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inu-jiru · 3 years

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The Tiger And The Zebra

Chapter Four - The Rematch

There it was. The Earth.

I’d only just arrived at the bridge when I saw the mass of blue and green outside of the window. I picked up my pace, stopping beside Peridot’s seat. The warship wasn’t in orbit yet, but the planet was close. A strange object floated outside, drifting lazily past the ship.

“What are those?” I asked, pointing to it.

“I’m not exactly sure,” replied Peridot. “I sent out a Hand Robonoid to investigate.” Pausing, one of her limb enhancers’ floating digits pressing something on the control panel. A holographic screen popped up, showing various images of what I assumed to be aerial views of...cities? That had caught me off guard. There were no cities during the war. All that I’d known of humans was that they lived out in the wild, taking shelter in caves and defending themselves with primitive spears. They’d somehow managed to evolve from that, which was...puzzling.

“Using this data,” the technician continued, bringing me to attention. “I was able to identify any and all cities adjacent to shorelines composed of Earth sediment. If you look here…” A digit pointed to a certain spot located on the northwestern continent. The image zoomed in, showing a smaller human settlement. What interested me was the stone structure near the shoreline. Though the shot was from above, I could see what looked like arms protruding from the sides. “Not only does this city exist on what can be called a “beach”, but there seems to be remnants of Gem architecture. This may be the “Beach City” the Lazuli spoke of. If I have your permission, ma’am, I believe we should land here.”

“Of course,” I said with an approving nod. I had to admit, I was impressed. “Very good work, Peridot. I’ll be sure to inform your manager of your ingenuity.”

I smiled politely down at the sitting Gem, and she looked up at me with wide eyes and a deep blush. She then smiled, a small and rather awkward-looking one. Seeing her joy only made my smile grow wider. I was of the opinion that all Gems, even the lesser ones, deserved some sort of commendation for a job well done. It was good for morale, after all.

“Thank you, Zebra Agate, heh…” she said sheepishly. Clearing her throat, she looked back at the control panel, her “hands” sinking into it as if it were made of fluid. “The ship will land within the next hour.”

“Jasper and I will deal with the traitors, should they show themselves,” I proclaimed. “It should take no more than a few minutes. You will be free to head to the Kindergarten after that. I shall inform Jasper.” Peridot nodded in agreement. I turned from the window, preparing to walk back towards the rest of the warship. Suddenly, I paused. I remembered the traitor curled away in her cell. A sneer formed on my face as I called back over my shoulder:

“Have the Lazuli removed from her cell. I want her to watch exactly what happens when a Gem even thinks of turning against Homeworld.”

I walked on after that, Peridot’s nervous “Yes, ma’am…” fading into nothing behind me. Eagerness pulsated throughout my form. I was so close...so close to hearing Rose begging for mercy as thrashed her repeatedly over the head with my crook. It was less than what she deserved, but that was where White Diamond’s punishment would come in. I was certain of that.

As I made my way down the corridors, a thought came to mind. I remembered that sparring attempt I had when Jasper rotations ago. She’d said something about me being rusty. I was too flustered at the time to pay it any mind, but now that I thought about it, I begrudgingly had to confess that she was right. Agates weren’t always used for combat; usually, our sheer presence was enough to keep a Gem in line, and any fighter Gems under our command were involved with actual warfare. That wasn’t to say that I had no fighting experience; I was ordered to fight alongside my Quartzes halfway through the war, before the rush job that was the Beta Kindergarten. That was thousands of years ago, however. I needed practice. I needed another sparring session.

I slowed my pace as the entrance to the training bay. Jasper’s fierce shouts made my hands tremble slightly. How embarrassing...I was supposed to be striking fear into her, not the other way around. Unfortunately, the fact of the matter was that Jasper was incredibly intimidating, more specifically, her enthusiasm. I didn’t want a repeat of last time. I bit my lip. If I wanted a chance to spar with Jasper without it becoming a game of chase, I needed to think ahead.

I needed to do something unorthodox.

I reached the training bay entrance, my past excitement being replaced with dread. What I was about to do wasn’t so much risky (hopefully) as it was incredibly cheap. Nevertheless, this would be entertaining. Carefully, I brought out my crook and held it against my body. I then reached for the side of the entrance, fiddling with the control system. I found the light source and turned it off. Immediately, the room side turned pitch black.

“What the hell?” I heard Jasper mutter. Pressing the button to close the door, I quickly ducked inside and was submerged in darkness. I hugged the wall, treading as lightly as Gemly possible. I couldn’t see her, and I wasn’t about to do something as stupid as walking blindly into her. I heard her smack her lips in annoyance. “Tch...what did that runt do?”

“Oh, Peridot had nothing to do with this, I assure you,” I dared to call out. I smirked, amused at my own boldness.

“Zebra Agate?” Jasper grunted, understandably confused. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing,” I cooed. “I just realized that we had some unfinished business.” I could now see the glow of her gem. A beam of orange light began moving this way and that. She was searching for me. I let out a sharp gasp as it nearly landed on my arm. Unfortunately, the noise still gave me away.

“Hmph. Is that right?” Her boots thudded against the floor as she approached. I dashed off to the side as quickly and as quietly as I could. She started snickering. “Are you kidding? You’re not seriously trying to get the drop on me, are you? Wow...you know, that’s pretty cheap.”

I almost laughed. Quickly, I slammed my hand over my mouth as I held back a giggle.

“I prefer to call it strategy,” I shot back. “You do know what strategy is, yes?” She snorted. That got me. I started laughing, and immediately Jasper’s searchlight fell on me. A flash of light told me that she was equipping her crash helmet.

“Tsk,” she scoffed. Thanks to her glowing Gem, I could make out that trademark grin of hers. “Strategy...I’ll show you strategy, Agate.”

“Oh?” I purred. I was right; this was fun, and we hadn’t even traded blows yet. “Come on, then. I give you permission.”

She didn’t need any further coaxing, though I was pleasantly surprised that she’d waited as long as she did. She started sprinting at me. This time, I was ready. Using her light as my guide, I rushed at Jasper. When I felt she was close enough, I swung my crook, the hooked end facing away from her.

TWACK!

The impact was hard; I could feel it through the crook’s handle. Jasper cried out as she staggered to the side, at least from what I could tell. I wasn’t finished. I swung my crook again, this time, swinging it upwards. There was another hard impact, followed by Jasper’s yell. There was a thud; I assumed she fell backwards, as the shine of her Gem was now beneath me.

“Are you alright?” I asked in mild concern. I was expecting Jasper to shoot back that she was fine or something to that effect. However, she remained silent. Jasper’s searchlight began moving; I think she was trying to get up. I’d taken a step back, when suddenly, she growled.

WHAM!

It was now my turn to be thrown off balance. Something hard decked me in the face, and I was sent to the floor before I could even process that I was in pain. My crook flung itself from my hand, clattering against the ground in the darkness.

“Guess your little plan backfired,” Jasper remarked, looming over me as she laughed. Her searchlight shined directly into my face. I narrowed my eyes. I couldn’t let her get the upper hand. Deciding to ignore the pain as best I could, I felt around in the dark for my crook. “Oh, no you don’t.”

Jasper was suddenly on top of me. I began to panic as her hands gripped my wrists, rather tightly, I might add. With a snarl, She forced them to the ground. I brought up my knee and it pressed into her stomach. Now, she couldn’t bring her full weight on me. If she wanted to move my leg, she’d have to release one of my wrists, and judging by her sudden hesitation, I got the feeling that that wasn’t what she planned on doing. It was a very small victory, though. Jasper laughed again. I could barely look at her with her searchlight shining down on me, but I could just make out her form out of the corner of my eye.

