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Saigenos + Mafia AU + angst = 💯

What if Genos was kidnapped by some rival gang? They send a ransom letter and everyone debates what to do. Until Saitama crumps the paper and says he will go alone, voice dripping with venom, anger barely restrained in the way he clenches his fist so hard that the knuckles turn white and you can count the veins of his arm.

Those guys don't know what they've done by taking away Genos.

I'm so sorry this took so long to answer, I had a whole ass scene thought up for this a while ago and got distracted so I left it in my drafts thinking "I'll continue it later" and never did.

But, I still have the idea in mind, so I'll do a quicker, not-as-detail version:

Saitama shows up, and takes out every mf in the building Genos is being held in horror movie style. Like, he's going down the halls, oneshotting everyone. Blood's getting everywhere. The rival gang's leader, who's currently in the room with Genos, is just seeing and hearing yelling and bodies hitting the ground, slowly drawing nearer as they can hear the threat ascending the stairs.

A body hits the ground in front of the door, blood pooling and slipping through the gap under the door steadily as the threat take slow, deliberate steps. In front of the door, the person stops, kneels and rummages through (what the mob boss assumes) the body before getting up and walking down the hall. The boss is thoroughly freaked out. Their men are currently a mix of attempting to flee and running around upstairs in preparation for the guy shooting everyone. Minutes go buy, and there's no more gunshots.

Or, at least they thought right before a bullet is in their head and their corpse falls forward.

Genos looks up from where he was tied, seeing Saitama in the window (did that man seriously scale the building so he could climb through a window?) with his gun up. Saitama's face looks downright murderous, but was shocks Genos the most is the wound on his face—a cut just below the cheek bone, short and shallow like a knife just barely managed to pierce his skin enough to bleed. And it shocked him because Saitama never get wounded.

When Saitama locks eyes with Genos, he pockets his gun quickly, fast enough that it was almost inhuman, and climbs through, beelining it to Genos' side. He calmly asks if he's okay, Genos says he's fine. And then Genos asks where the rest of the gang are, because everything is now quiet.

Once again, calmly he says: "They're not here."

"You... came here alone?"

"Yeah. Wouldn't have had time to gather everyone and I didn't want to pay that damn ransome."

The prospect is so baffling and makes Genos feels so many emotions. Love, because Saitama came this far ALONE just to save him. Fear, because what dumbass idea even is that; showing up to a building full of gang members without backup? And anger, because this man would rather put himself (and Genos, but mainly Saitama) in danger than pay ransome???? Was he being serious?

"You didn't want to pay the ransome?" His voice comes off accusatory as he rubs his wrists and sits face to face with Saitama, free of his confines. "You'd rather get yourself killed saving me than giving [the boss' name] money?"

Saitama fixes him with a look, and Genos almost regrets being so aggressive before Saitama takes his face in his hands, looks him dead in the eyes with a seriousness that almost made the blond tremble.

"Genos, I would give the entire world to protect you." His voice is firm—serious and blunt in a way that said: 'don't doubt my words'. "If I gave them that money, they would've killed you anyway, because you wouldn't have been of use to them anymore. They would've shot you the second they got that money. You would've died. And the day you die is the day that I do."

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She only lasts a few weeks before caving and telling her brother that she’s Ladybug.

The Guardian – Fu is his name – was vehemently against revealing her identity again, already annoyed that she’d told Jason. Privately, Marinette thinks that Fu can “go fuck himself”, and maybe Jason would have said it out loud, but she does not.

Instead, she ignores his wishes and tells Tim anyway.

To his credit, her brother isn’t even surprised. He just quirks a smile during their scheduled video call and says in a light voice, “I guess it runs in the family, then, doesn’t it?”

Marinette is inclined to agree. After all, what are the odds that both of them ended up being protectors of two cities?

.o0o.

A week later, Tim calls her to confirm Marinette’s suspicions that Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth.

“He’s slippery. Paid to have all the security cameras around his home removed, but I traced akuma sightings on social media and marked them on a map and what do you know, his house was right in the center of the circle. I also checked out the property. He literally has a butterfly window, Mari. Everything in his house is butterfly patterned. It checks out.”

“Thank you, Tim-Tam. I’ll take care of it from here,” Marinette says. Her mind is already working, forming a plan to take Gabriel down. Permanently.

It has to be public. The city wouldn’t believe it otherwise, and some are already accusing Ladybug and Chat Noir of creating the akumas themselves so that they can make themselves look good by defeating them.

Exposing Gabriel as Hawkmoth would cause the downfall of his company and result in the loss of thousands of jobs, but Audrey Bourgeois had a Parisian branch of Style Queen that was still fairly new and looking for employees, and she knows that Audrey would most likely hire all of Gabriel’s employees out of spite.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to help?” her brother asks. “You don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

She knows. She wants so, so badly not to do it alone, to have her brother by her side as she faces down a magic user that could turn her into a puppet in the blink of an eye if she allowed herself to feel just a little bit too much, but she can’t bring him into this. Can’t bring anyone else into this. Tim already spends his nights stopping rapists and murderers and seeing all the horrors that Gotham has to offer. He doesn’t need to see what Paris throws at its people as well.

“It’s a miraculous matter, Tim-Tam,” Marinette says instead of voicing any of those thoughts. “Besides, bringing anyone else in puts them at risk of akumatization. It’s best to keep as few people involved as possible.”

“Okay then,” Tim responds, not fully managing to hide the disappointment and apprehension in his voice. “Good luck, Mari.”

The corners of her lips twitch upwards in a tiny smile. “I am the living embodiment of good luck, Tim-Tam. It will be alright.”

.o0o.

It is easy to poke and prod at Gabriel’s ego until he thoughtlessly lunges, crashing through his own window onto the street below when she dances out of his way.

Ladybug follows, dropping and rolling with a familiarity that comes from being forced to do that same motion countless times, and she toys with him, dodging, ducking, but never really attacking, until the news helicopters start circling overhead.

Chat Noir arrives just as she sweeps Gabriel’s legs out from underneath him, and he doesn’t quite manage to stifle his gasp of horror, all irritation at Ladybug for taking Hawkmoth down without him forgotten when he sees who is underneath the mask.

Ladybug may find Chat Noir (Adrien Agreste, she reminds herself,) a nuisance at best, but she is not heartless. She knows what it’s like, to want to believe that one’s parents are good people. She knows what it’s like when that illusion one tries so hard to maintain finally shatters, and it’s something that nobody deserves to experience.

Chat’s face hardens as Ladybug starts murmuring words in an ancient tongue underneath her breath, casting a spell on his father, who gave up the fight as soon as the butterfly was removed from his hands, to ensure that Gabriel will never be able to touch another miraculous again. He won’t be able to exist within three feet of one.

It’s a good thing she chooses that spell too, because it protects Gabriel from his son’s wrath.

As the authorities are cuffing his hands behind his back, something cold settles in Chat Noir’s eyes as he calls up a Cataclysm and lunges at his father, the clawed hand rippling with dark magic outstretched, ready to disintegrate a living, breathing human being.

Gabriel is yanked backward by an invisible force, pulled out of harm’s way, and Chat’s Cataclysm lands on a chunk of debris instead. The Black Cat is held back by his partner before he can try something else.

“Chat,” Ladybug hisses, as he struggles in her hold, still trying to go after his father, who is being put away into a police car. “It’s done. It’s over. He won’t hurt anyone ever again, and the justice system will deal with it.”

Chat Noir slowly starts to resist less and less at her words, and she takes that as a cue to continue. “It feels anticlimactic, and I know you want to do more. You think we should do more than just let them take him away, because you’ve been fighting on the front lines of this battle since the beginning. But our part is over. Our duty has been fulfilled. He won’t be acquitted, if that’s any consolation. There are mountains of evidence against him.”

Her partner turns around, suddenly, and buries his face into her shoulder as his body jerks with what she realizes are sobs. He’s crying,Ladybug realizes. He’s crying for his father. For who he thought his father was.

When was the last time she cried for one of her parents?

Ladybug reaches a hand up and awkwardly pats Chat Noir on the back for a moment before she spots the reporters.

“Let’s take this to our usual meeting spot,” she whispers to her partner, and he nods, composing himself in an instant. Janet would have liked Adrien, she thinks. Gabriel’s parenting style was evidently similar to how Marinette had grown up.

Five minutes later, they’re standing on the Eiffel Tower, overlooking the city they’d sacrificed so much to protect.

“This is it, isn’t it?” Chat Noir asks, turning to her. “This is the end? There’s no use for us anymore.”

Ladybug inhales slowly, taking in the view from above one last time and committing it to memory. Not that she needs to – her eidetic memory ensures that she’ll never forget. It’s for the sentiment, she supposes.

“Yes,” she murmurs. “We have to give them back now. Say goodbye to our kwamis.” She’ll miss Tikki’s company, she thinks, but not as much as she misses Jason’s. The kwami was sweet, yes, but she didn’t understand Marinette’s need to do something other than being Ladybug.

“Where do we even return them to?” Chat questions, and then she remembers that he’d never been told of the Guardian’s existence.

