knocking the door and coming in.

You were glad to see him, you had to be honest. It felt nice to have someone who knew what you were feeling, knowing just what was on the line. Jack was the only person in the world who could possibly empathise with you.

He had brought with him a bag from Daniel’s home, with some things he thought you might have liked to hold on to. Digging through the bag, you found a bracelet that you had gifted him one birthday, a couple of your own books that you had left when you had split, and at the very bottom, a picture frame.

The entire bag still had his boyish scent, and when you plucked up the photo, a wave of sombre nostalgia hit you. This must’ve been taken maybe 6 months before your split with Daniel, when you were still totally in love with him. From left to right, it was Jack, Lucy, Daniel and then yourself. All four of you were smiling, with a beautiful background of the beach, and far behind, a theme park that sat on the edge of the seafront.

You could recall this day easily. It was so much fun. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so... free. And then it hit you. You weren’t free. Not one particle of your being would ever be free now that you were tied up with Dracula. As long as you lived, you were not free anymore. You were stuck with Dracula. You could never relive those days.

Now that you had become involved with Dracula, and with Renfield, you could never be free. It was clear to you that Dracula had a possessive hold on you, and you could never just leave for a whirlwind weekend away again. You’d need his permission for everything. Hell, you even needed his permission to go upstairs in your own damn home.

You thought about upstairs. The knocking had become more frequent, yet you still had not heard even a single chirp from a bird. Surely it wasn’t birds being able to make such a hard noise? But what else could it be? What could be up there that Dracula didn’t want you to see?

“What are you thinking about?” Jack spoke up, and you realised you had been staring at the picture for far too long.

“Nothing,” you began, “it’s stupid.”

“I promise you, it’s not.”

“It’s just... Dracula’s been a little... strange with me.”

“How so?”

“Well, I went upstairs a couple of days ago, because I thought he was up there. And he wasn’t, but in certain I heard a noise. He got... super mad with me for going up there and now he’s like... watching me like a hawk and he’s treating me differently..”

Jack gulped.

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heliads · 2 years

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YOUR ARAGORN FATHER FIC IS EVERYTHING IDK IF YOU WRITE FOR HIM,,,, but could you possibly do a sam wilson father figure fanfic. i know you like details so it could be like them spending a day out together, or even him giving the reader fatherly advice when she’s having a hard time. idk i just love him as a father figure!!

sam wilson my BELOVED!! no bc he would be such a good dad

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You are holding a newly minted ID, staring up at the doors of the Avengers complex and wondering what the hell you did to land up here.

You do know, of course. You slipped up in front of a security camera you hadn’t realized was there, and S.H.I.E.L.D. in all its Orwellian glory figured out that you were an inhuman. Next thing you knew, a couple of agents were letting themselves into your house and talking about how they’d love to get to know you further, say, through the Avengers Initiative.

It wasn’t the greatest start to a future career, but some part of you had always wanted to do something more with yourself, so it sounded perfect. You don’t have to pack your bags just yet, merely commute to the complex a few days per week.

Still, it’s a big jump from your home life to this. Understatement of the century, as it turns out. You knew your life would be different once your inhuman abilities manifested for the first time, but you were hoping to hide them for at least a while longer. There’s no hiding, not anymore. For better or for worse, you are known.

The only thing now is to enter the Avengers complex and see what your future has in store for you. No one really told you what to expect after this, or even how to let yourself in after showing up at the undisclosed address. You try the door, but find it locked. After a few moments’ panicked thinking, you knock, as if you’re just another neighbor on their way over to borrow a cup of flour, not a fledgling inhuman who really doesn’t want to be doing this right now.

Surprisingly, the door opens a couple of seconds later, revealing a kind looking man you recognize from the news as Sam Wilson, the Falcon. He holds out a hand to you, and you shake it, trying not to show just how disconcerted you feel. It isn’t every day that you meet an Avenger, you know, even if you might someday be one yourself.

Sam smiles at you. “You must be Y/N. I’m here to give you the standard issue tour, so please come inside.”

You follow him in, doing your best not to stare. There isn’t a whole lot that would designate this place as the training grounds of the Avengers, other than S.H.I.E.L.D. logos everywhere and a ton of security. You thought it would look more lived in, but it could be just another governmental training facility for all you know.