“That’s it?” she taunted. “Tch. I was hoping you’d last a bit longer than that.”

“I’m not finished yet,” I insisted, but that only earned me a third laugh. I gritted my teeth in frustration.

“Heh, looks that way to me,” mocked Jasper. She moved one of my wrists, now holding onto both of them with one hand while the other suddenly took hold of my chin. I gasped as my head was turned to face Jasper. I squinted against her searchlight.

“Could you at least turn that down a little…?” I grumbled. I was so glad I’d turned out the lights; to say that I was completely flustered by this was an understatement. My body felt hot, even more so now that Jasper was handling me with such confidence. Her searchlight dimmed, allowing me to finally see the smug satisfaction on her face. She was smirking again, all of her teeth exposed. For a fraction of a second, I actually thought she might bite me.

“I guess I should thank you,” Jasper finally said, much to my confusion.

“...What?”

“I could never do something like this to Yellow Agate. She’d crack my Gem if I even thought of asking her to spar, and she sure as hell isn’t afraid of hurting me.” I frowned at that.

“I’m not Yellow Agate,” I stated firmly. “I don’t want to hurt you. This is supposed to be fun.”

“But what’s fun without a little risk, huh?” There was that purr again. Jasper’s now half-lidded eyes glowed with an almost...primal emotion. I couldn’t describe it, and yet, it allured me. This entire situation was risk incarnate, and dare I say it...I was enjoying myself. The more I thought about it, the more I was beginning to wonder if Jasper was right. Perhaps I was holding myself back.

Maybe it was time to give Jasper what she wanted.

My body began sparking with electricity, flashes of white illuminating. Jasper’s arrogance quickly changed to surprise.

“Be careful what you wish for,” I hummed. In that instant, electric energy shot out from my body and gave Jasper a mighty jolt. Sparks flew as she was launched off of me, shouting in alarm. There was then a cacophony of noise as Jasper crashed into...something.

I got up, not bothering to look for my crook or re-summon it. I followed Jasper’s Gem glow and threw myself down on top of her, straddling her stomach. Jasper’s hands were on me quickly, but I wouldn’t wait and give her the chance to push me off. I began delivering punch after punch, growling as fiercely as I could each time I made contact. Jasper fought back, and before I knew it, we were rolling across the floor, locked in combat as we barreled into the equipment around us. She’d land hits, as would I, but I don’t think either of us really registered the pain. The adrenaline, the chaos...this was all that mattered in that moment.

Then, the lights turned on.

I cried out in discomfort, as did Jasper, and we collapsed in a heap on the floor with me on top of her. Sitting up, I now found my hands resting against the sides of her head, my fingers interwoven in her splayed-out hair. We were both panting heavily, and I’d only just now noticed the feeling of sweat dripping down my bare “skin”. Our eyes were locked, and I couldn’t make out what emotion she was feeling. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, either, but I did know one thing: I hadn’t wanted it to end.

“Er…” I suddenly heard Peridot’s voice. “Am I...interrupting something?”

I looked up, seeing the green Gem standing at the training bay entrance. Her eyes darted from me to Jasper. Remembering myself, I pulled myself off Jasper’s body, as much as it pained me to do so.

“Just a bit of sparring,” I responded quickly, dusting myself off. “Is...everything alright, Peridot?”

“I’d...heard all the noise and I thought maybe an engine had exploded or...something.”

“You should’ve just stayed at the bridge, half-pint,” Jasper grunted, having gotten to her feet herself. Peridot glared at the Quartz.

“Alright, alright,” I said quickly, glancing between the two Gems. “What I think Jasper means is that we appreciate the concern, but things just got a bit...carried away?”

“I can see that,” Peridot commented, her eyes sweeping across the room. I decided to take a look for myself and see what damage we’d done. There was a treadmill that had its lower platform completely smashed. That had to have been what Jasper landed on earlier. I grimaced, knowing that I’d have to explain that in the future. After the treadmill was a mess of barbells and dumbbells that had been knocked over. I think we’d even crashed into the punching bag, as it was still swaying. I was amazed at myself, in all honesty.

Yes, well,” I started. “As you can see, everything is perfectly fine. Well, many not “perfectly”, but you know what I mean. That will be all, Peridot.” I clapped my hands, signalling that it was time for the technician to return to her post.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Peridot hurried off after that, leaving me alone with Jasper once again. By now, I’d caught my breath, and the training bay was now quiet aside from the rhythmic hum of energy flowing through the pipes on the ceiling. Jasper and I turned to each other. She was smiling. One that was quite tame compared to her usual smiles. She looked satisfied, which had me blushing yet again.

“Now that was more like it,” she began, breaking the silence. “I guess I was wrong about you, Zebra. You’re not as rusty as I thought you were. I actually felt a few of those punches, heh.”

“Thank you, Jasper,” I replied with a grin. “And you’re more durable than I thought. Not a lot of gems can take that attack point-blank and still keep their physical form. But, then again, you’re not most Quartzes, are you?”

“Hell no, I’m not.” With her hands on her hips, Jasper stood tall and puffed out her chest. I chuckled softly.

“I’m honored to have gotten a chance to spar with you, then,” I told her. “My Quartzes will be jealous, especially the Amethysts; they absolutely adore you.”

“As they should.”

I’d been preparing myself for some more banter with the Quartz when I’d suddenly remembered why I’d come to the training bay in the first place.

“Stars, I’d completely forgotten,” I mumbled. Jasper glanced as me, a brow raised. “I was going to come and tell you that we’ve nearly entered Earth’s orbit. That was, until all of this…” I gestured at the mess we’d made. “...Happened.”

“About time,” Jasper sneered. She began cracking her knuckles in anticipation. “I needed a warm-up, anyway. When are we landing?”

“Within the hour, according to Peridot. We still have some time to spare. Which gives me an idea…”

“Oh?” Jasper looked at me in interest. I felt bad, because what I was going to suggest was not going to be anything fun.

“I think we should tidy up a bit,” I said. Jasper’s eagerness deflated, a gleam of betrayal and disappointment in her eyes. I covered my mouth as I laughed apologetically. “Come now, let’s not be savages. Besides, someone has to do it. I’ll even make it a game.”

“...?”

“Whoever finishes gets to land the first punch on Rose.”

I’d barely finished the sentence when Jasper sprinted towards the nearest dumbbell.

#steven universe fanfic #su jasper x oc #canon divergent au #steven universe gemsona #omg are we finally getting to ea r t h

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stillchaoticlogic · 4 years

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Stumbling Chapter 2:

Pairing: Raihan X Reader X Leon

Your life hadn’t gone exactly as you planned…

Which is why when an old rival walks into the coffee shop you work at he gives you an offer you just can’t refuse. Finally, a chance at the League. Suddenly you are thrust into the spot light and a world you thought you had left behind. Dreams aren’t always what they are cracked up to be though, especially when you find yourself the tangled up with the champion and a certain gym leader.

Has all your dreams come true?

Or is this your worst nightmare?

Read the First Chapter Here!

I’m Going on an Adventure!

You heave a sigh as you gaze out the window of the coffee shop.