Ladybug unhooks her yoyo from her side, tossing it up and down one last time as she prepares to swing. “Follow me,” she says, and then she throws the yoyo and leaps off the side of the Tower.

.o0o.

Fu’s massage parlor is just as inconspicuous as ever, and somehow, no one is walking along the street when Ladybug and Chat Noir enter.

The Guardian has been expecting them – there are three cups of tea sitting on the table in front of him.

“Ladybug, Chat Noir, please sit,” he says in his wheezy voice. They oblige, but the tea remains untouched on the table.

“Chat Noir, it is time to return your miraculous,” Fu states, and the two of them stiffen, immediately picking out what’s wrong with that sentence.

“Why am I not included?” Ladybug inquires, her polite tone holding an undercurrent of danger. “There cannot be a Ladybug without a Black Cat.”

“Well, you see, you won’t be using the Ladybug,” the Guardian explains with a slightly condescending look on his face. “But there can only be one Guardian, and I’ve chosen you to be my successor.”

The sound of Ladybug’s palms slamming on the table makes the other two people in the room jump. “Absolutely not,” she declares as she stands up. “I did not agree to become the Guardian. This has never been discussed.”

Fu looks up at her with confused eyes. “But you became a candidate when you agreed to put on the earrings, and Chat Noir is simply not fit for the job.” Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Chat Noir wince, but he does not disagree.

“I put on the earrings because people were dying,” Ladybug growls. “Because this city needed something, someone, to look up to, and there was no other viable option. The Guardian is never in the light. They spend the rest of their extended lives hiding in the shadows to protect a box of magical jewelry. The Guardian is not a symbol of hope, because nobody knows the Guardian exists. I put on the earrings to be a symbol of hope, not because I wanted to, but because people needed one. The people don’t need one anymore, and I don’t want to continue doing this.”

“I was fighting a war, Fu,” she spits, furious words laced with venom. “I was fighting a war with one ally by my side and we were both children. Now that the war is over, I am no longer needed, so I am leaving. I want the shreds of innocence I had before this war back, but that is not possible, so I can at least try to move on from this instead. Let me move on.”

Without warning, she reaches up and carefully takes the earrings out of her ears. She would have loved to rip them off in one swift movement, but earrings were not that type of jewelry. The Ladybug suit disappears in a flash of pink, and then she is Marinette again, standing in a massage parlor with a pair of red-and-black earrings in her hand and two sets of wide eyes fixed on her.

“Marinette,” Chat Noir breathes. “Oh my god, I… I’m so sorry.”

Marinette drops the earrings on the table in front of them. “Are you sorry for being an ass, or just sorry because the person you convinced yourself you were in love with was an illusion?” she asks, not looking at anyone or anything in particular as she pivots on her heel and strides for the exit.

When she reaches the doorway, however, she pauses, eyes still fixed straight ahead of her. “Oh, and Adrien?” she calls, eliciting two identical noises of surprise. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too. About your father, of course.”

Then she opens the door and walks through, never once looking back as she sees the city that once weighed so heavily on her shoulders from the ground looking up, instead of from above, gazing down.

.o0o.

She’d spent some time wondering how she was going to adjust to life in Paris after that, knowing what she knew about Adrien and Gabriel and what Adrien knew about her.

As it turns out, she only has to go through one week of feeling Adrien’s green eyes on her at every available moment in class and going out of her way to avoid him, because her mother dies.

It’s surprisingly anticlimactic.

Janet Drake was always such a formidable woman. Her mere presence in a room could make grown men cower. To Marinette, she seemed almost invincible – always superior to everyone else, untouchable as she lashed out with quick with and a sharp tongue and long nails digging into her children’s shoulders. If there were ever any cracks in Janet’s façade, if it even wasa façade, she’d never seen one.

And yet, in the end, it turned out that she wasn’t untouchable after all. She’d died because she drank poisoned water out of desperation, even as Batman was right there. Batman had arrived to save them, he had freed them from their bonds, and the first thing they did was drink water poisoned with nerve toxin. Jack had survived, though he was in a coma and paralyzed.

Janet did not.

And that was it. That was the end of a woman that had dominated Marinette’s life for so long, a woman whose voice still hissed and lingered in her mind, reminding her to sit still and be silent and never, ever let your emotions show on your face.

Tim – he’d never had that mindset thrust upon him as forcefully as she did. After all, Tim had a father that didn’t despise him for his gender. Jack took charge of molding the son, and so Tim is crying, when he tells her all of this. He thinks he’s being subtle, but she’s his sister. She knows better.

Marinette didn’t care for her mother much, but she supposes she could give the dead at least some modicum of respect.

So as she packs her bags and books the next available flight to Gotham City, Marinette honors her mother’s wishes and does not shed a single tear for Janet Lynn Drake.

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Dear Demon FINALE ❤️ part 3

(Ik it’s long. Hope ya enjoy!)

💕 Again Visuals aren’t mine! Just helps with the story~

“I see you tried to steal my love....” Chisaki hissed. He released you from his kabedon as he turned to face the one who stole his love. You fell to the ground. Looking up at a very pissed demon Kai. Staring back down at you. His beak unhinged wider. Quickly flicking his eyes back to the angry demon slayer. “What’s with that look s l a y e r?” His glove quickly disingrated and he placed it on the ground. Making him drop the flowers onto the spikes he made out of the alleyway floor. He let out a echoing ‘tsk’. Tanjiro pulled one of his swords out from his back. “Nezuko!! Get Ms Y/n!” He screamed. You simply looked at the chaos around you. Shivering on the ground.

Was Kai really going to kill you?

He looked like he was.....but he wouldn’t-

Your eyes quickly went to your demon form boyfriend who stared at you with nothing but a nonchalant look. He calmly turned back towards you. The spikes had sent Tanjiro and Nezuko back quite a bit. Gave him time to try to talk with you. With the look in his eyes. You could tell he wasn’t pleased to see that guy with flowers in his hand. Shit. You where going to be overhauled.

“Care to explain Angel?” He said in a husky voice. “Why that 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝��𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝?” You could almost see the feathers spiking from his jacket. The black veins on his face growing bigger. “I- I didn’t know him!! I would never replace you!”

He glared at you. Enjoying your scared expression.

“My dear Y/n....” He said. Eyes turning back into their normal stance as he caresses your cheek.

“Y-y-Yes Kai?” You quickly responded before you saw a sword appearing from the side of your eyesight.

“𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.” His eyes went wide and his pupils went small as he turned around and gripped the sword Tanjiro was suddenly attacking with. Holding onto it and hit him with full force.

Tanjiro was shot back towards the spike and his the side of one. You stood there in pure shock as he bit down Nezuko’s arm. And swung her towards her brother. Nezuko was bleeding badly. You remembered the pain in your chest when Kai’s clone bit a hole in you.

Tanjiro’s sword slid towards you. As Kai huffed and turned back towards you. You had already escaped and was running towards it. His black vains throbbing as his demon hand stretched towards you. You grabbed the handle before Overhauled towered over you. His eyes never breaking eye contact. His calm attitude was replaced with an insane amount of intimidation.

You let out a shriek before he gripped you by the collar. “Your mine... Angel... I don’t care how many people I have to kill.... ��� 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛......” You knew how determined Kai Chisaki was. Why couldn’t you live without this man? All you remember tears steaming down your face. You screamed his name before blacking out. Chisaki muttered something about ‘not even death can keep you away from me my dear Angel...’

God damn it... if only you weren’t so lovesick then....

𝘼 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙤:

“Sorry Y/n.... I just don’t see us working out... I’m sure you’ll find someone who will make you happy!” The black and green checkered boy smiled.

Your whole heart broke. Not only where you quirkless. But you also weren’t a demon slayer. You where lame. Normal. He wanted to break up with you on top of that. You felt useless.

You silently nodded and he asked if you where going to be okay. You faked a smile and told him you would be happy no matter what. It wasn’t any use trying to convince him otherwise.

That night. You went to a bar. Got drunk with a kid in a boar mask and was too drunk to even know where you where going. You slumped against a wall in the alleyway. You sat there a while and cried. Resenting Tanjiro for letting you loose from his warm and comforting arms.

“AUGGGhHhHhHh!!!!”

Anguished screams where coming not so far away from where you where. You saw a blood splatter under a lamppost as footsteps appeared infront of you. You where too drunk to be scared. A man with amber eyes was staring at you. A man with a white hood next to him. He hovered his hand on top of your head. Your drunk self purred at the contact. He flinched for a second still looking down at you.

You smiled back at him. Making his growl out his words. “What’s your quirk? A cat?” You let out a drunk laugh as they both started to back away. You wiped your eyes from your tears and looked up at them. “I’m quirkless!” You announced.

“Are you from the Corps?” The white hooded man spoke. Chisaki still just staring at you. Not sure what to do.

“No!” You burped. Letting out another chuckle. “I’m boring! That’s why he br-broke up with me!”

Chisaki scoffed and removed his gloves about to kill you off. “Then let me put you out your misery ms normal.” You laughed and grabbed his hand. Making his eye twitch as you used his hand to pull yourself closer to his face. Hives didn’t break out. Which scared both him and Chrono.