Sam glances over at you as the two of you walk down a wide hallway. “So, I heard they brought you in because you were an inhuman. What are your gifts, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You have no doubt that Sam already knows what you can do. Everyone here, from the Avengers themselves to every agent staffed to regulating the place, probably received a folder stuffed with information on you. Still, it’s nice that he’d ask, as it gives you a chance to put your abilities in your own words instead of the speculative version no doubt present in your S.H.I.E.L.D. dossier.

You clear your throat quietly. “I can control my own body.”

Sam nods slowly. “I think we all can.”

You direct a startled look his way, but Sam is already snickering to himself.

“Sorry, I couldn't help it. Please continue.” Sam says, and after pausing again to let his laughter subside, you do.

“Well, yeah, we all have some control over our physical forms, but mine is different. I can heal my wounds, I can become super strong or super fast if I focus on it, and I can compel myself to levitate.”

The last part gets Sam’s attention. “You can fly?”

Again, you’re certain that he already knew that, but you do appreciate the enthusiasm in his voice. Most people just treat you like an anomaly or a weapon, but he’s genuinely excited for you.

“Mostly. I haven’t had much time to practice, though.”

Sam chuckles. “Yeah, I can imagine it’s difficult to stay undercover while you’re looping around the top of the Empire State Building.”

The two of you turn a corner and find yourselves in a large room. Banks of holographic display monitors take up most of a far wall, their blue light reflecting dimly off of the faces studying them. Three people are in the room, although they turn around when they see you approach.

Sam extends a hand to point them out, although he doesn’t really have to; every self respecting New Yorker knows their hometown heroes. “These lovely fellows are Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Natasha Romanoff.”

You nod, trying not to let your excitement show. Sure, you talked about meeting the Avengers, and you’ve already talked to Sam, but three are just standing here before you as if this isn’t totally crazy.

Steve raises a hand in greeting. “Good to meet you, kid. Hope you enjoy your stay.”

Bucky manages a half nod in your general direction, whereas Natasha folds her arms across her chest. “Sam, why do you get to do the tour and not one of us?”

Sam smirks. “I have been deemed ‘more welcoming’ than the rest of you. Feel free to complain to S.H.I.E.L.D. HR if you feel slighted. Also, Y/N can fly, which automatically makes us good friends.”

Bucky snorts. “Yeah, I can see your bird habits are coming in handy for bonding.”

Sam rolls his eyes, looking back at you. “Don’t mind them, they’re just bitter that I had to help every single one of them with their taxes over the past week.”

You frown. “Even Natasha? I thought she’d be able to do taxes with ease because she’s an agent.”

Across the room, Natasha shakes her head dolefully. “I kept trying to commit tax fraud and Sam wouldn’t let me. I wouldn’t even have gotten caught.”

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, indicating that this is a conversation they’ve had many times before. “Someone would notice, and then they’d start asking questions about why you were so good at committing tax fraud. We’re on thin ice as it is, we don’t need another scandal to mess us up.”

You grin. “I don’t know, I think a little tax fraud between friends can’t hurt.”

Natasha gestures towards you happily. “See? Newbie gets it.”

Sam sighs. “Their name is Y/N, not newbie, and we do not encourage tax fraud in the slightest. Come on, let’s see some of the other places before you get into Natasha’s other habits, like assassination or hacking into government systems.”

Natasha waves goodbye cheerily as you and Sam depart the room. He takes you into a few training rooms, and you meet some other agents with important names and faces that you definitely didn’t forget the second they left the room.

The highlight of the tour, however, comes later. Once Sam checks all the boxes, he takes you up to the roof. On the way up, he grabs his wings, so you can tell what he’s got in mind.

Flying around with an Avenger sounds like the best plan ever, but once you’re standing over the edge to the roof and looking down at the ground seemingly miles below you, it’s a different story. Sam’s facing you expectantly, and although you hate to disappoint him after you’ve just met, you still find yourself backing away from the edge.

“I don’t know about this. Like I said, I haven’t actually had much flight training. Wouldn’t it be better to, I don’t know, start a little closer to the ground, and not on my first day here?”

Sam shrugs, putting down his wings so he can stand beside you. “There’s no time like the present to learn. Besides, for some things you can’t start small. When you fly, you have to trust yourself completely. On this sort of thing, training wheels are more of a hindrance than a help. I’ve had enough practice to know that.”

You cast your gaze back over the edge, but it seems no friendlier than before. “Why can’t we take our time, though?”