“(NAME)! Are you paying attention?!” You jump before you glance up at your boss. You notice the cup on the counter, picking it up you read the order and get to work making it. The days since Leon graced your with his presence one rainy afternoon have been difficult ones. You’ve gone back and forth on your decision and often wonder if turning it down was such a good idea. Thus, all you have been doing is daydreaming and getting yelled at. You hand off the drink to the customer with a robotic smile.

“Look (Name), I’m going to take a lunch, then you can go when I come back… Just pay attention… I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I’m worried…”

You fix your boss with a puzzled gaze before you send him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine… Just some thoughts…”

He nods in understanding and turns to head into his office for his lunch. He’s a good guy with a sweet family. He’s done a lot for you over the years and you’re grateful to him, but you can’t help but feel trapped. You feel trapped in a life you never wanted and didn’t ask for. You’re bored and you need a challenge. Regret hits you like a freight train and you push the tears back as feelings of hopelessness and fear attack you. All you wanted was an out and you threw it away…

Snapping out of your thoughts you push them away and start to condense the pastries to make room for fresh ones. With the morning rush over you are just biding your time for your own lunch. When your boss, Mr. O’Malley, comes back he hands you an envelope.

“Here… this is addressed to you,” he says with confusion lacing his voice. You’ve never gotten mail here before.

With a furrowed brow you take it from him with a quiet thank you, and open it up. Inside is a letter of endorsement for the League signed by Leon himself.

“You didn’t tell me you know the champion,” says O’Malley as he reads the letter over your shoulder. You whip around to face him and hold the letter to yourself.

“We’re old school mates…”

“I see…”

“Yeah…” you mutter as you avoid his eyes.

“Are you going to go?”

“What?! Go where?”

“The League?”

“NO! Of course not… I have far too much to do… to be responsible for…”

“Will you stop making excuses?” he cuts you off sounding exhasperated.

“Huh?”

“You are wasted here, not that I don’t appreciate you. I do! You’re my best employee… But you and I both know you are destined for something much greater than coffee…”

Gazing at the man in front of you, you feel your eyes well up with tears.

“Hey now… None of that…” he mutters and you just nod before you wipe your eyes. Gazing down at the letter you read over it and feel your chest tighten.

“I have to get ready… I have to leave today if I’m going to make it to the opening ceremony!”

“Go on then!”

You feel your heart swell for the first time in a long time.

“I’m going on an adventure…” You whisper more to yourself, before you untie your apron and rush out the door yelling your thanks as you do.

Your running is cut short by the stitch in your side as you slow to a light jog then a walk.

“Well…. (Name).... You’re not getting to the station if you die first…” you pant as you hold your side.

Yep… definitely not fourteen anymore…. You grumble to yourself as you make your way to your apartment.

Serenity is in front of you in a moment gazing up at you in slight wonder.

“Were going on an adventure,” you say with a smile gazing down at her.

Her eyes filled with happiness as she leaps up into the air before crashing into your arms. You laugh as you hold her before you plop her onto your head and she latches on.

“Come on! We need to get ready! The ceremony is tomorrow!” you rush into your room and start throwing things into your bag. Before you know it your bag is bulging and your not even able to lift it from the ground.

“Maybe… I’ve over packed…”

Serenity just nods her tiny head and gazes up at you from the bed.

“Okay…” you sigh before you start pulling things from your bag and throwing it onto your bed. She lets out a squeak of indignation when you take out one of you dresses and replace it with a raincoat.

“I know! But what if it rains! You know how unpredictable the weather can! And it’s going to be cold at night! I need a blanket! Oh dear… I need a tent! Where the hell am I going to fit a tent into this thing? HOW AM I GOING TO FIT A TENT IN THIS THING?! That’s it… I’m not going…”

Serenity jumps up and twacks you on the head and sends you a tiny glare.

“Right well! Best figure out what I don’t need… No no! The blanket stays you will appreciate me later trust me!”

After battling with yourself and your Hatenna you have finally come to a balanced things to pack ratio.

“There best be a washing machine in the Pokemon center or the world will burn…” you grumble to yourself as you set off on your way to the train station just as the sun sets on the horizon.

You’ve been walking for a couple of hours when you check your watch. The last train leaves in about an hour and despite the fact that you are making good time you aren’t sure if you are going to make it in time at the pace you’re going. Suddenly you hear a low rumble from the bushes next to you. A pair of eyes gleam in the faint moonlight and a moment later out steps a Meowth and then another and then another.

“Oh… Shit…”

Without waiting for an invitation you turn tails and start running, just to get away from the hoard of Meowth now chasing you. You can pretty much hear them cackle behind you as about fifteen of them chase after you down the dirt pathway. Despite your shortness of breath and your racing heart you just keep going. Suddenly, the Pokeball on your hip opens and out pops Serenity with a hard expression on her face. As if your tiny baby is going to take a stand.

“NOPE!” you yelp as you scoop her up from the ground and hike her up on your shoulder. She squeaks in surprise when she sees the sheer amount of Meowth hot on your tail. She suddenly opens her tiny mouth and lets out a shrill cry causing the Meowth to scatter momentarily before renewing their chase.

“OH! What was that?! Do it again!” you cry as you plop her on your head facing her towards her opponents. She continues to hit them with the attack and you notice that some of them have fainted or seem to be turning around. Apparently, when you’re the one getting attacked the chase isn’t as much fun. A moment later, you see the tower of the train station in sight and you heave a sigh of relief when you collapse into a chair in the station.

“It was a hoard of Meowth…” You say to the patrons looking at you as if you are crazy. At your explanation they just nod in abject understanding and go back to their business.

“All aboard the last train to Motostoke station!”

You quickly collect yourself and your exhausted but proud pokemon and rush to the ticket counter. They hurry through the transaction and you rush onto the train. You make it through the doors just as they shut and you heave a sigh of relief as you make your way to a vacant seat.

Serenity plops onto the seat next to you and gazes up at you happily.

“You did amazing out there! How about a treat?” She nods her little head enthusiastically. Pulling out your phone you open up your stats for Serenity.

“Hmmm… Looks like you learned Disarming Voice. That’s amazing! It’s also going to be super helpful in upcoming battles!” She just chirps happily at you before showing you a picture of a piece of cake sitting on the table.

“Of course, first we'll eat cake for dinner!” She thrills happily and ends up bouncing around in her seat

When the train staff comes by to take your order you end up with about three different slices of cake and a couple of pastries. The two of you happily stuff your faces with the cakes and wrap the pastries up for later. Gazing out the window watching the scenery go by in the pale moonlight you feel at peace for the first time in many years.

The next morning it’s the sound of the train whistle that wakes you from your slumber. You fell asleep slumped over in the booth you had claimed last night. Serenity also jumps to attention before relaxing and letting out a long yawn as she gazes around her surroundings.

“Right. Well… Let’s go!”

You gather your things and Serenity jumps up onto the top of your head, her little hat like antenna picking up everything around her. You’re a little surprised she isn’t overwhelmed since she doesn’t like crowds. Then again the amount of people getting off of the overnight train is not nearly as many as it would be during the day. Since it’s so early in the morning you decide to go ahead and register then find a hotel to clean yourself up for the opening ceremony. Walking in the direction of the arena you find it easily enough. It’s just the large centerpiece of the city, you know you can’t miss it. With a deep breath you walk up the stairs and into the stadium. Walking up to the counter you see a young man sorting through some papers before he looks up and greets you.

“How can I help you Ma’am?”

You can’t say your eye didn’t twitch at ‘ma’am’ but you put the thought aside and present your letter. “I’m here to register.”

He looks down at the letter and squints.

“The...Champion is endorsing you?”