“You drunk B-.” Chisaki started before you crashed your lips onto his. He let it happen for a moment before he pushed you back against the wall. Trying to wipe the drunk smell off his mouth. “Heh heh.... your cuteeee~.” You booped his nose before fainting on the ground. Making both Chrono and especially Chisaki flustered.

You woke up on a bed. You slowly turned you eyes to Kai watching you. His eyes unrelenting to look anywhere else. You blinked again. Looking at the man crouching on the chair. Waiting for you to wake up. Once it had processed in your brain you weren’t at your apartment you looked inside the blankets making sure you where still clothed. You where. But you where in pajamas and smelled nicer. You screamed as Chisaki sat closer on the edge of the bed. “WHAT THE FU-.” You started before the man chuckled and gave you a pat on the head. “I’m Chisaki...he started...” He explained what happened. (Not mentioning the kiss), and smirked under his black dust mask as you blushed in embarrassment. “I’m so so sorry Chisaki s-San!! I’ll leave right away!!”

“I don’t mind.” You felt your hand being touched by gloved hands and made eye contact with his now happy amber eyes.

Your memories flooded back to you. Getting yourself to wake up quicker. His words feeling like a syringe with each word of obsession.

“I’ve grown a liking to you......Ms?”

“Oh! I’m Y/n!” U-um.... Y/N L/N!”

“I see...” He leaned into your now clean body and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I’m Kai Chisaki...it’s a pleasure...”

Your eyes opened with tears. How could we have been so innocent back then? Your body had been reassembled. You struggling to open your eyes as you saw Tanjiro and Nezuko fight Chisaki. But what broke you was seeing Tanjiro getting overhauled.

“TANJIRO-SAN!” You quickly spoke. Chisaki flinched as you finally spoke. The spikes where gone as he came up to you. His demon form ceased a little. Still having his sharp teeth. His persona had changed and he picked you up. Staring into your e/c eyes. “I’m so sorry my dearest Y/n....” Forgive me?” His voice lower than normal. You looked at Tanjiro who went so far as to make a face of empathy. Nezuko hiding behind him. “You can gain her forgiveness by leaving Overhaul...” Tanjiro spoke with venom in his words. Chisaki sent him an unhinged glare. 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔- “Tanjiro’s eyes read that they regret breaking up with you. He was ready to die by Overhaul if that meant you were safe. He didn’t want you to be hurt because of him. But you knew he could never save you from Chisaki. You knew what you had to do.

“Tanjiro.... I’m sorry....” You quickly called to him. Making his eyes fill with horror. “Y/n... what are you...” You kissed the demon in front of you. He was caught off guard and accepted it. You had to save them from him. You where the thing that kept his sanity. You where going to protect this world.

He gasped out of the kiss. Going fully back to his original form. “Angel...-“ “I’ll stay with you... so please... spare them Kai...” He blushed at your words. He didn’t even say any words before he scooped you up bridal style and kept kissing you as he placed his hand on the ground. A wall appeared in front of Tanjiro and Nezuko. There screams where heard as he brought you up the stairs still embracing in a kiss.

“Y/N!!!! DOOOOoNNN’T!!!” You could feel his tears affecting you and you began to sob. Chisaki mistaking it for tears of joy. Smiling while you wrapped your arms around his neck. As the door closed. You saw Tanjiro stab his way through some of the rock. But barely getting there in time. You saw Chrono an the gang there ready to push them back more. Your teary eyes meeting Tanjiro’s as the door finally closed.

“I’ll love you forever Angel....” He said. Finally letting go of your lips.

If this kept the world safe. You’d gladly stay.

“I’ll always love you Kai...” Tears stained your face as he led you back to your shared bedroom. Hopefully they would be okay.

They had to be....

Hey you! Thanks for reading this! This was really fun to make! If you want more just ask ig lol! 💘

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The Story of Hanna Light

DAY THREE // DISINFECTANT

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🚨🚨CW: Human bondage, malnurishment, and torture🚨🚨

The heavy bolt to the dungeon door scraped loudly across the wood and the door itself opened with a long rickety creak. The light that flooded the room illuminated Hanna's body which hung by its wrists from chains in the center of the cobblestone room. Her arms were stretched painfully and her shoulders were twisted unnaturally above her head, which hung between her shoulders and heavy on her neck. Her strong legs had given out long ago and her small bare feet were crumpled underneath her and filthy from the  dirt floor.

Dressed in a white dress shirt and black jeans, Conner walked past the guards standing at the door. He found no pleasure in seeing Hanna restrained like an animal, malnourished and too weak to support her own body. He wanted to treat her like a queen, but he had to get her to comply first.

He grabbed her chin and lifted her small face up to meet his own. She stirred at his touch and grimaced before opening her eyes slowly and looking up at him with a tired and bleary expression. Her eyes focused on his face briefly before she squeezed them shut and pulled away.

“Oh no you don’t Hanna Banana.” Grabbing her by her jaw this time he pulled her head up. “I came down here to see your pretty face. Don’t pull away from me now.”

She was so tired, so fucking tired. Her head ached from the dehydration and it felt like everything around her was spinning. ‘Why can’t he just leave me alone!’ She forced her eyes open and looked up at him with an exhausted glare.  

Conner smirked. He loved her defiance. He simply ate it up. “Come on my love. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He took a step forward and pulled against the latches of her restraints, freeing Hanna's hands and sending her collapsing into his chest. She cried out when he touched her wounds and again as he handed her over to the guards. Though there were multiple guards at the ready, it only took one to carry her bridal style back to her room. The entire time her head tucked against the chest of the guard and her hands rested motionless in her lap.

Back in her room, the guard set her face down on the mattress and left at Conners command. Hanna sank into the soft cloud, exhausted and in so much pain. She spent the past two days in the dark and a prisoner to her thoughts. Everytime she closed her eyes, she dreamt of her people, and saw their faces with absolute clarity. Hanna tried not to imagine the horrors they were being subjected to because of her failure.

“I know you want to go to sleep,” Conner said. “But we need to clean your wounds to keep them from getting infected."

Hanna didn’t have the energy to protest. She listened to him as he moved around the bed behind her. Light footfalls padded across the carpet followed by the sloshing of liquid. A wet cloth was pressed to the cut above her ankle, causing her to cry into the mattress and jerk forward. Hands grabbed at her calf, pinned her leg to the bed to keep it steady, before digging the cloth deeper into her wound. Hanna sucked a breath and clenched the pillows in tight fists as her body went rigid and tears budded in the corners of her eyes. With every wipe, she released another agonized muffled scream into the bed .

The bed shifted as someone sat down next to Hanna.

"It's okay, you’re okay," cooed Conner. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and petted the top of Hanna’s head gently. Conner’s presence next to Hanna meant there was another body in the room who was tending to her wounds, probably just another one of Conner’s servants.

“You hanging in there, Hanna Banana?”

The person at the end of the bed moved to another laceration, this one located on the back of her thigh. The freshly soaked soaked cloth was pressed against the wound and Hanna pushed another pained cry into the mattress.

Conner laced his fingers through her hair and as he pulled her head up, the aide in the room dragged the cloth across her wound. Hanna cried out in torment, squeezing her eyes closed and biting down on her lip until she broke skin and drew blood. Tears streamed down her face and made grey wet spots on the white sheets.

“I asked you a question Hanna,” breathed Conner. “Answer my question.”

Hanna trembled with pain and rage, and she glared at Conner through the slits of her eyes. Her nostrils flared and her green eyes blazed with an unbridled fury. She knew what he was doing. He was testing her, seeing if she would respond with a quick plucky retort, or with a direct answer.

She didn't say anything. After begging last time, Hanna decided she was going to take every punishment he dealt -- and she wasn’t going to beg him to stop. If he was looking for a fun toy to break, he was going to be seriously disappointed because she wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction ever again. He already took her family from her, she wasn’t going to give him her dignity as well.

Hanna clenched her teeth together and shot him an antagonistic smirk. Conner’s gaze hardened and his face turned sour. He turned and grabbed the bottle of alcohol from the other body in the room and slowly began drizzling the contents of the bottle across her back, making sure to hold the bottle up as high as possible to make the contact hurt as much as possible.

Hanna screamed and when she ran out of air, she gasped for more and screamed again. Her body convulsed and her legs moved like she was trying to get up and get away from him, but her body was in too much pain to function and it failed her completely. Despite her screaming and howling, Conner kept going. He dripped and drizzled the contents across her shoulders, her arms, over the small of her back and down her legs; raising and lowering the bottle to change the intensity of the splashes. The alcohol pooled in the crevice of her spine and other lacerations, and when she twisted away the liquid spilled into other cuts and scrapes, resulting in even more pain and more harrowing moans. She pulled a pillow to her face and bit into it like it was a wooden stick, using it to silence her awful screams.

The last drop hit Hanna’s back and Conner rounded the bed. He grabbed a fistful of her long curly hair and pulled her head straight back so that he lifted her chest off the bed . "Look at me Hanna!" Conner barked. Hanna didn't, she kept her eyes closed and bit down on her bottom lip. He pulled her head back further and gave it a shake, which caused Hanna to grimace and looked at him through slitted eyes.

He was glaring at her with cold piercing eyes that actually startled her. "You answer me when I talk to you. Got it?"  