Sam’s voice is gentle. “We don’t have a lot of time, Y/N, which is the problem. You know as well as I do that you’re not here for a fun extracurricular, you’re here because we need someone else to help us save the world. Danger is going to come soon, it always does. The way I see it, the faster you’re ready, the better.”

You fold your arms across your chest in an attempt to stave off the cold wind ripping through your skin at this altitude. “I didn’t ask for this. How can I control my gifts so fast if all I’ve ever done before is try to hide them?”

You’re just complaining, you know that, but Sam doesn’t seem annoyed. Instead, he just fixed you with a knowing look. You can’t help but wonder if he’s practiced his parenting/mentor skills on the other Avengers, too, or if you’re just the perfect candidate.

“It’s not fair. None of this is fair. I’m not going to stand up here and pretend that it is. That being said, you can either push everything away, or you can fight for a future in which things are fair again.”

He pauses, collecting his thoughts, then starts speaking again. “I know it’s hard for you to leave your world behind and come work for us, but I do think you can handle it, honestly. The only thing in between you and that success, though, is you. Are you ready?”

You nod. “I think I am.”

Sam steps away again, smiling, and extends a hand towards the awaiting drop. “Alright, then. Show me.”

You take a deep breath, stretch your arms, then walk to the edge of the roof. The height is still dizzying, but Sam’s words are ringing in your ears. You have to face this for things to get better. Don’t look, just leap.

You throw yourself from the edge before you have much time to think. The wind races past your ears, snatching at your clothes and skin. All you can feel is the sensation of falling faster and faster. For a moment, you think you’ve made the biggest mistake of your life. Who’s going to have to scrape your remains off of the pavement when you can’t get this to work?

You let your eyes shut. You’re floating, you’re flying. You have to come out on top. The wind ceases around you, and it’s blissfully silent until the sound of applause breaks your serenity.

When you open your eyes, you’re floating. Somehow, you came back up level with the roof, and Sam is clapping like he’s just seen a magic trick. In a way, you suppose he has.

You beam, you can’t help it. “I did it! I didn’t die!”

Sam chuckles. “That you did, kid. I’m proud of you.”

Something starts to warm your spirits, a gradual feeling, like eating hot soup on a wintry day. You feel proud, too. You can’t deny that you’ve been having doubts about what you can do, but for once, those traitorous voices are silent. You are perfectly capable, just like Sam told you.

Sam shouts over to you as he tightens the straps holding his wings to his chest. “See? Fun, huh?”

You grin. “Yeah, it’s great.”

Sam takes a running start off of the roof as well, soaring up to meet you. If this is how life as an Avenger in training is going to go, you’re not sure that you mind it anymore. You’ve got a lot to learn, sure, but you’ve got a great teacher, and you don’t have to hide your abilities any longer. It’s as if one great world is opening up before you, and for once, you’ve got the tools to take control. Who knows what the future will bring, but you’re keen on exploring it anyway.

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Can you do a short where Gordon or someone meets Scotsman's human form for the first time? Maybe even a scene with Pegler?

Another ask from ages ago. I get to all of them eventually I promise.

This is set after Green with Envy and there are a few references and teases to what happened at the end of that story but nothing too spoilery.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of abuse and injures.

It occured to Gordon that he’d never seen Flying Scotsman’s human form in almost a century of them being brothers. Certainly, the two were separated by a long distance and the two rarely ever saw each other.

But even then, Gordon had seen a few of his cousins' human forms, even Bittern who he’d only seen several times over their lives.

The big burly man with braids and a cocky smile had practically dragged him out to have drinks with him, Braunton and a few of the Castles despite his protests. He secretly loved the night out with his cousin but he’d be damned if he ever let the big blue boisterous A4 know.

Granted Gordon rarely ever let anyone see his human form, it was less taboo these days than it had been when their designer was still around. Gordon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he remembered how a mishap when Sir Gresley had been experimenting with his running gear had caused it to collapse and literally explode.

The pain had been so intense that he’d been shocked into his human form with both his legs broken.

To say Sir Gresley had not been pleased was an understatement.

After that, Gordon had paid great attention to never revealing his human form, even if his boiler had exploded or he was on the brink of being scrapped.

A sentiment he had drilled into his younger brothers and sisters but especially Scotsman. Scotsman had taken it to heart that not even Bittern or the Duchess of Hamilton had seen it, two engines that were probably the closest to him.

He wandered the sheds of the steamworks, engineers and mechanics going about their jobs, giving him only a nod or a quick greeting.