You can tell he doesn’t believe you.

“Yes… He is.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to check on some...things… hold on one moment please.”

“Oh dear…” you grumble to yourself and pull out the pastry from last night and take a bite. You pull off a piece and hand it to Serenity who is still scouting the area from your head. She happily takes the offered piece and begins to munch on it. You pull a napkin from your bag and go to wipe the crumbs away when you notice numbers written on it.

“Oh… you cheeky little bugger..” you say as you glance up at the Hatenna on your head.

“So sneaky… but so smart…” you mumble to yourself before you pull out your phone and dial the number.

“Ma’am I’m afraid until the Champion gets here for us to confirm the validity, we cannot accept this as proof of-” You hold up your hand and indicate the phone in your hand.

A moment later a sleepy voice answers the phone.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Leon! It’s (Name), I’ve run into a bit of a problem… Registration doesn’t seem to want to accept the letter.”

“What? Why?” he asks in sleepy confusion, but the declaration seems to have woken him up a little bit more.

“They don’t believe it’s real…” you grumble with a sigh.

Serenity pats your arm and indicates the uneaten pastry in your hand. You take one more bite before you hand the rest of it to her.

“Don’t worry… I’ll take care of it, just head to the Budew Drop Inn. I’ll call ahead and make sure they have a room for you.”

“Thanks Leon! I owe you one!” you chirp before you turn to the flabbergasted League employee behind the counter. You send him a Cheshire grin and wave before you turn away from the counter.

You hear Leon’s signature laugh, “You sure do! Just make sure that you make it to the finals, that’ll be my payment okay?”

“You got it!”

“Hey (NickName)...”

“Uhh… yeah?” you ask stopping at his tone of voice and the name you haven’t heard in years.

“I’m just really happy that you decided to compete. I know you’re going to do great things.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes and you blink them away, “Me too…” you whisper back before you bid him goodbye and head out the door into the morning sunlight. It doesn’t take you long to find your way to the inn and when you get there you notice the employees seem to be scrambling for something.

“You must be (Name)! Champion Leon called and stated there has been a hold up with your League entrance paperwork, but he’s working on it. Until then, we’ve been instructed to make sure you have a room so you can get freshened up for the opening ceremony.”

“Thank you,” you say with a grateful smile.

“Of course! Follow me!” you follow along after the staff member through the hallways until you get to a room. She hands you the key and you let yourself in thanking her again in the process.

You throw yourself down on the bed and look up at the ceiling.

“I can’t believe this is happening…”

Serenity chirps at you before she too flopped back onto the bed.

“I know… This is just the beginning and we’re going to be amazing.”

After a few minutes of rest you haul yourself up from the bed and head into the shower. Once you are clean you put on some clean clothes and start sorting out your hair and makeup. You’re almost done putting the finishing touches on your hair when there is a knock on your door. You rush over to see who it is then open up the door. Leon is standing on the other side.

“Getting ready?” he asks as you move to the side for him to come in.

“Yeah I’m almost done.”

“Good good… I’ve got everything squared away with your entrance paperwork. Here, this is for you!” He hands over the necessary things you’ll need for the league.

“Thanks,” you say as you begin sorting through all the necessary paperwork and badge holder.

“Also! Hand me your phone and I’ll get your dex set up for you.”

“You know how to do that?”

“Sonia told me how, she says she’ll catch up with you soon though. She misses you.”

You look up into his eyes, “Well I can’t wait to see her again, it’s been far too long. How is she?”

“She’s helping her gran out with research, so she’s been pretty busy lately.”

“Oh, I bet it makes it hard for you two to see each other huh? With you both being so busy?”

“I mean yeah… but that’s life I guess?” He says with a shrug as he concentrates on the device in his hand. He pulls out his own phone and pulls up a code that he enters before the Pokedex springs to life on your own phone. He gives a nod before he hands it back to you.

“Thanks… you know… for everything… I wasn’t the nicest to you that day…”

“Well… You’ve never really been the nicest to me…”

You look up in shock, “Oh hush!” you say as you go to smack his arm, he lets out a loud laugh and dodges you.

“You’ll have to be faster than that to beat the champion!” he exclaims as he ducks down, barely dodging the pillow you are now trying to assault him with.

“I’ll show you ‘not nice!’” you exclaim.

He grabs one of the other pillows and the two of you end up duking it out via fluffy madness, Serenity jumping about on the bed chirping happily at the two of you. After a few minutes, you both collapsed onto the bed in laughter throwing the pillows to the side.

“I needed that…” you wheeze out in between breaths.

“You’re going to do great…”

“What if I don’t?” you ask in a small voice.

He lifts himself up onto one arm so he can look down into your eyes.

“You’re way stronger than you think you are…”

You just nod unable to speak before you grasp the pillow and bury your face in it. He pulls you into a hug as you attempt to roll away from him.

“No Leon! If you hug me it will only make it worse!”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll just want to cry more!”

He lets out a laugh but lets go of you, “At some point you’re going to have to stop crying every time you see me…”

“Shut up! It’s your fault! Plus I’m dealing with a whole decade of buried emotions it’s a lot, okay? Being a woman is a lot!”

You both just end up laughing at your outburst, once you’ve calmed down you go to fix your hair and make up again. You’re a little surprised when Leon just continues to lounge on your bed and play with Serenity.

“I don’t remember you having a Hatenna when we were younger… What happened to…”

“She’s with Mom and Dad… I didn’t really have the space to keep her and now she just enjoys lounging around.”

“I see…”

“Have you thought about your team?”

You look at him through the mirror as you fix your hair.

“I have a few thoughts…”

“None that you’re willing to share?” He asks with a sly smile.

You just shrug in reply, “I can’t reveal all my secrets…”

“Of course not…”

“Not even one?”

“Don’t you have official League things to do?”

“Bothering my sponsor is my official League thing right now.”

“You’re impossible…”

“I’m The Unbeatable Champion!”

“So now you’re The Impossible Champion!” you chirp with sarcastic happiness.

You see him slowly go to reach for the pillow again and, “Don’t you dare! I do NOT have time to redo my hair...AGAIN.”

He sends you an innocent smile as he holds up his hands in mock surrender. You just send him a look and go back to fixing your makeup.

When you are finished the two of you head out of the inn and back to the stadium. Now, especially with Leon by your side, the amount of people looking at you and acknowledging you is overwhelming.

“Oh! You need a uniform! I’ll be right back!” you watch as he jogs off without waiting for a reply. A moment later you are approached by a reporter and cameraman.

“Excuse me… Do you have a moment to answer a few questions?”

“Umm… not at the moment… I need to get ready for the ceremony.”

A look of surprise crosses her features, “Oh? You’re a competitor? Are you the sponsor that Champion Leon is endorsing?”

“Yes, I am… and I’m afraid I have much to do before the ceremony… If you’ll excuse me…”

You practically run away from the reporter and practically into Leon. He steadies you before he hands you the uniform.

“Whoa! Slow down! Here take this and head to the locker room! I have to go take my place, I’ll see you afterwards though?”

You just nod in bewilderment and take the offered uniform. You know this is something you’re going to have to get used to, especially if you are going to be at all associated with Leon. Vaguely you wonder to yourself if you’ve made the right decision after all… especially with the way that reporter is eyeing you like her next meal.

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Hey everyone! I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed and subscribed! I'm excited about this and I'm hoping to have the next chapter out soon! Raihan will be in that one! Who is ready for Dragon Boy? Me tooooo! I hope you enjoyed your Leon moment! Please review and tell me your thoughts!