Hanna suppressed a snarl.

"Got it?" he repeated venomously.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Complying sat wrong in her stomach but she forced herself to do it anyway. “Yes.”

His eyes focused on her. "Are you sure?

With pursed lips and a jutted chin, she nodded.

He threw her into the mattress forcefully before exiting the room and slamming the door behind him. Hanna screamed her frustration into the mattress until she was trembling and choking on tears of anger. She was furious. Despite being the powerless one, Conner was always the one holding the power. Since her arrival, her captor had been humiliating, beating, and assaulting her and she was so fucking sick of it. She wanted it all to end, but she knew that would only happen if she submitted to Conner and did what he wanted.

A dry cloth touched her skin ever so gently and for some strange reason, the gentleness displayed caused her to cry harder. She buried her head in the pillows, ashamed and wanting to hide. The dry cloth blotted her skin gently, soaking up the alcohol and slowly drying her body. He cleaned, dried, and bandaged the rest of Hanna’s wounds while she kept her head buried in the pillows.

It wasn’t until he finished that he realized she had fallen asleep. He stepped back from the bed, pushed his sleeves up with his forearms instead of his bloodied hands, and took in his work. She was a mess, probably the worst he had ever seen her since knowing her, but at least now she was clean and bandaged.

When he had first laid eyes on his leader, she was a mess of torn flesh, red lacerations, bruises, and dirt. She was too delirious and weak to fight and sight sickened him. Despite his explicit orders from Conner to stand still and remain silent, it took everything in him not to fall to her side.

Her screams had been agonizing to listen to and each one was a slap to his face, reminding him yet again of his betrayal to the Omegas -- to her.

He was truly sorry for that and he knew she would never forgive him.

But still he hoped.

#TSOHL #HannaLight #Hanna Light #The Story of Hanna Light #whump #creepy whump #female whump

[iamnmbr3]

Quarantine Fic Rec List Part 1

Since we’re all bored/stressed in quarantine, I thought I’d do a couple of rec lists. For this one I’m mostly doing some very well written but more unusual fics that you might not have come across before. I’ve listed the fandom and ships for each.  

So Much More Than That by brocanteur (complete | 4,005 | T | Mean Girls; Regina George/Cady Heron ) 

"And she missed Cady Heron. She missed her and blamed her for everything." Post-film.

The Richest Men In Town by copperbadge (complete | 2,476 | G | It’s A Wonderful Life)

George Bailey, a year after meeting the angel Clarence (second-class), gets a message from Clarence via an unlikely third party: H.F. Potter.

A Marital Education by Yahtzee (complete | 12,707 | M | Pride & Prejudice; Elizabeth/Darcy; period typical) 

Darcy's impotent.

The Kindness of Men by debit (complete | 2,476 | G | Black Beauty; Fixit)

The last time Ginger saw Black Beauty, she'd said, "I wish the end was come, I wish I was dead. I have seen dead horses, and I am sure they do not suffer pain."

Once Around the Block by ecouterbien (complete | 1,134 | M | The Drop; Bob Saginowski/Nadia Dunne)

She was shaking when he let her out of the bar, and it wasn’t because of the cold. It wasn’t even a long walk to her house, a block and a half at most, but it was the longest walk she ever remembered taking. She counted every breath, every footstep, all the time listening for his steps on the sidewalk behind her. He wouldn’t just let her go like that, would he? Not after what she’d seen him do.

You look so Seattle by chaosmanor  (complete | 8,955 | T | Venom )

Eddie and Venom are in Seattle chasing leads. Shit gets blown up. And there's fish.

A Princess And A Guy Like Me by Yahtzee (complete | 7,107 | T | Rapunzel/Flynn Rider)

“Rapunzel has never had choices before. I want her to have choices now.”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

He meant, at least in part, choices of guys to marry who were not impoverished orphans/recently reformed thieves.

gunna pass me to that house above by deadendtracks (amonitrate) (complete | 625 | T | Peaky Blinders )

This wasn’t the trenches but it was the closest Alfie’d been to pinned down since he got back, and while Tommy wasn’t exactly a friend, that didn’t make him an enemy, now, did it.

A Broken Soul by wheatear (complete | 4,529 | G | Harry Potter)

What exactly is the nature of a soul? And when Lord Voldemort so willingly split his own soul in half, what damage did he do to himself?

dying out on burnt rage by lunaskeeper (complete | 2,576 | M | Peaky Blinders; Tommy Shelby/Alfie Solomons; period typical attitudes, POV outsider )

John hadn’t seen the same, trapped look in Tommy’s eyes in his office. And all of a sudden it was bubbling out of John’s mouth, a question he'd been pondering since he’d met Stefan’s shaky gaze with his own.

“Have you ever sucked cock?”

Rara Avis by Coryphasia (complete | 14,854 | G | My Fair Lady) 

The night after the Embassy Ball, Eliza Doolittle walked out on Henry Higgins and disappeared. Three years later, she returns to see if wrongs can be made right

'til the walls did crumble by arahir (complete | 3,742 | G | Game of Thrones’ Jon/Tormund) 

Jon Snow and Tormund Giantsbane and their giant dog go camping with a bunch of Wildlings. What happens next will SHOCK you. (They are buddies who fall in love lmao.)

“Not worried, are you?”

“For a crow boy? Never.” Tormund looks away, off toward the mountains in the distance where the Fist of the First Men sits as a jut of stone in the ice fields, which are turning greener day by day. “Don’t let them keep you down there, Jon Snow. Don't die in the South."

Be Careful What You Wish For by The_Necroposter  (complete | 225,838 | M | Twilight; very dark, spitefic, horror, proceed with care; skip to the end for an author’s note in which the writer epically calls out the problematic aspects of the original canon ) 

What if Breaking Dawn wasn't a Mary Sue fantasy, but a story with a plot, character development, and consequences? What if Bella's transformation actually was a sacrifice, and not only her getting used to an alien body was a challenge, but also staying alive in a world filled with enemies? Find out how a naive, selfish girl grows up and copes with the biggest mistake of her life.

Naming of the Beast by NeurotropicAgentX (complete | 1,316 | T | Venom; pre-canon symbiote world building) 

Consciousness hit like a wave, like a signal, like an attack. There had been nothing and now there was a jumble of concepts and thoughts and impulses. It writhed and thrashed, at once realising that it had a body that could do this, that could express this new consciousness.

It screeched.

Sequence by NeurotropicAgentX (complete | 2,882 | E | Venom; sort of Venom/Riot - pre-canon symbiote world building) 

I’ve never encountered anything like those blades you formed during your hunt, Venom sent, carefully, cautiously.

I acquired them on a mission. There’s a lot of interesting information to be found out there. Riot’s close-range chemical messages carried strange accents of complex biomolecules Venom had never felt before. The taste was a clear indication of just how much of Riot must have been shaped by past hosts and alien genetic information from beyond the stars. Venom wanted.

Show me? it asked.

No Living Man by ElanaBrooks  (complete | 732 | G | Lord of the Rings; Parody) 

In which the Witch King learns that, for an inhabitant of Middle Earth, the knowledge that no living man can harm you is no reason to get cocky. AU, Humor.

Here is a truth (here is another truth) by SecondStarOnTheLeft  (complete | 2,012 | M | Pirates of the Caribbean; James Norrington/Elizabeth Swann ) 

Here is a truth: James Norrington loves his wife, but he is completely incapable of believing that she might return the compliment.

Here is another truth: Elizabeth Norrington, née Swann, is a much more patient woman than she has ever been given credit for.

Bahamian-Style Mooring by syllic  (complete | 10,370 | G | Shawshank Redemption) 

Five times Red got things in Zihuatanejo (and one time he didn’t need to get anything).

Lunch and Other Obscenities by Rheanna (complete | 9,717 | G | Star Trek 2009; background Spock/Uhura)

Nyota liked her roommate just fine until she met her.

Nom de Coeur by Dorinda (complete | 12,725 | G | Casablanca; Rick/Louis)

This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship--but beginnings are only seeds, and it's a long way to Brazzaville.

Five Ways to Stop Being a Princess by igrockspock  (complete | 3,560 | T | Star Wars; Han/Leia )

1. Spend a night in the smuggling compartments of the Millennium Falcon 2. Learn to fire a blaster without closing your eyes 3. Get drunk and go to bed with an unsuitable man 4. Yell at people who ask if you're okay 5. Go to bed with an unsuitable man even when you're sober

elioenai by Anonymous  (complete | 6,002 | G | MCU Daemon AU )

Tony falls through the space between worlds. As a result, he can see daemons. It kind of freaks him out. (It's stranger and more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.)

The Sergeant and the Captain by OddityBoddity  (complete | 7,316 | G | MCU )

The Sergeant and the Captain, or, The True and Accurate Reports Chronicling the Well-being of the Shield-brothers James Barnes and Steven Rogers, Faithfully Submitted by Thor Odinson to Maria Hill, Director.

Special Circumstances Questionnaire for Sexual Partners (Male): Long Form by coruscera (impractica), linbot (complete | 1,320 | E | Fandom Culture Parody )

Does having sex with you entail becoming married, whether legally, magically, physiologically, or some other de facto permanent relationship? Y/N If Yes, please describe our new life together.