The sheds were somewhat empty. Only what looked like a half built engine under a drape and mechanical parts strewn everywhere.

Sir Topham had had sent him to the mainland for a little while so it was weird not being annoyed by having the little engines around. He got to spend time with his brother however and that was what mattered.

His own engine sat silently on one side of the shed, its face just a simple black door, almost like a clock face. Although he had protested, the workers trying to rebuild his brother had asked him to leave the engine, at least for a little while so they could examine him thoroughly to make the parts for his brother’s new rebuild a lot more precise.

He had to remind himself that Sir Gresley was no longer here and that no one would severely punish him for becoming ‘weak’ and ‘feeble’.

“Hello Gordon,” the head engineer, Markus, waved at him. “I must say, it’s an honour to get to examine an engine like you. You’re so fascinating.”

Gordon felt his ego being stroked and leant into it.

“Well, that’s being Gresley’s prototype for you I guess,” he murmured and Markus laughed.

“Quite so,” Markus grinned.

Gordon walked over to where his brother was and suddenly froze in shock.

There was no face on his brother’s engine.

That meant his human form was around somewhere.

“Where… where is my brother?” He stammered and Markus leant over and looked at the Flying Scotsman's engine who was no longer sentient.

They’d been concentrating on Gordon’s engine so much that they’d failed to realise that Scotsman had taken his human form.

Panicking, Markus quickly climbed into the Flying Scotsman’s cab and found a tall but thin man unconscious and slumped up against the engines controls.

“Scotsman?” Markus asked, kneeling by the man as Gordon climbed in his brother’s cab. He gently placed a hand on his throat to feel his pulse before brushing the man's forehead.

"Heart Rate is too fast," Markus murmured. "He's got a bit of a fever."

He gently shook the man to try and get a reaction.

Gordon was about to speak when someone climbed into Scotsman's cab behind him.

"How's he doing this time?" The engineer asked.

"No seizures, no convulsions, no injuries this time," Markus said as he checked Scotsman over. "Just a low fever and fast heart rate. Get Jeremy will you? And inform Truro, he might be needed if things go sour."

The engineer nodded and quickly left to get a stretcher to transport the unconscious man.

Gordon however looked alarmed.

"What did you mean by 'this time?'" he asked.

"Scotsman has taken his human form before but it's been in the middle of rebuilding him and it hasn't been… pretty," Markus said, trying to avoid details. "Thing is he refuses to take human form even when we insist that he does. When he involuntarily snaps into human form it damages it. The more he resists the worse it is."

Gordon felt guilt rise in his chest but pushed it back. He'd encouraged Scott to suppress it for his own good. Sir Gresley would not have been kind if he ever saw Scott's human form.

He simply watched as Markus and his team carefully placed Scotsman's human form on to a gurney and moved him to a small nicely furnished apartment with little decorations.

They laid him in the hospital bed that seemed specifically designated for him, judging by the models of Flying Scotsman's engine sitting on the bedside table.

"Truro's on his way, he'll be here as soon as he can," one of Markus's team said. Markus nodded and waved them all off except the in house doctor.

"This one seems to be the least damaging instance, there's no serious injuries, he just seems to be struggling with the pain," the Doctor said with a smile. "He must be getting better at controlling it."

"He's almost 100 years old," Markus mused annoyed. "Tornado is just over a decade old and has no problem mastering it. I don't understand it."

He knew the reason why. He'd suppressed it so much that it had in turn caused his brother's ability to do so to become unstable.

So much so that during his last rebuild he hadn't transformed once, leading to a rebuild that lasted an agonising 10 years.

Gordon looked anywhere but the humans and his brother. He felt a chill down his spine as he suddenly saw the models his brother had perched on his window sill.

He saw several different models of his brother over the years, a City of Truro and even a small Green Arrow tucked in the corner out of respect for their cousin.

The blue Pacific stood out among the greens.

His brother had a model of his engine and it sat there as the centerpiece in his little window display. It was clearly custom made, a transformed version of a Flying Scotsman.

"Gordon?" A voice asked of him and he jumped and turned to see a shorter old man with half-moon glasses and wearing a woolen cardigan and with short curly golden brown hair. He knew instantly who it was.

"City of Truro, hello," Gordon mumbled quietly.

Truro smiled at him.

"You're as handsome as your brother," Truro smiled at him and Gordon shrugged.

"I guess so," he said.