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thepartyresponsible · 5 years

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here’s another whumptober fic, for the prompt gunpoint. here’s what happens when someone tries to mug bruce banner and clint barton objects.

there’s a bit of violence, but mostly this one is just sweet.

Anyone else on the team would’ve identified the threat before the man got within reaching distance. If any other Avenger were out here, this would-be mugger would’ve been tossed flat on his back before he even went for his gun.

But it’s Bruce, and he’s alone, so he isn’t even really monitoring the man’s approach until the gun is pointed directly at him and the guy is demanding Bruce’s wallet.

“Wow,” Bruce says. “Uh. Listen. You’ve made a bit of a tactical error.”

“Oh, did I, asshole?” The man thunks the front part of the gun between Bruce’s eyes, and Bruce can’t even remember what it’s called for a moment.

Barrel, he thinks. But no, that’s not precise enough.

Muzzle, he decides, a half-second later. Well, he’s always been better at vocabulary than self-preservation.

“Your wallet,” the man repeats. The metal is almost warm, and Bruce grimaces at the idea that it’s been shoved down the front of this guy’s pants. “Hey, shithead. Give me your fucking wallet.”

“I don’t have one,” Bruce says. Which is a ludicrous thing to say, but he really doesn’t. He doesn’t carry his ID anymore, and he got sick of cancelling credit cards after the fifth time the Hulk’s casual approach to public nudity had left the contents of his wallet scattered over a random street in some city he could never go back to.

All of that stuff – his ID, his credit cards, his cash – is back in the bar, with Tony.

But before Bruce can elucidate the finer points of his personal financial situation, the mugger seems to run low on his already limited supply of patience.

“Bullshit,” he says, and pistol-whips Bruce across the face like this is some kind of terrible TV police procedural.

“Hey,” Bruce says. He works his jaw; he can taste blood in his mouth. “First of all, I really need you to not do that again. This whole block needs you to not do that again. The entire city needs you to exercise some self--”

The guy does it again, but Bruce manages to duck out of the way this time.

“Jesus,” Bruce says. “Stop it.”

The man grabs the front of Bruce’s shirt and drags him farther up the alley, behind the dive bar that Tony wanted to visit because allegedly Daredevil hangs around sometimes, and Bruce honestly cannot believe that this is happening. He’s about to Hulk out because some bully in Hell’s Kitchen made a series of unsound strategic decisions, and Daredevil is absolutely going to show up, but it’s going to be to help dig out survivors.

“Listen,” the man says. In another life, Bruce would be scared of him. He’s bigger than Bruce, taller and heavier, and he’s meaner. His breath smells strongly of cheap whiskey, and it mixes unpleasantly with the taste of blood still coating Bruce’s tongue.

“Hey,” Bruce says. He can feel the Hulk stirring, all that reflexive anger like bloody bait calling a shark. “Hey, stop. Listen. You’ve gotta stop.”

“Give me,” the man says, crowding forward, hand closing around Bruce’s throat, “your fucking wallet.”

And Bruce can see, in a second, how this is going to play out. He’s going to say he doesn’t have a wallet, or the mugger’s going to check his pockets, and maybe he’ll be appeased by the phone Tony gave him, but maybe he won’t. And either way, he’s probably going to hit Bruce again, and Bruce won’t be able to stop the reaction, won’t be able to hold the Hulk back, and it’s just Tony and Clint and Steve in the bar, no Thor who can almost counter him.

He’s going to wreck Hell’s Kitchen. He’s going to get people killed.

Again. It’s going to happen again.

“I don’t,” Bruce says, closing his eyes, feeling green spreading in his blood, vining up from his throat, where that man’s hand is crushing in. “I don’t have--”

There’s a sudden shift of movement, a yelp, and then a shout that’s cut off sharp with a heavy, meaty twack. When Bruce blinks his eyes open, the mugger is on the ground, stunned, blood already streaming from a badly broken nose, and Clint Barton is standing over him, looking baffled and incredulous.

“Are you kidding?” Clint asks the unconscious man lying sprawled on the pavement. “We’re trying to have a nice Thursday night, and you gotta be an asshole? It’s not even a weekend. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Bruce clears his throat and then takes a few quick steps away, dragging some deep breaths into his lungs. The Hulk fades, a once-clear signal dimming toward static, and Bruce rubs at his face, closes his eyes.

“Thanks,” he says. “Sorry.”

“What’re you sorry for?” Clint asks. He draws up beside Bruce and sends him a curious sideways look. He has the mugger’s gun in his hands, and he’s taking it apart. Releasing the magazine, pulling back the slide to check the chamber.

Bruce thinks it’s incredibly obnoxious that all of his gun vocabulary is returning now that he no longer needs it.

“I don’t know,” he says, with a shrug. “I’m an Avenger. I almost got mugged behind a dive bar in Hell’s Kitchen. It’s embarrassing.”

Clint grins at him. His smile is wide and friendly, and he’s looking at Bruce like he’s endearing instead of pathetic. “I got mugged in Bed-Stuy once,” he confides. “No shit. Two blocks from home.”

Bruce stares at him. “I don’t--- I don’t actually believe you.”

But Clint just grins wider. “I did,” he says. “Kid with a letter opener. She looked pretty hungry, you know? And, anyway, you gotta file a report if you get into a fight with civilians. So I gave her my wallet.”

Bruce tries to decide if he even wants to get into the difference between I chose to let a teenager with a letter opener have my money and I couldn’t stop a drunk from nearly setting off the Hulk and breaking Hell’s Kitchen. He’s still working through that particular dilemma when Clint sighs, almost wistful, and tucks the disarmed gun into the small of his back, flashing the lower half of a set of unnecessarily distracting abs as he does so.

“I had a loyalty card in that wallet,” he says. “I was halfway to a free pizza.”

Bruce blinks at him. “I’ll buy you a pizza,” he says.

Clint’s eyebrows pull together. The wattage of the smile that follows could light Manhattan for months. “Yeah?”

“I mean,” Bruce says, gesturing back toward the still-unconscious mugger lying on the ground. “I feel like I owe you one.”

“Oh,” Clint says. The smile dims. “I thought you meant— well.”

Bruce raises his eyebrows. “Meant what?”

Clint clears his throat. There is, Bruce is startled to find, an actual, honest-to-God blush settling over the arch of his cheekbones. “Nothing,” he says, fast. And then, just as fast, like he has to rush to beat the end of his courage. “I thought you meant a date. With me. A pizza date.”

Bruce’s mouth falls open.

Farther up the alley, the mugger groans and then rolls over. A second late, he vomits blood all over the pavement.

“Oh, come on,” Clint says, turning to face him. “You’re the absolute worst thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m trying—we’re trying – to have a romantic moment, and you gotta do that? I mean, first you try to mug the Hulk, and then you literally puke blood when I finally--”

“Yes,” Bruce says, possibly at a bit of an ill-timed moment. “I mean,” he amends, when Clint swivels his way, “yes to everything you’re saying. I agree on every point. And, also, yes to the date. The one with pizza. The—yes. What you mentioned. Yes.”

That blinding sunshiney grin makes a sudden re-appearance. Clint beams at him. “Really?” he asks, like he doesn’t know he’s the Amazing Hawkeye. Like he doesn’t know he’s funny and kind and always the first one to notice whenever any of them is in any kind of trouble. Like he has never once had an opportunity to look in a single reflective surface.