#fic rec #fandom #fanfiction #random musings #quarantine rec list #coronavirus #quarantine #Star Wars #Star Trek #classical literature #classics #MCU #Harry Potter #Marvel

[fatbottombucky]

Sometimes... I think he’s here *Billy Hargrove x Reader*

Summary: Reader suffers ptsd after the Mind Flayer battle. Most importantly, everywhere he turns he sees Billy. Reminded of his once friend, and past crush.

Pairing: Implied/platonic Billy X [M]Reader

Warnings: Stranger Things spoilers/ character death/ angst mixed with feels, and a lot of gay fluff- use of the words “fag” -light homophobic tendencies

Note: I know Billy is this ignorant asshole but I get a feeling within me that he’d actually like attention from anyone. So when reader, Will’s older brother (but year younger than Jonathan) helps him pick up chicks, whilst having a gay crush on him- he wouldn’t be as dick-ish to him. He’d still be a complete asshole, but he’d have moments. And those moments are what reader keeps remembering

Idk really know what I wrote. I just really feel like Billy was screwed over. They had a chance to really pull another Steve, give a shitty character a good character development, but they kinda did it- only to kill him (and before people come at me, I hated s1 Steve a bit. But he redeemed himself, ya know)

First time you interacted with Billy was at Byers house. The night he beat Steve up and you high tailed outta there with his car- Max driving.

~~The second time... you’re alone at the video store. Picking some stupid movie to watch as you did homework. He walked in, an air of calmness about him. His hands deep in his jacket pockets, the white shirt underneath hardly buttoned. His hair hardly styled at all- you assumed anyway.

He languidly walked to the horror section, meaning his standing opposite you, flipping through the VHS covers with a laziness of movement. He doesn’t even look at you or even realise you’re there. Does he even care? Probably, not. Max said he’s pretty much not talked to her, but they seem to be on mutual playing fields.

“Tammy loves horrors,” you find yourself speaking up but your eyes cast at the trashy romance movies in front of you, you can feel his stare. “She’s the one you’re seducing tonight, right?”

He scoffs, “what’s it to you?” His voice is deep with his demand of an answer.

“She’ll completely ignore your advances if you pick a horror, trust me. I grew up with Tammy, the girl is a horror junkey.” You pluck a movie, making show of turning it to read the summary on the back.

There’s a silence and you think he’s wondered off, steering clear of your weirdo self.

“What would you suggest then, Byers?” You look up in time to see him cock an eyebrow, his head nodding for you to go ahead and make his night.

You turn around abruptly and walk towards the action section, Billy hot on your tail.

“Oh, there he goes,” Arms crossed across his broad chest; amused by this. He watched as you pick up a movie, First Blood.

“She hates action, she’ll get bored and likely make the first move,” you watch as he frowns with your choice. “Don’t Like First Blood?”

“Love it,” that surprises you. “Snuck into the theatre to see it when it came out,” he takes the movie from you and flashes a grin. “Thought you were queer, and hated me.”

Statement not entirely false. You look away because that seems to be the news, you’re gay and that means clearly there’s something adherently wrong with you. You disliked Billy, yes. He’s an asshole, especially to your friends.

“Uh-I guess, I’m feeling super gay enough to help you out,” you shrugged and expected him to leave, but he laughed.

“I appreciate the insider knowledge, especially if it gets me laid, Byers,” he pays your shoulder a little too roughly but you smile slightly. “If you’ve screwed me over though, Imma beat you up worse than I did to Harrington.” ~~

You’re staring blankly at the empty action aisle. Your eyes emotionless, body slack and complacent. You didn’t know how long you’d be off in your own little world, long enough to get Steve and Robin concerned, both watching as you blink out of your trance.

“Y/N, bro, you okay?” Robin calls and you look at her, nodding quickly and walking over to the duo. “Been staring at that crappy Rambo movie for a good ten minutes,” she tilts her head.

“First Blood isn’t crappy,” you defend a little harshly, Steve raises his eyebrows, “uh-sorry. I’m feeling a little tired, I’ll see you later,” you softly touch Steve’s shoulder before exiting.

You get into your car and start it up, a deep sigh leaving your body.

It had been two months since that night. The night you battled the Mind Flayer, the night Eleven (and you) got to Billy, finally, only it was all in vain. At least, he was himself when he died but he shouldn’t have died anyway.

You stop at a red light, almost home.

~~

“Byers,” you look up from the drivers window to see Hargrove stepping to you, smirk settled on his pretty face, “I owe you one.”

You frowned, eyebrow raising at his cocky smile. Only it fades when he leans down, resting an arm on top of you car, his face at level with your own. You short circuit cause, woah, his eyes are that blue. His earring dangles as he tilts his head, a smirk pulling up the right side of his mouth.

“Wow,” you’re snapped outta your daze, “you’re such a fag.” He taps the roof and raises his eyebrows in a mocking expression, “just wanted to tell ya it worked, got into Tammy’s pants last night. But clearly you’re getting some gay boner over me,” he chuckles when you scoff, rolling your eyes.

You sighed a little, “You’re welcome, Billy. Glad I got you laid,” he smiled brightly at that. “Betta get going before everyone at schools think you’re gay too, cause that’s how it works- clearly.”

Billy stopped you, “Ohh, no, you’re not getting off that easy. I’ve scored a date with Stacey... Dw-“ he stops himself to think and you raise your eyebrows, “she’s got really big boobs and, I think, blonde hair.”

“You think?” You chuckled as he shrugged, “sounds like Jessica Randell,” he nodded, clicking his fingers because it sounded familiar to him, “I swear, what girls see in you, I don’t know, you’re impossible.” ~~

A car honking draws you from the memory, you quickly start your car back up, signalling an apology before driving home.

You laid down on your bed, room half packed up and memories all boxed away. Except one. The red lifeguard cap, sitting aimlessly on top a pile of clothes. It sparked interactions you had forgotten, willed yourself to not dwell on, only because it’s what sparked... a weird thing between you Hargrove, an unspoken thing. Working that summer job, with Billy, was singularly the best decision you ever had.

~~He walked with such an air of confidence you forgot to get down from the lifeguard chair. The whistle was carelessly drapped around his neck, swaying with each precise step he took.

Everyone noticed him. Girls watched with seductive eyes - even mums, kind of disturbing but you didn’t dwell on it- guys watched from afar, either willing to be him or loathing him.

Working this job has been kind to Billy. It gave him the ability to rule all, to assert his dominance across the swimming civilians. It allowed him to have attention, something you’ve realised he craves, a lot. He likes people looking at him. He also got a nice tan, plus he was allowed to use the gym within the building for free, so he really toned up.

“You know,” his voice snaps you back, “I was grossed out by your staring for a while but it’s growing on me.”

You quickly step down, cheeks and body warming up at being caught, plus his words. You can’t look at him, even through his aviators you can feel his smug stare.

“Do me a favour?” He leaned against the chair, crossing his arms as does, “go get me a bottled water?” His smile is infectious, too.

You nod silently and walk off towards the vending machine, passing the lounging mothers who are bidding for Billy’s attention. You turn to see who he’s picked today, his up in the chair, glasses on his head but he’s watching you like a hawk.

Almost tripping into the building you run to the machine, grabbing the loose change in your trunk pocket and shakily punching the buttons for his water. Why are you acting this way over him? It’s Billy Hargrove. You have no chance. Doesn’t mean you can’t admire and crush on him. **

In the locker rooms, as the other staff leave. You’re left alone with your thoughts. Only half dressed you can’t find it within yourself to actually get up and Leave.

“Byers,” Billy’s unsurprised voice makes you jump, you look up to see Billy in a towel as he walks passed you to his own.

This past week working alongside had been... weird. The comments, the looks, the weird attention he gave you. It was like he was messing with you, only it felt very serious and... flirty.

“I think,” you begin, “I might quit.” You don’t know why you tell him your plan, you look up to gage his reaction. He stops and looks at you.

“Gonna leave me?” Be fakes being wounded by your confession, but eyes give him away, he’s hurt by this news- maybe it’s because you’re actually friends with him. You go to speak but he stops you, “let me guess, to work at Scoops Ahoy?”

Venom laces his words. For the first time, in a long time, this is the Billy everyone knows making an appearance to you. He dislikes people walking out on him, leaving him first. He prefers to be the one to leave, you don’t know why and you’ve come to terms with the fact you’ll never really know him.

“Work alongside Steve Harrington, right?” He steps to you, you stand up and shake your head, “Don’t lie, Y/N, I know you’ve got some fucked up crush on him. I saw how you acted when he came by yesterday,” so he is watching you.

“...I’ll stay,” you mutter, “if you want me to.”

His breathing his rapid. Making his shoulders move up and down with his intakes and exhales, his nostrils flare and he frowns. He looks away, confusion and worry etching on his face... he’s scared.

“It’s okay,” you mumble, “besides... be a fool to give up this job,” he looks at you, “I mean, get paid to see you shirtless. Kinda a win, right?” You nod once, an affirmation of understanding.