"How is Tornado?" Truro asked and Gordon made his way over to the chair next to his brother and sat heavily in it.

"She's… struggling to deal with what happened to Green Arrow," Gordon said quietly. "I think a lot of us are."

"Yes, it was quite a terrible thing to happen," Truro said sadly. "Tornado would be broken up about causing such a thing."

"Tornado has too much guilt," Gordon said quietly. "But, Arrow did the right thing in the end. It was his choice to put himself through that."

Truro nodded knowingly.

"You seem to have a lot of guilt too Gordon," Truro noted and Gordon looked up at the Great Western.

"About what?" He said nervously but Truro only gave a small smile.

"Your brother and I are very close Gordon," Truro said. "He tells me a lot of things. Especially when I demand to know why he risks his life in certain ways."

"How close are you with him exactly?" Gordon asked curiously.

"Shall we just say our designers wouldn't above of a LNER and a Great Western being so close?" Truro said with a sly smile and Gordon blushed.

He knew Scott and Truro were close. Just not that close.

"I see," Gordon said with a small smile.

"Someone needs to keep this idiot from accidentally killing his human form," Truro said with a shake of his head. "He's quite useless at keeping it safe and functioning, you know?"

Gordon was silent for a long moment.

"Sir Gresley would have beaten him within an inch of his life," Gordon whispered hoarsely. "I couldn't, I couldn't let him do that do my little brother. Not my innocent little brother, his life was already under so much strain being the poster child of the LNER. If Sir Gresley found him…"

Gordon stopped and forced himself to calm down, desperately trying not to cry.

Truro walked over and simply put a comforting arm around Gordon.

"You don't have to say anything more Gordon," Truro said calmly. "It's alright I understand."

Gordon sniffed and brushed the tears out of his eyes. He looked at the Scotsman sleeping calmly on the bed.

His face seemed calm and serene.

"Is this the first time you've seen Scott's human form?" Truro asked curiously.

Gordon nodded.

"Would you like some time with him alone?" Truro asked and Gordon nodded. "I'll be in the living room, tell me if you need anything."

Gordon watched Truro leave before turning his attention to the gentle rising and falling of Scotsman's chest as he slept.

~~~

Scotsman awoke to a terrible throbbing pain in his stomach. It wasn't as bad as when he'd first snapped into his human form but it was still excruciating.

He laid their in his bed, trying to catch his breath as he felt himself struggle to centre himself.

Usually Truro was there to guide him but he didn't appear to be with him.

He cursed annoyed before feeling a hand grasp his arm.

"Truro?" He slurred out weakly. He didn't have his glasses and so he couldn't see properly, everything was just a blur.

"Scott?" A voice asked and he froze.

"Gordon?" He croaked weakly recognising his brother's voice.

"Yes it's me," a blurry shape by his bedside spoke to him.

Scott tried to move to fumble for his glasses but he hissed in pain and forced himself to lay still.

"My glasses," he muttered. "Where are my-"

He heard shuffling around for a few moments before he felt Gordon place his glasses on his face.

His eyes focused and he saw a tall dark haired man with a square jaw and board shoulders standing at his bedside.

"Not as handsome as me but still, very nice," Scotsman joked and the corners of Gordon's mouth twitched.

"Even in this form you're still a pest," Gordon sneered and Scotsman gave a laugh before wincing in pain.

Gordon's face turned to one of worry.

"You don't, you don't have to suppress your human form now Scott," Gordon assured him. "Sir Gresley isn't here anymore."

"I know," the Scotsman said gritting his teeth in pain. "But it was necessary when Cain was around. He would have… well, not been kind to me. Green Arrow found that out the hard way. But I still still struggle with it, habits and all that."

The two brothers fell silent.

"Tornado sends her love," Gordon said with a small smile. "She's doing a lot better. The Sudrian engines are making sure she's looked after."

"That's good," Scotsman smiled. "It was foolish of them to dump all my duties on Tornado and expect her to replace me without something coming to a head."

"It doesn't excuse her actions though," Gordon pointed out and Scotsman noted.

"Quite so," he smiled at Gordon.

"It's good to see your human form after all these years," Gordon said.

"Same to you. Interesting how we look similar despite never seeing each other before now," Scotsman mused.

"It really is."

"Bet I'm still taller than you though," Scotsman jabbed and Gordon frowned at him.

"I don't think you are."

"We'll see."

Much to Gordon's horror the next day, Scotsman was in fact taller than he was.

Only by a centimetre but still.