“Yes,” Bruce says. The mugger makes an awful retching sound, and Bruce grimaces. “In fact, maybe we should go right now.”

#whumptober2019 #no. 5 #writing #fic

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a-vamp-and-a-half · 4 years

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Stars already start glittering upon the darkening sky, the lack of city lights so far out in the forest always giving the possibility of a peek at the horizon beyond. They’re sitting in the living room, Sia laughing at something someone said when another twack can be heard outside by the door “What on earth? But it’s so late” Sia frowns, watching one of them go get it. There was indeed a letter stuck to the wall, seemingly hastily tied and crinkly from clear tear-stains, and addressed to Sia

Bing leans forward. “You think those are good tears?” he says hopefully.

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tarotdeckshuffle · 5 years

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I really like the paintball idea/ask... Could you create a Nyx x reader fix out of it? Like s/o and Nyx are a team and they show absolutely no fucking mercy? No-holds-barred!!! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

If you’re wondering what ask they’re talking about, you can find it here.

I have gone paintballing exactly one time in my life lol, but I’ll try!

After some of the angsty Nyx written here recently, let’s have some fun Nyx!

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Pride and Paintball

“Do you ever see someone and wonder what’s going on in their head?” Nyx asked through a mouth full of sandwich. He sat next to you on the edge of a building.

“Nope,” you answered, pinpointing your target in the sight. “But I do know what’s about to go on the outside of their head.”

TWACK!

Tredd’s helmet and the hair that stuck out of it, were painted orange. You heard intermittent cursing on the wind from below as he left his hiding place with his hands raised.

“Nice!” Nyx commented, inhaling the last of his lunch. You stood, basking in your short victory and smiling over at your teammate. It felt extra rewarding because you hit the asshole in his stupidly dyed hair. He’d see the orange mark and soon know who did it. You only wished you could witness that moment.

The sniper rifle held before you looked like the honor child of steampunk and gothic cannons, but one that decided to be a pacifist. Sure, the thing only shot paintballs, but it did so incredibly well.

“Now let’s leave before my hair is dyed, too.”Nyx flipped on his helmet and grabbed you before warping off.

It was the Glaives yearly training exercise: a no holds barred paintball fight across the entirety of Insomnia. Only one team could win.

The competition had been going on for years. It was meant to test the soldiers’ stealth, ruthlessness, stamina, and resourcefulness. It did. But it was also immensely fun.

The rules were supposed to be simple:Teams were formed of two to three members. The competition could be run over all of Insomnia until only one team was left standing. You were out if you got hit or you hit a bystander.

Over the years, the Glaives had made it into a more elaborate competition, creating new weapons and rewards for whoever won.

One innovation was that each team was assigned a color of paintball. The idea was that it would be easily determinable who shot a bystander. It turned into a pride marker and a chance for sabotage.

Now, everyone knew who got them out. But paintballs could be stolen. There were cases of bystanders getting hit by someone using the wrong color paintball and teammates eliminating each other by using different colors.

But that’s what the Glaives were all about, right? Sabotage and savagery.

You and Nyx had chosen each other for your team as soon as the event was announced, smiling as Libertus and Crowe had to team up. Libertus complained about the pairing loudest, but you felt worse for Crowe.

Each team had a unique color of paintballs; yours was fluorescent orange. Both you and Nyx laughed your immature asses off when Tredd got blue paintballs.

Today was the first day of the exercise. Nyx was throwing shade at the other Glaives by bringing a picnic for lunch. It was in a cute little basket with a tablecloth and everything. You were sort of excited for all of the food, but your dearest had something better in the basket: your new sniper rifle. Sure, there were a few dry sandwiches, too, but your new toy came apart and fit beautifully into the square basket.

The day had been spent warping between rooftops. You took out opponents one by one with from afar, while Nyx either closed in for the “kill” or watched your back. Everything had been easy going so far, but that was about to change.

Now, the two of you were pressed together in the shadows of a gargoyle. Two teams were duking it out on the street below you and you didn’t want to draw their attention. But the wind had other plans.

A single crimson paintball caught on a gust, altering its course to splatter on your stone guardian. Red paint dripped from its granite teeth. Both you and Nyx looked at each other, shocked at how close disqualification had come. Yelling in the street below drew your attention.

The culprit of the rogue shot was staring up at the two of you, yelling to the other teams and pointing you out.

“Looks like the jig’s up, Bonnie,” Nyx said in a horrible mafia accent. He smiled wickedly at you as he summoned a paintball gun.

“Then let’s go out in a blaze, Clyde,” you responded, mirroring his wicked lust for competition. You summoned two paintball pistols, determined to look cool if you went out.

Nyx threw the short rifle towards the ground. Just before it could collide with the pavement, he warped to it and spun to unload orange fury on the nearest opposing Glaives. Two opponents’ chests looked like a field of poppies had bloomed from their hearts as they fell backwards, soon to be covered in bruises.

You were far more exact with your targets. You threw one pistol into the air far to your left and above the opposing teams, warping to it as it still hung midair. A single shot from above is all that it took to exact orange justice upon the unsuspecting Glaive below. They bent over as the paint bloomed on their helmet.

Your second pistol flew from your hand and to the right as you warped in the opposite direction, regaining height and changing position. A new target’s time was limited, they just didn’t know it yet. They were raising a gun at you but your vengeance was swift. Their gloves were stained orange as you disarmed and disqualified them.

Soon after landing, you and Nyx stood back to back, prepared to defend your love and prowess from the remaining two Glaives.

“C’mon, Hero! Why haven’t you taken them out yet?” You were only half jesting with Nyx.

“Cause I’m out…” he stated bluntly, holding up the empty auger of his gun.

You sighed in exasperation. The Glaives smiled at each other as they closed in on you, new allies against the reigning champs.

“Then get good, scrubs!” You yelled, throwing one pistol high and behind you.

Nyx caught it and you simultaneously spun, using the advancing Glaives as a canvas for the paint. It was a complete “slaughter” in the street.

Silence fell as only you and Nyx remained standing…

Before laughter and applause came from the “fallen” Glaives. You were congratulated on a blitz attack with claps on the back and good natured jokes before they made their way back to base.

“Really?! ‘Get good, scrubs?! You thought that was cool?” Nyx poked at you, laughing heartily as he started to reload his rifle.

“You’re included in that, mister.” You pointed your pistol at him for emphasis. “Learn to aim!”

The rest of the afternoon passed with little more action.

The day was drawing to an end. Two teams had come out on top, eating through the other teams with ease. Insomnia had become a jungle, one with only four tigers.

You and Nyx had no idea who the other team was. They had kept their helmets on and stayed silent the whole day. It appeared that they hadn’t fired a single shot! No one knew what color their paintballs were or how they had been hiding so well all day.

A full moon lit the skyline as the rest of Insomnia slept. Nyx stood with one foot on the edge of an old apartment building as you sat by the water tower, cleaning your sniper rifle.

He looked down into the city. “I don’t know, Libertus wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut if he was still in the game…” You zoned out as he talked through who he thought was the other remaining team.

You continued to wipe the paint off of the barrel of your gun as a strong wind brushed your hair. It felt pleasantly warm in the cold night, making the leaves on the roof dance in the swirls like tiny tornadoes.

…Tornadoes.

Your eyes grew wide with terror as you realized why.

“NYX! GET DOWN!” You chucked your rifle towards him, warping to it to tackle him off of the roof as a shower of pink paintballs fell from the sky onto where he had just been standing.