You both dress in silence. Not looking at one another due to what just happened, he may have not outright said it but you got it. He doesn’t want you to quit, or leave him, he may not know why... but you do. And you’re not gonna pressure him because it’s Billy, he still likes girls; you’re just some weird exception.

You glance at Billy, who is pulling on his jacket and not looking at you. Clearly having a mental battle of his own, you feel slightly guilty for putting him in there. Turning to the door, you sling your bag over your shoulder and grab the handle.

Then your slammed against it, pulled to face Billy. The air being slammed out of you, you barley have time to comprehend what’s happening before you feel lips on yours. They’re soft but dominant. The kiss radiates a lot of pent up emotions, it’s full of hatred passion, yet it’s nice.

His hands are pulling you to him, gripping the lapels of your jacket, your own are just softly holding his shoulders. He tilts your head up a bit, deepening the kiss and you taste mint- peppermint bubblegum to be exact. ~~

“Boys!?” Your mother calls loudly, shutting the front door. You don’t answer straight away, you will yourself up and towards the kitchen, “Oh, there he is. I haven’t seen you since yesterday morning-“

Her voice becomes faint to you as you stand staring at something on the table. Eyes unable to not look at it, they tear up because you had been searching for it.

“Where did you find that?” You choked out, Joyce looks at you and then to the table.

Motel 6 key lays casually on top. Door number 106, motel a few miles away from Brimbone Steel Warehouse.

“Oh, it was in that tattered up jacket of yours,” she studies you for a moment. You nod, a faint “Oh” leaving you. “...wanna talk about it?” Voice soft.

~~ “Leaving so soon?” You look up, a smile gracing your face as Billy saunters up to you.

You hadn’t talked about the kiss, well, kisses. Heavy make out sessions would be accurate, they’re always late at night. Secluded areas where no one can see you, often a few days between because Billy will kiss you but leave, won’t talk to you for a while- ends up talking to some girl at the pool- but comes back.

“Uh-Gotta pick up Will, take him to the mall,” you make show of grabbing your keys from your pocket. “See you tomorrow?” You step away but Billy grabs your forearm.

He steers you seat from prying eyes to a closet, you chuckle into the darkness about to make some stupid comment but lips are slotted over yours. Shutting you up.

Another set of keys is placed into your other hand, you pull away and look down in confusion before at Billy.

“I’ll see you tonight. Ten o’clock, don’t be late,” he pushes away from you before leaving the closet- not casting a look back. Your heart is beating rapidly cause you know what this means, and you’re nervous but excited. ~~

Your mother holds you as you cry into her shoulder, holding the key in your hand. The last day Billy was... Billy, he hadn’t shown up at the motel 6, you figured he changed his mind. You didn’t blame because, well, you weren’t anything special to him. Some weird game or phase, you didnt really care or minded. You don’t hear the front door open or feel the few stares at you.

“Sometimes... I think he’s still here,” you whisper. “I keep seeing him everywhere I look, I want to forget because I know- I know I didn’t matter to him, but-“ you break off and pull away.

“It’s okay,” you shake your head at her words, “he was your... friend, you’re gonna miss him.”

You sighed, finally seeing Max and Eleven watching you. A faint understanding of who you’re talking about, heck, apparently you were a significant memory in Billy’s life- so El says. You want to believe her, even if you did help Billy in his last moments, but you know, deep down, it was just a summer fling.

“I just want to leave this town,” you mutter.

Eleven watches you slink off to your room. The door closing softly.

~~ “Billy, look at me,” he blinks up from Eleven to you, tears running down his face as he holds Eleven under him.

Half himself, half the Mind Flayer still. His face tells you he wants to break free, his body and hands are still under its spell.

“Remember that day, at the video store?” Mike and Max tilt their head in confusion, “and I helped you pick a movie to bore Tammy into having sex with you? I like to think that was the start of our friendship,” you somehow chuckle despite the situation, Eleven glances from you to Billy, his hands softening enough for her to wiggle free. “Then I spent almost three hours with you, planning a date for Jessica- only she bailed, so we went to the arcade and you stole those kids tickets and I beat the high score on Mind Tricks.”

The noises around you becomes nothing as Billy stands, he’s panting and looking confused, yet terrified. Finally, he looks at you, blinking a few times.

“I bailed on Jessica,” he stutters out and you choke a little, “I bailed on her.” Is all he says before he faces the Mind Flayer. ~~

Your door opens and you see the girls, smiling softly at you. You raise an eyebrow at them, you hadn’t talked about that night with anyone. It was an unspoken request that no one brought up Billy around you, especially Max. You didn’t want them to ask about it because you don’t have answers, you just know that, you and Billy, had this unspoken connection- relationship- friendship- whatever it was.

Sometimes you get the feeling that if you never took that summer job... he’d still be alive.

“Wanna watch Back to The Future?” El asks with a soft smile.

(Check out my Steve Harrington fic HERE, let me know what you think also)

#stranger things one shot #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x male!reader #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove imagine

[antihero-writings]

A Touch of Song and Salem (Ch2)

Fandom: Hetalia (Firefly Crossover) 

Summary: Earth got used up. They got used up. So the nations of the world had to flee into the black...but they'll only ever be half alive now.

America forgot how to smile at the academy...but maybe a day out planetside is all she needs. Hopefully the people on said planet won't try to burn her down. 

(A fusion-style crossover with fem!America and Canada from Hetalia in the Firefly universe, cast as Simon and River during the dance and witch scenes of the episode "Safe.")

Notes: Written for my friend @ladynephthyss’ birthday!! The characterizations of the Hetalia characters are based on her characterizations of them!! (She plans on posting some Hetalia stuff soon, please go check her out!!)

We both love Firefly, especially Simon and River, and as I love writing fusion-style crossovers I thought this would be perfect!!

I’ll reblog this with links to Ch1, as well as reblog ch1 with ch2 soon!! 

If you enjoy this fic, please consider commenting and/or reblogging!! It really means the world to me!!

Chapter 2: 

Amelia doesn’t remember everything. She doesn’t remember every war between countries, every petty squabble between her family. She doesn’t remember all the things Jackson said when he was angry, and Roosevelt when he was calm. She doesn’t quite remember how she felt when it rained after too-long summers. She doesn’t remember the feeling of wildfire, of too-long winters where they had to eat the men after all. Of every man hunt over silly things like color, if we’d like to share everything after all. Not entirely. She doesn’t quite remember what it was to have fields, open and untamed.

She doesn’t remember Roanoke; she doesn’t remember Salem. She tries not to.

She doesn’t remember how the sea boiled, the earth choked, and the sky burned when they had to move off world.

She doesn’t remember what it felt like to burn.

She doesn’t remember everything from the academy. She doesn’t remember how school was more like that of fish; that they had to stick together or they’d be picked off one by one and devoured. She doesn’t remember how they shoved needles into her brain like toothpicks, and gobbled up the pieces, her thoughts appetizers—(so what was the main course?).

She, smart girl, sane girl, doesn’t remember sending letters made of jumbled notions, speaking of monuments and worlds they’d never seen, events to which they’d never been. A fraud in coded verity. She doesn’t remember laying, eyes open, knowing tomorrow would not be molded together out of sunshine, and rain, and open air, it would be sewn out of blood and their own brains.

What she does remember...fragments. A flash here. An emotion there. She sees ghosts. Some benign. Some…not so. And she’s not always sure what’s a ghost and what’s a figment, a figment of yesterday, or just today’s unlucky daydreams. Though perhaps she’s always seen them.

She feels things. Too much.

She doesn’t remember everything. All of American history is too much for one girl’s head.

But she does remember Matthew.

She remembers how much he risked to save her from the needles. She remembers the feeling of his arms around her for the first time since she left him—(all for the sake of a little knowledge…She hated how she could be so petty sometimes). The way he still, after all this time, smelled like maple, and freshly fallen snow, and cigarette smoke. How he saved her.

(Though some of her got left behind.)

She remembers how Matthew danced with her, long ago—though the occasions bleed together.

They never much liked parties.

She remembers sitting curled up with him, and a good book, by the fire, petting a dog with her toes. Thinking of home. Knowing they were close enough.

So when they take him…she forgets how to smile.

It’s a game, surely. Hide and seek. She remembers that, at least. She must be “it”.

That thought alone keeps her from breaking. Breaking. Breaking the world down, herself in it.

So she counts to ten, and she runs. Through the forest, each tree—(no sweet sap from them this time of year)—like scarecrows pointing no particular way, just there to scare off the birds, and maybe a sensitive child or two.

She remembers the farms, and the wind over the wheat, scarecrows like sentries.—Why do they say ravens are bad omens?—The farms, the plantations, and the songs gliding over them, songs of a home those working in the fields could never return to.

And she finds him. He wasn’t hiding altogether well. In fact, he’s with people out in the open, some strangers—Are they friends? Are they playing too?

“Found you~!” The smile returns. It’s okay. He’s safe. They can go back to dancing now.

The horror in his eyes tells her the world might just have to break after all.

“Amelia! Amelia, no!” He breaks free from the not-so-friends holds, grabbing her too tightly, pushing her away.