~~~

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Greg high on anesthesia and flirting with Tom >>>

Godddd I would pay to see that

They finally are forced to let Tom in and he’s at Greg’s bedside in a second.

He looks like hell from the accident but he’s awake and most importantly he’s alive.

The next thing he notices is Greg is fucking doped up beyond. They warned him he might be too stoned to recognize him but it still feels like gut punch when Greg looks at him and there’s no flicker of recognition there.

Except now he’s smiling, a goofy dopey smile, so maybe he does know-

“Woah..hey you..” and he drops his voice into some sort of horrible southern accent, “what’s a mighty a fine gentleman like you doing on my side of town, partner:”

And he’s not sure if he wants to laugh or cry because fuck, it’s such a stupid Greg thing to say and could have lost him. He never would have heard his bizarre rambling and stupid jokes again.

And he wants to reach over and brush the stray hairs from his forehead. There’s always that one strand that never wants to stay in place. He doesn’t though:

And Greg is still just kinda looking at him with this same goofy expression. “You’re..wow..you’re really uh…you sure are a good looking gentleman..my good sir.”

And that’s….not what he expected to come out his mouth..

“How about you lie down and rest?” He says because Greg is high.

“How about you uh..join me? Perhaps? If you..are so inclined?”

And what the fuck is Greg hitting on him? He reminds himself Greg is on pain killers.

He reminds himself not to take it seriously although it feels like someone reached into his chest and squeezed.

“I think I’ll stay right here, buddy.”

And he wishes he could climb into the bed with him, hold him until he falls back asleep.

Greg just squirms a bit before squinting at him for a moment. “Are you my boyfriend?” And that feels like a punch in the stomach.

“What?” Is all he can say because why would he assume that? Why-

“Are we like together?”

He thinks of Italy and the answer comes out against his will. “Yes.” Sue him. He’ll tell Greg he was just fucking with him if he remembers.

“Seriously?” He winces at the incredulity in his voice. Well, ouch. Maybe he was reading this wrong the entire time.

You just called me handsome, asshole.

“How did I manage that?” He says finally, sounding slightly..awed. “Are you like blind?”

And oh, he means how did he land someone like Tom? It’s so ridiculous and..flattering he can’t help but preen a little at the indirect compliment.

“No I’m not blind, Greg.”

“Wow.”

And the silence that follows is only awkward for Tom it seems.

“What’s your name?” Greg says after a moment like it’s not strange to not know his own supposed boyfriends name.

“Tom.”

“Tom. That’s a nice name you’ve got there. I’m..Craig? No- Greg. I’m Greg.”

“Yeah I know, buddy.”

“Where am I?”

“Hospital.”

Greg’s eyes go comically wide as he looks around the room and finally settles on the machines next to him “that’s not good.”

Understatement of the century.

He seems to forget about it just as quickly because he’s looking at him..with this odd sort of playful energy. Flirty? Is he flirting?

“You’re…Mm..I’m trying not to be uncouth my dear uh..lover? Boyfriend?” He looks at the ring on Tom’s hand and perks up, “husband?”

And Tom doesn’t know to respond to that. He thinks of Italy again and he thinks of Nero and Sporus and he can’t say no.

He doesn’t answer and that seems to be enough of an answer for Greg.

“Where’s my ring? Did I lose it?” His eyes go wide with panic and Tom just quickly grabs his hand and squeezes gently.

“It’s…around.” He lies because it’s easier than explaining to a drug addled Greg that he’s not actually married to him and Tom is just a sad pathetic excuse of a man pretending he is.

“Oh okay.” He looks so relieved, it’s sweet.

He’d lost his own ring once and he’d panicked. Shiv had just looked at him with mild confusion and said “if it’s lost, we’ll just get you another one, no big deal. Calm down, honey.”

And it’s instinct really to reach out and run his fingers through Greg’s hair to soothe him. Immediately he melts into it and it doesn’t take long before he’s starting to fall asleep again.

Greg smiles softly at him after a few minutes and manages to get one last agonizing blow in, “hey..I love you, Tommy.”

And this whole situation feels like the world’s cruelest joke.

“You don’t even remember me?”

“I remember I love you.” And Tom isn’t going to cry he’s not. (He is)

And he just smiles tightly and shushes him, hopes he doesn’t notice that he didn’t say it back. He can’t, not like this. What if Greg remembers? This is already damning enough.