You were on top of your love as you fell through the air. You looked at each other, nodding as you understood the plan without a word passing between your lips. In an instant, you had both warped in different directions, disappearing into the night.

From the shadows of a church spire, you watched your past hideout. Two Glaives appeared, one slender and the other larger. They looked around, stupefied as to where you had gone. The slender one hit the shoulder of the larger one, seemingly in frustration. The larger of the two shrugged and was waived off. It had to be Crowe and Libertus.

You thought threw their plan. It was amazing! No one had known what color their paintballs were because they hadn’t been using them! Crowe had been using magic to divert the path of everyone else’s paintballs! It was her magic you saw on the roof! She must have used it to delay and divert Libertus’s shots to land directly on you!

And you were now going head to head with this genius.

With no idea where your boyfriend was.

And very few paintballs left.

Great.

The sun was beginning to rise and you still hadn’t formed a plan. You wandered from shadow to shadow, running from your friends, half hoping you’d find Nyx. But you were a Glaive and so were they. You were all too good to be found.

It was only a matter of time before Nyx did something dramatic to try to find you, likely drawing everyone out in the process. He’d be taken out, by Crowe, in a matter of moments. If you tried to find them, you’d likely be successful. Then it’d be two on one and they (Crowe) would have you down in an instant.

You paced, trying to figure out what to do next. You were going through all of the Glaive training you had ever had, hoping to find a plan no one else would think of, when it struck you: The solution was to not be a Glaive for a moment.

There was a large, open park just outside of the Citadel. It was meant as a strategic defense for the castle, allowing it to tower over any intruders. For you, it meant snipers couldn’t snipe.

In full Glaive garb, you bought yourself a doughnut and coffee and plopped down on a bench in the middle of the open field. Passersby took pictures of a “real Glaive”. You took your time to enjoy your breakfast while you waited for Libertus and Crowe.

It didn’t take long. Libertus approached from in front of you. His mask was off and he was empty handed. You licked the frosting off of your fingers as he reached you.

“Alright, I give. What do you want?” His hand was on his hip as he surveyed you.

“Fight me,” you replied matter of factually.

Libertus blinked in surprise at you for a moment.

“What?”

“Fight me.” You sat on the bench still, looking up at Libertus like a young child.

“I know what you said, but…what?” He was royally confused now. You were making the Glaive short circuit.

You stood to face him. “This is a trap.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m counting on that.”

“Good.”

“So, where’s Nyx?” The corner of Libertus’s lip curled into a smile. He thought he had you.

“Hiding. And I know where. But I’m not going to tell you, but I definitely know where he is.” Sure, you were bluffing, but did Libertus believe that you were bluffing?

“Riiight…You’re bluffing.” His eyes narrowed at you, trying to figure you out.

“Am I? Or am I pretending that I’m bluffing? Bluffing about bluffing, if you will.”

“I don’t think so…”Still eyeing you suspiciously, he moved, ready to summon his weapon against you.

“Typical, you’re ready to fight because you can’t keep up with banter.” You acted exasperated, but your eyes darted around. Crowe was nowhere to be seen.

Libertus didn’t buy into your stall tactics. He summoned a fully loaded paintball rifle with a war cry. You simultaneously began to summon your weapon, but you knew you were behind him. He was raising the rifle and closing in on the trigger in what felt like slow motion.

When the side of his face erupted in orange. You must still have been in a time bubble, as you watched his face contort as the hard paintballs collided with the skin of his cheeks and hair.

Nyx had been watching you from a distant vantage point when he saw Libertus approach. Fearing for you, or demanding to be the hero (who could tell) he had begun to stealthy move towards you, warping at the last possible moment to take out Libertus.

“I can be your hero baby…” Nyx was singing he moved towards you, moving his hips to his own beat and smiling. He got to you, putting his face less than an inch from yours. “Made you love me!” He winked.

You could feel his breath on your lips as you retorted, “I was counting on it.”

A glint caught your eyes. It was now!

You fully summoned your weapon: the sniper rifle.

Using your free hand, you grabbed Nyx’s shoulder and spun him around. He was caught by surprise, having expected a kiss, and looked like a deer in the headlights. The image was made whole by a very angry Crowe striding towards you, firing off round after round while watching you down the sights.

Using Nyx as a human shield, you knelt and aimed your rifled past his hip. You let a round fly, only to have it stopped by what appeared to be a wall of wind before Crowe. The paintball was swirled in a circle around her before being flung away.

But there had to be an opening. There always was.

You took aim with another paintball, letting it fly. It took what felt like an eternity, but it connected…With the barrel of Crowe’s rifle.

“Does that even count?” You heard Nyx sputter above you.

But it didn’t matter. As Crowe tried to fire, again, her gun jammed. The barrel had too much paint in it.

She paused just long enough, letting her eyes slip from you to her gun. That was what you had hoped for.

You threw the sniper rifle. She dodged it, expecting you to warp to it. But this time you ran. You ran straight into her and smashed a handkerchief full of paintballs on her arm.

Her arm had a great orange blob on it, while you were spotless.

You had won.

For a moment, the world was quiet as realization set into everyone around.

“Damn! Nice job!” Libertus boomed, already laughing at the situation. A black eye was forming on his face.

You turned to see Nyx absolutely covered in pink paint. The amount on his face made him look like a circus clown.

Crowe laughed and congratulated you, promising to buy you a drink for that later.

“You used me!” Nyx shouted accusingly. You simply smiled and wiped pink paint from his lips.

“I love you, honey,” you cooed, closing in for a kiss.

“Don’t you honey, me! I’m…” but the rest of his protest was muffled by your lips.

~Epilogue~

Your victory earned the respect of all of the Glaives. Officially, you and Nyx won a week of paid vacation. Unofficially, you won the pot of money everyone had contributed to.

Your hero was still mad at you. You had relied on him to come save you, then used him. You promised to make it up to him by letting him use you on your upcoming vacation. ;)

#ffxv #nyx x reader #nyx #nyx ulric #final fantasy #paintball #fanfic #asks #final fantasy kingsglaive #KINGSGLAIVE #final fantasy xv

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not-close-to-straight · 5 years

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Boundaries (SWS #66)

My favorite thing about Spideypool is their unorthodox awkward TMI communication skills, so have some fluffy and funny relationship negotiations and enough sweetness and supportive Spideypool feels to rot your teeth.

Also, I know it’s not Sunday, but I wanted you guys to have something to read while I am out of town!

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In the beginning, Peter had lots of boundaries and Wade had exactly zero, which meant they had to have The Talk no less than two dozen times as Wade inevitably blundered over a boundary and Peter learned to speak up and communicate before things took a turn for the worse. .

“Okay, you have got to ask before just taking my mask off.” Peter scowled at Wade and yanked his mask back over his face. “This is my identity, Wade. Someone showing up and snatching it off isn’t just sort of scary, but also a...” he hesitated. “Well, it’s a little violating to be honest. You wouldn’t run up and rip my shirt off, don’t do it to my mask.”

“Noted and noted.” Wade held both hands up apologetically. “It won’t happen again, Spidey-babe. Very sorry.”

“Thank you.” Peter lifted his mask up to his nose before standing up on tip toes to press a very light kiss to Wade’s mouth. “I appreciate it.”

“Ain’t no thang, pumpkin doodle.” Wade pulled Peter back for a longer kiss, a goofy smile on his face because yay he got to kiss Spidey. “For the record, you can always take my mask off anytime you want. Just be prepared for the mess you find under it. “

“Noted and noted.” Peter repeated, and then softer, “You’re not a mess, Wade.”