“Found you—!” She repeats the words, though the tone is entirely different, choked ang confused, as the men wrap their arms around her, and their grip is not kind, and they smell like blood.

Well…if they are to return to the needles…at least they will be together.

******

Matthew knocks lightly on the door to Arthur’s study and walks in, despite having been given no sign of welcome.

Arthur is sitting at his desk, his glasses on the tip of his nose, scrutinizing a book, his brow creased a little too hard.

Matthew sits in the chair across from him, and sets the letters down in front of him; the topic of conversation.

There is a full cup of tea on the table in front of Arthur.

Full? Yes. Steaming? No.

Arthur never lets tea go cold.

That alone would be enough to warrant the next words;

“Something’s wrong.”

Arthur looks up, those blue eyes stormy and perfectly clear at the same time. “Yes, I gathered that as well.”

“You called me in here?” France knocks lightly before marching in. Despite it being Arthur’s study, Matthew is the one who responds;

“Yes.” The Canadian is tapping his foot a little too much, a little too quickly, a dull ache in his bottom lip. “It’s about Amelia’s letters.…Didn’t they seem strange to you?”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one.” Francis sits by the bookshelf. “They seemed quite odd indeed. Especially the part about the Darbanville’s. We don’t know anyone by that name.”

“What do you think is going on?” Arthur’s eyes fix on Matthew.

Matthew looks between them, then at the letters, the words rearranging themselves on the pages. He hoped they wouldn’t think he was crazy.

“I think there’s a code.”

The two older men exchange a glance, slight surprise on their faces, then resolve. Matthew presses on.

“We get a few letters, then nothing, then this? …She’s trying to tell is something.” The knot in his stomach just keeps getting tighter, the ache in his lip sharper. “Something that someone doesn’t want her to say.”

There’s a moment of thought

“…What do you suggest we do?”

He looked down, fidgeting with his hands before looking up, fire in his eyes.

"We go get her.”

******

The moon is particularly bright this night. Not whole. Almost. Just a little bit off. Like them.

The moon. In the sky. Where it belongs. Something from a spellbook, that would turn them into wolves when drunk on starlight. Not just a dull hunk of rock in the vacuum-shield in front of them.

On better worlds this would have been a quiet night. There would be crickets and frogs, and a brother and sister would have smoked weed or tobacco, lying on the grass and named the stars. On better worlds they would have spoke of life, and politics, and absolutely nothing at all.

On better worlds Salem had ended.

But this is not a better world.

So everything is so loud. The shouts of a people who forgot they lived in a universe where superstition was just that renders the silence speechless. They speak of God, and broken little girls, and this not-Earth resonates with their tones. One word rings through the mob like gunshots, and everything sounds a little too much like yesterday.

The word, the yesterday it conjures, mix into poison in his veins, which turns to venom on his tongue.

Matthew marches up to the patron. A respectable man, with a sense of justice. A cruel man; a sense, yes, but he filled the blanks in the wrong order. The words a bitter demand, and not a plea. No desperation in his voice, no hesitation; his head is level, and he thinks the patron’s is too. The trade would be fair and simple. There’s still hope. There’s no reason to resort to anything drastic just yet. The anger in his voice is barely bleeding through;

“Take me instead. Take my life for hers.”

“The witch must die. God commands it.” He didn’t even ponder it in that thick, empty skull of his.

At those statements, the two fists shaking at his sides, want to take this man’s neck and snap it between them, singing an old war song, and throw his body over a cliff, letting hungry waves devour him, or better yet out the airlock, where he will float breathless into the void for eternity…or maybe just lead him into the fire they’re intending to feed his sister to.

He could do it. He wanted to. He could fly away on Serenity’s wings and never have to answer for such a crime. He’s killed better men in wars before. And sometimes outside them.

But, no. He must sit quietly, and watch, and wait for the end. Amelia may not be very happy if her brother killed a man in front of her. Or…

He tried not to indulge the thought that maybe she would.

And when he sees the other men holding torches, torches licking their lips, about to let them lose on his sister—

—Lighting a poor girl on fire for the simple the charge that there was a demon inside her, like we all don’t all have ten or twelve—

All that anger comes pouring out. And before he fully comprehends what he’s doing he runs to them.

“Get away from her!” that venom drips off his lips, his hands fangs, grabbing at their clothes and wrenching them and their orange beasts away.

One of them throws a punch at him. Matthew may look weak, but he has been in far worse brawls against far bigger men, in far darker streets, and these ones just so happen to intend to hurt his sister, so it’s no trouble for him to knock the three of them down.

Once they’re on the ground or clutching their faces he turns to the crowd, rage boiling in his gut—

—Why? Why? Why is it always her? Why do they do this to her? When she was just a girl who wanted to live her life in peace?—

“She has done nothing to you!”

Because she never did. She never did anything to hurt anyone, and they always found some reason to kill her for it. Some charge worthy of death. Some reason to light her on fire. They always do that with the good ones. She knows this better than anyone. And he says the words he always wanted to say, to all of them, sadness breaking through the venom—It was so simple, why couldn’t they get that seeing ghosts is no charge worthy of burning?—

“If she dies tonight it won’t be God’s will that killed her! It’ll be you! Your lunacy! Your ignorance!”

He stares out at them, and they don’t respond in word or action: they don’t try to refute his words, or pull him away. They just stare, their eyes blank, a court of zombies. They’re at a stalemate, neither giving up the floor.

And he does what he should have done long ago, what he should have every time, every time he saw her in pain, every time they persecuted her to the point of torture, or death:

He raises his heel, and takes a step back onto the platform beside her.

“That’s not gonna stop us.” Says one of them.

He resists the urge to say Never once did I think it would.

Amelia turns to him, and he expects to see fear and bloody memory in her eyes—

But she smiles. Like she had hours ago. Like nothing’s wrong. Like they’re still dancing. Playing war games. And she says, calling back to something he told her earlier today;

“Post holer. Digging holes for posts.”

He looks at the post behind them; the one she’s tied to. The one that just might be the death of her.

Post holer. For the ground.

Long ago she had ground. In America. When they caged her wild plains in with fences and wire and laws, plowing holes and raking lines across her amber fields, and it wasn’t always bad, some were nice, there were farmers who just wanted to make an honest living, a pair of explorers, once, who just to see a little bit of the world…

They weren’t always bad, no…but she’d rather be free.

And now they dug a hole, and put in a post to burn a not-quite-girl, with her golden locks, and her wild fantasies—wild fantasies like being happy, some day—this girl who, earlier today, was smiling for the first time since the academy. Some savage mob on an innocuous world dug a hole for a post to burn America down.

He wraps his arms around her, and she is warm, and she smells like hay, and summer, strawberries, and gunpowder.

There’s no hesitation, no pain, nor even anger in the words this time. They are sheer resolve:

“Light it.”

He is willing to die for her. With her. If they can die at all. If they can, it’d be fitting it’d happen out here on a twisted echo of a worse America.

They’ve spent too much time starving in the black.

“Time to go.” Amelia says softly. And the words are not pained or afraid…there’s almost longing there.

If this is it, if this is how things will end, he thinks, it’s not the worst way to go. Fire’s certainly better than water, because at least in fire you can breathe. It’s better than the cold, because the cold has a way of ridding you of feeling before the end. At least in fire you can feel something. Because the cold is slow, and makes you rather eat your friends after all…People don’t do that with fire. He always thought burning would be a fitting end for the Great White North. It’s not the worst way to go; by his sister’s side.

This will be how America and Canada end: on some nameless world, tied to a post, devoured by flames and ignorance. And…they’re alright with that.

Then there’s another sound. A sound that isn’t shouts or flames or anything natural. Something that sounds mechanical. If he was delusional he’d think it was the whirring of a ship’s engine.

He feels a gust of wind brush by him, and a bright light forces him to open his eyes, squinting.

“Well look at this,” Out of the smoke a voice breaks through, and he says it like he came upon a good game of cricket. “Looks like the twins have got themselves into a spot of trouble.”

Arthur is marching through the crowd holding a gun, Francis at his side.

“It appears we arrived just in time. What does that make us?”

“Ehh, how would le’Amerique say it?” France puts a finger to his chin as if thinking, then says in his best attempt at an American accent; “Big damn heroes.”

“Ain’t we just.” England does the same. Then, as he arrives in front of the platform, in his normal accent: “So sorry for the interruption, gents. But it appears you have something that belongs to us. And we’d very much like it back.”

“This is a holy cleansing, you cannot think to thwart God’s will.”

“…Would you be ever so kind as to direct your attention to the lovely lady hanging out of the spaceship with the rather large gun?”

Matthew did the same, only to see Ireland; red hair like flames in the light, another line of red piercing the air as she aimed the gun around, looking like she’d like nothing more than to pull the trigger. He’d been privy to such a look on her face only a few times, and he could confirm hesitation was not in her vocabulary.

“I’d like to introduce you to my sister. She has taken a liking to the girl currently tied to the post, and she might just be in the mood to kill one or two of you. So rather, it’s her will you ought worry about thwarting.” He backs up, speaking to the twins now. “I must say, the two of your’s ability to get yourselves into trouble is near miraculous.”

“…Yes I’m very proud.”