He doesn’t notice or he’s too drugged up and tired to call him on it. He falls asleep quickly enough and Tom stays by his side until he wakes up (and thankfully doesn’t remember what transpired) like a good husband should

#asks #succession asks

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inviberu · 3 years

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mirror

An old mirror dirty enough to the point you can’t see your reflection anymore. Faust decided to take a better look at it. He never expected it to turn out as a lost relic from a once prosperous city.

“Oh dear me!” Snow gasped, putting his hand over his mouth to appear more shocked than he actually is. A thoughtful smile suddenly took over his expression not long after as he put his hands on his hips. “I would’ve never thought I’d see this again in this day and age.”

“You know what this is?” Faust’s eyes widened as he examined the mirror in his hands once more, its golden rim giving off a shiny gleam after recovering it from the ruins during their last expedition to the Eastern country. It managed to pique the hermit’s interest after seeing it lay bare on the ground in such a terrible state, wanting to recover it to its former beauty. In some way, it reminded him of himself.

“But of course! This was awfully revered back in the day by both humans and wizards alike. It’s a good thing that my weary self was able to remember it.” Snow chirped, taking a closer look at the mirror. “A relic from a once-famous city—a mirror that is said to have the ability to show you the future. After their downfall, no one had any idea about where the relic laid rest. Ohoho! You’ve come across an exquisite item indeed.”

“The ability to show me the future? That’s ridiculous. I just picked it up from the ground, there’s no way a mirror like this is a lost relic.” Despite the sureness from his words, his voice held a certain kind of doubt that believed Snow. There was no reason for someone like Snow to lie to him after all, there was simply no merit in doing so and Snow wasn’t one to lie about this sort of stuff just for his own amusement.

“You think I jest? I see, then why don’t you try it out for yourself?” Snow’s expression held a smug smile before he remembered something and he let out a small gasp. “I heard it was very moody and picky though, so it might not work on your first try.”

“A moody mirror? The more I hear about this mirror the more I think that it’s a joke.” Faust shook his head.

“Ohoho! Try saying ‘please and thank you’ to the mirror when you try.” What Snow said sounded like a tease but Faust knew well that he was being serious. He didn’t know which one was worse—he could only let out a sigh as he inspected the mirror again. Could a mirror truly tell him of the future? Such an item is far too dangerous to be left out in the open.

“Woah, so you’re telling me this mirror can show you the future?” You wandered inside Faust’s room back and forth but your eyes remained fixated on the mirror placed on his desk, its intricate golden design never failed to catch your interest. It was hard to believe such a thing was capable of showing you the future when all sorts of magic relating to that were either forbidden or extremely hard unless you were gifted with the gift of prophecy like the twins from the North.

Faust let out a sigh, he couldn't bring himself to believe it either but there were a lot of strange things in this world—this was just one of them. "Apparently," he pushed up his glasses as he took the mirror in his hands and looked at his reflection. "Do you want to give it a try?"

"Me?" You asked curiously, wondering why Faust would ask you such a thing but you weren't against the idea of the mirror showing you your possible future. Though you can't help but feel a little bit scared when you thought about the possibilities—there was nothing more terrifying than the unknown future, after all. Faust handed you the mirror and you stared at it blankly. With much hesitance, you nodded.

"I'll try… how does this even work in the first place?" You tried tapping the glass, wondering if it was some sort of touch screen mirror but you were met with disappointment when it did nothing.

"Snow said to try saying 'please and thank you' to the mirror, I don't know if that'll work though. He said it was moody." Faust let out a dry chuckle, the thought still ridiculous to him but never crossed it out as impossible. If the mirror would truly respond to something like that, it only proved the strangeness of this magical world. You shot him a strange look, a moody mirror? But you pushed back the doubt to the back of your head and put your trust in him instead.

"Mirror, can you show me the future? Pretty please?" You cooed, feeling a bit stupid for pleading to a mirror like this. You waited a few moments for a reaction while looking at the object expectantly, only to be met with utter disappointment when it did absolutely nothing. Faust was silent along with you until he let out a small laugh, did you look stupid when you were doing that? You questioned if Snow was just pulling both of your legs, that mischievous old man!

"As expected, it won't work just because we asked it to."