“Let’s agree to disagree on that.”

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Around their four or five month mark, Peter had less boundaries but still some boundaries and Wade still had exactly zero and they had a rather impromptu but apparently needed Talk at about three am one night.

“Pete!” Wade yelped when Peter lashed out and kicked him, sending him through the bedroom hall, the hallway and through the living room wall to crash into the couch.

“Wade!” Peter jumped off the bed and darted over to where Wade was coughing up drywall. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. You just startled me!”

“Oh you were startled.” Wade blinked up at him from the floor. “You were startled? I was trying to give you a good night kiss and you Spidey kicked my ass through three different walls! YOU’RE STARTLED!?!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Peter brushed the debris from Wade’s chest. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to be there when I rolled over. You can’t just sneak into my bed, you have got to tell me you’re there.”

“How did you not know I was there?” Wade pointed out with a huff. “Last week you twacked out for a whole hour because you knew there was a mouse in the apartment and your Spidey sense wouldn’t calm the hell down. How does two hundred pounds of sexy spandex climb in bed and you don’t even stop snoring?”

“Its um--” Peter blushed and Wade cocked his head curiously.

“Pete?”

“It’s um--” Peter scratched at his hair sheepishly. “My Spidey sense doesn’t work around you, Wade.”

“....what does that mean?”

“It means... well it means that everyone else in this city sets it off somehow.” Peter was blushing harder now and Wade really thought he’d melt watching it. “Even Aunt May, because I worry about her? I am aware of everyone all the time and it pulls my attention everywhere but with you that’s not what happens.”

“....keep talking.” Wade shook the last of the dust off. “What does that mean?”

“It means that when you’re with me, I’m completely calm.” Peter finally finished. “I’m not worried, I’m not anxious, I don’t even have to think about what I’m doing because you’re there. I didn’t feel you climb in bed with me because it just- it just is fine.”

“And then you woke up--”

“And panicked because someone was next to me.” Peter’s smile was beyond embarrassed. “I realized it was you right away but I’d already kicked you. I’m real sorry babe.”

“For the record, it’s fucking adorable that I don’t set off your weird Spidey alarms.” Wade tugged Peter close and kissed his head. “But from now on, I’ll make sure I text you before I come over.”

“Thank you.”

“Also, I want it written down that never once have I kicked you out of bed, while you literally kicked me out of the room. As of right now, I am winning in the relationship stuff.”

“Oh my god.”

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At almost a year in Peter had even less boundaries and Wade still had exactly zero, so they only had The Talk about about less important things, usually over snacks and soda, usually curled up together on Wade’s couch after patrol.

“Bondage?” Wade asked and Peter thought for a moment before replying, “Yes, but I don’t want to be blindfolded. It sorta sends everything else in to overdrive and it might be fun for other people? But Spidey senses on overdrive is just migraines and anxiety for me.”

“Fair.” Wade put most of a corn dog into his mouth, and when he saw Peter watching, tore it off with a growl that made Peter shriek and cover his crotch.

“NO TEETH!” Peter announced and once Wade stopped cackling over Peter’s expression, the merc added, “I’m fine with teeth as long as its not on my Jolly Roger. Bite me the fuck up, baby boy.”

“Your Jolly Roger?” Peter started to ask and then promptly changed his mind. “Scratch that. Okay, what about labels? Are we dating? I’m okay with being called boyfriend but I don’t want you to get all possessive and jealous about it.”

“Whatevs baby boy.” Wade shrugged. “We don’t have to label if you don’t want to, just let me know how you want to handle it. How do you feel about horror movies?”

“Anything but spiders.” Peter said promptly. “I don’t like seeing my people portrayed like that on the big screen.”

Wade laughed until he about cried and The Talk derailed spectacularly when Peter jumped over to shut him up and they ended up wrestling and then making out and then...

Well anyway, The Talk derailed.

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By their two year anniversary, Peter had exactly zero boundaries and Wade had exactly one and it came up one night very unexpectedly, their first Talk they’d had in months.

Wade had been home for all of six hours from a mission he didn’t really want to talk about so they had done the thing where they didn’t have to talk and Peter was about two minutes from losing his damn mind because honestly, how could he need Wade this much when they’d only been apart for a week and--

“Pete, Pete, stop.” Wade broke away from their kiss and Peter let him go in surprise. “Just stop alright, I need a minute.”

“Baby?” Peter sat up slowly on the bed, making a half hearted attempt to fit his jeans back up on his hips. “Everything alright?”

“You um--” Wade closed his eyes for a second. “You never tell me no.”

“I never tell you no.” Peter repeated. “Okay. That’s-- okay. Should I be telling you no?”

“Yes.” Wade nodded vehemently and Peter tried very hard not to look quite so fucking confused. “Yes Pete, you should be telling no.”

“Okay.” he said slowly. “But like... when? When do you want me to tell you no, babe?”

“Anytime you want.”

“Anytime I--”

“You never tell me no!” Wade’s voice rose. “Last week I snatched you off the street and into an alley and fucked you up against a fire escape!”

“And you... you want me to say no to that next time.” Peter was still lost, spreading his hands helplessly. “I don’t think I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You just never really say anything either way.” Wade looked just as frustrated as Peter felt. “You don’t say no, you don’t say yes. I need to know that you want things, Pete. Because if you don’t say anything then I don’t know, and that’s not good. I need to know.”

“You need to know that I want things.” Peter thought over Wade’s words for a minute, then his voice went very very soft when he asked, “You want me to know that I can say no to you, you mean?”

Wade nodded.

“And I don’t ever say no.” Peter continued. “But I don’t ever really come right out and say yes to things either.”

“My fault.” Wade interrupted. “Because I should ask and I don’t.”

Silence in the bedroom for a minute and then Peter-- “I’m only gonna ask once because I know you don’t want to talk about it, but just nod yes or no for me. Does this have something to do with what happened on your mission?”

Wade nodded, just once and Peter tucked away the questions and the fear and the anger that was suddenly threatening to choke him and said very simply, “I will always tell you yes, Wade. And when I need to, I’ll tell you no. But I promise you’ll always know, alright?”

Wade pulled him back into his arms and they curled up close together, the urgency of their moment before lost behind the seriousness of this particular boundary.

“Thank you.”

*********************

Peter had zero boundaries these days and Wade only had the one so when Wade opened Peter’s window and hauled himself in from the fire escape, he didn’t bother waking Peter up to let him know he was there, he just slid under the covers and gathered his boyfriend close.

Peter had zero boundaries now and Wade only had the one, so the wall crawler didn’t even blink when he felt Wade’s hands at his waist and then pushing his sleep pants down so they could be naked, their legs tangling and thighs rubbing.

Peter had zero boundaries these days but Wade still had the one, so he budged up tight to Peter’s back and whispered, “Pete, is this okay?” as his fingers started to trail down further, his own cock hardening against that ridiculously plump rear.

And Peter rolled over until they were nose to nose, crushing a sweet, hungry kiss to Wade’s mouth and making sure Wade could see the truth in his eyes as he whispered back, “Yes, Wade, the answer is always yes.”

“But it can be--”

“I know it can be.” Peter kissed him again, long and slow and as loving as he possibly could, soothing the hurt that Wade still carried inside him as a secret. “But the answer is yes.”

“I love you.”

“Wade--” Peter arched his back at that first touch, at the first hint of pressure and the feel of Wade against him. “Wade, I love you.”

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