"Geez, Faust! Do you really think a shabby thing like this can show us the future?" Shabby was the last word you would use to describe the mirror had it not been for your rage towards its defect. It looked elegant and regal, as if it didn't spend centuries lying beneath some rubble—it was a miracle the glass wasn't broken by such heavy fragments lying atop of it. You shook your head and gave Faust the mirror, giving up on it after you added: "How about you try it? It might listen to you because you're the one that picked it up."

He shot you a hesitant look, he had a feeling this wasn't going to end well yet he pushed that feeling into the back of his mind and stared at his reflection—he caught a small glimpse of your face in it while you were looking away and he couldn't help but break into a small smile. At that moment, something changed.

The hand mirror shook slightly in his grasp. Faust, alarmed, tried to make it sit still by gripping it tighter but it proved to be futile when it flew from his grasp and a blinding light filled the room—eliciting gasps of shock from the both of you as Faust grabbed to shield you from whatever was emerging in his room. When the light disappeared, it took him a while to get adjusted to the sudden change but once he did, he saw the hand mirror transformed into a full-body one sitting in the middle of his room.

"What in the world…" Faust left your side to carefully inspect the area, making sure there were no more risks in the area before taking your hand while telling you it was safe—aside from the now huge mirror residing smack middle in his room, its golden glow giving off an intimidating aura. You felt your initial shock turn into excitement.

"Isn't this great? It responded to you! What did you say?" You asked him, curious. You weren't paying attention to him at that time, perhaps you missed something.

"Nothing, actually. It just started vibrating and this happened." Faust tipped his hat slightly, closing his eyes and let out another sigh. One strange thing after another, he was bound to be drained at the end of the day, wasn't he?

"That's strange, you didn't say anything and yet it responded to you… curious." You stroked your chin. Faust stepped into the mirror's view and nothing was out of the ordinary, it showed him nothing of the future, only his reflection. He paused, was it broken after being left there for so many centuries? It was a plausible explanation. It was just like a normal mirror now, it was a shame such a relic has lost its true value—eroded along with the years that passed.

That is, until you stepped into the view.

The moment you stepped into the view, everything that the mirror showed suddenly changed as it emitted a faint white glow. You closed your eyes for a second and you could hear the faint sounds of… bells? You opened your eyes slightly to look at the mirror only for Faust to slap his hand over your eyes to obstruct your vision before you could get a small glimpse of what changed.

A bunch of incomprehensible sounds fell from Faust's lips and you tried to remove his hand from your eyes but that just made his actions more frantic. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the mirror to outside of his room. You tried asking him what his problem was but you were left unheard as he left you outside and shut the door to his room aggressively. By the time you tried making sense of the scenario, you were already staring at his door from outside—did he just kick you out?

Your mouth was wide open when the realization dawned on you—what was his problem!? You crossed your arms grumpily, a part of you wanted to knock on his door again to demand an explanation but another part wanted you to storm off without saying anything to him. You pouted, or was he trying to protect you from something dangerous? Magical items could be dangerous if not handled correctly, after all.

In the end, you didn't know what to do and rested your forehead against his door frame with a clenched fist ready to knock at any given time and a defeated look.

To say Faust panicked back there was an understatement, he felt as if his soul was about to leave his body right then and there when he saw the scene the mirror showed him. He could only breathe a sigh of relief, he was glad he acted quickly before you caught a glimpse of it—that would've made things worse and he wouldn't know what to do. He slumped against the door, feeling a bit light-headed and fuzzy, the heat refusing to leave his face. He was embarrassed.

The sight wasn't something particularly scary or tragic. In fact, it was the complete opposite—though that made it all the more confusing as to why Faust would stop you from looking at it. It was a scene that he saw in one of his many dreams, something that flustered him to no end and wished it would leave him alone.

The bells that rang in the background, the happy couple dressed in white as they looked at each other lovingly, a perfect wedding scene straight from the dreams Faust doesn't tell anyone. A perfect wedding scene of you and him in the distant future—together.

To think your fate was intertwined like this… Faust could only hope that it's a future that's bound to happen. But, right now, he can't let you find out about this lest he wants to live the rest of his life inside the forest hiding from you. He would simply pass away from sheer embarrassment, oh how would he even face you? His cheeks burned red at the thought of a wedding with you once again.

#mhyk #mhyk writing #my writing #promise of wizard #faust #mhyk faust #faust x reader #promise of wizard x reader #mahoyaku x reader #faust lavinia #faust lavinia x reader #no beta we die like white #the wedding rot ... immaculate

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