“Cut her down.” And there’s a sting to his words this time.

“She’s a witch.” The patron says, as if, upon hearing the words, Arthur will reply Oh? A witch? I wasn’t aware. Go about your business.

“Quite frankly, I’m surprised you’re bright enough to notice. Yes, she is. But she’s our witch.”

His eyes aim at the respectable man, and they’re far more threatening than the gun pointing at his head. The words contain a venom related to Matthews, but it’s the way his eyes blaze that remind Matthew that he’s watched the world burn more than once;

“So cut her the hell down.”

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Cat Burglars - Henry Deaver X Mistress

Warning: 18+ mentions of sex/cheating/mature themes. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: A little development, angst and a touch of cuteness!

Read more Henry x Mistress here > Masterpost

A hand on your shoulder startled you until you realized it was Henry. He wasn’t supposed to touch you or even smile too long, but sometimes, the man was blissfully negligent. You drew back in your chair and smiled at him.

“Yes, Mr. Deaver?”

A knowing grin widened across his lips, drawing his natural pout into a pleasing line, complete with chin dimple. “I’m about to start my meetings once my client arrives in, oh, ten minutes.” He looked at his watch. “Can you make sure that nobody disturbs us? It’s very important.”

“I know,” you replied. “You have three in a row with ten minutes in between. Assuming Bastion doesn’t talk your face off, you might make it out for lunch. And if not, I can grab you something.”

“I would love that,” Henry said with a sigh he didn’t intend to sound dreamy. “Thank you so much. If it’s a quarter past noon, just assume he’s talked me into a coma, and you can jet out for lunch. Whatever you want. I’m not picky.”

“Sounds good.” You returned his warm smile and turned to the papers on the desk.

The office was quiet that day, and you got a lot of work done while Henry was busy. The second client left the office looking rather pleased with himself, and Henry emerged for a bathroom break.

“Two down, one to go.” He winked at you.

“Bastion should be here any minute,” you tapped your wrist.

“Sounds good. If he arrives before I’m back, just send him in.”

Henry left and came back in time to intercept his last client of the day. The two men entered his office and shut the door. Your stomach growled ten minutes before lunch, but you put it off and crossed your fingers that Henry wouldn’t get bogged down in Bastion’s golf-talk. Henry hated golf, but his client was a top-tier, so he had to suffer through dry conversations about Florida, witless caddies and club brands.

At 12:15, the door showed no signs of opening, so you filed away your work and began to scribble out a note to leave on your desk in case Henry finished while you were out. A clicking noise approached as you signed your name on the bottom of the note and tucked the end of the pen between your lips. It was a bad habit, but one you hadn’t been successful in shaking since high school. When you looked up, a woman was standing in front of your desk.

“Hello, may I assist you with somethi—”

“Save the pleasantry. I need to speak to my husband,” her voice slithered out like a viper’s tongue.

It was Mary standing before you. You flinched from the realization, remembering her face briefly from the grocery store. Her eyes flashed and all the blood in your body drained into your legs, causing them to buzz and wobble. She gestured toward the door expectantly. “Well?”

“Uh, um... H-Henry... Mr. Deaver is in an important meeting right now and mustn’t be disturbed,” you stammered.

“Where’s the other girl? Who are you?”

“Oh, I... I’m filling in for her while she’s on maternity leave.”

You wondered if she recognized your face as she studied you over the desk from head to waist. When she noticed the make of your clothing, she quirked a thin eyebrow.

“Very nice outfit for a temp,” she said.

You didn’t know what to say and blanched a touch more. 

“When will he be finished? This is just as important as whatever he has going on right now,” she waggled a manila envelope in her hand. You noticed her diamond wedding ring glinting in the incandescent light.

“I’m not sure when he will be done. I was told not to let anybody in.”

“Well, I’m not just anybody. I’m his wife.”

Not for much longer...

“Okay, ma’am, I still can’t let anyone in.”

Mary breezed by your desk with a scoff and brought three hard thumps down on the office door. You looked on in horror while she stared at the door as though waiting for it to disintegrate. When there was no answer, she knocked again louder. 

“Henry!” She called out.

Some eyes peeked out over desks at the disturbance, some lingering and others turning away immediately. Mary sideswiped you with a vicious glare and looked at your fidgetting hands.

“Nice pen, by the way,” she smiled softly.

The silver pen twirling in your fingers stopped moving. You placed it on the desk and felt your head get lighter. The office door opened and all two hundred and fifty pounds of Bastion the insurance broker appeared with Henry looking rather spooked behind him. 

“Mary! Good to see you!” The jolly man opened his arms.

“Pleased to see you, Bastion. Sorry, I can’t chat. I have an important meeting with my husband.”

“By all means!” The man decreed. “We should get together some time. You, Henry, me and June! It will be like old times!”

“Sure thing, Bastion. Good day.”

The office door shut behind the insurance broker, cutting off your view of Henry’s pale face. A nervous heat crawled up your back, beading your skin with sweat. Objects were leaving trails behind as your eyes wiped over them. Even Bastion noticed you looked wan as fresh paper. He made an act of looking at his watch.

“Lunchtime, little lady. You should get yourself something to eat. You look like you might need it.”

“Thanks, I will. Sorry for the interruption,” your voice was brittle but audible.

Bastion leaned up against your desk, oblivious to the jolts of panic beating in your stomach. “It’s not to worry, little lady. Henry, Mary and I go way back. I got them their first policy after they got hitched. They were just two young kids. None of this fancy-shmancy Prada and beamers. Hell, even I was a rookie back then—”

Bastion’s story was cut short from the sound of glass shattering. Voices raised beyond Henry’s office door and your eyes widened. The broker chucked a curious look at the door. All the eyes that peeked out before were now anchored to the entrance to Henry’s office. Pale and cold as china, you pocketed Henry’s silver pen and looked around your desk for anything that might give away more than what you wanted. 

There was nothing on your desk that might show further connections with Henry except a bright yellow sticky note that he had drawn a childish heart on in black ink. You peeled it off, folded it into fourths and pocketed it as well. You heard more shouting from the office.

“I think you better call security. Sounds like somebody in there is about to get their ass kicked,” Bastion thumbed at the door before making a quick exit.

One of the floor supervisors came over, imploring you for answers with a serious look without having to utter a word. Her eyes bugged out behind thick glasses. You imagined Mary getting in Henry’s face, the broken glass — whatever it was — and the venomous insults you had heard the day she showed up at the condo. Your muscles screamed out to run in and put a stop to her tirade but your bones remained rooted. The worst thing imaginable would be to attempt an intervention. 

“You’re fucking someone! You have been this whole time!”

“This isn’t the place to be having this discussion, Mary!”

“Ingrid saw you with a woman!”

The exchange warbled in your ears as blood pulsed through your head, dizzying you and shortening your breath. The supervisor went to the door, but it swung open before she touched the handle. Mary appeared, twice as red as when she entered.

“Move!” She spat, and the supervisor stepped aside.

Mary walked right to your desk and didn’t break eye contact with you for a second. “Call my husband’s lawyer and set up a meeting. We’re going over this bullshit settlement in the presence of the law.”

Henry finally appeared, shaken and ready to burst. “Don’t talk to her. Your problem is with me.”

Mary gave a dry chuckle. “She another one of your whores?”

“Excuse me—”

A security guard rounded the corner and Henry sighed. When Mary saw him, her chuckle turned into a great peal of laughter. “Oh, you’ve called security on me, of course. Well, let it be known that your precious Mr. H. Deaver is a cheat and a liar who fucks whores!”

“Mary, Jesus Christ, just go before you get yourself in trouble,” Henry insisted.

“I’m surprised you can get your dick up for the prostitutes,” she jabbed. “Oh, I will ruin you. You’ll have nothing but an outfit left after this. You want your divorce? You want freedom? I hope you enjoy it with an empty bank account!”

“Ma’am, you need to come with me,” the security guard motioned for her to come away.

Mary stormed past the guard and left the entire floor gawking like fish in a tank. All eyes were on Henry, including yours. He stood straight at the door to his office, shaking his head. Once you were certain his wife was far enough down the elevator shaft, you got up and went into the office.

The wreckage was merely a drinking glass and the manila envelope in shreds on the desk. Henry came in quietly, shut the door and risked a look at you. “That went terribly.”

“Well, now the entire world knows. Or, at least, the entire floor.”

“I’m sure the news will travel quick.” Henry pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. 

“What happened?”

“She received my settlement proposal.”

“And? Suffice to say she didn’t agree with it?”

“She said her friend saw me... Us. I was a few days away from an even fifty-fifty split. Somebody saw us out. Now she wants everything... And...” His words trailed off.

“And?”

“She wants to keep my cat.”

“Your... Cat?”

“I have a cat at the house. He would have come with me to the condo, but the pet policy... Oh, god. She will never let me see him again.”

You tried not to point out the absurdity of the situation, but Henry was visibly upset. 

“She just announced to the world that you fuck prostitutes, and you’re upset about a cat?”

“He’s not just a cat. He’s my cat! I adopted him. He’s mine and she won’t give him to me.”

“Henry... A cat.”

“You don’t understand, okay? This cat... He was there when she wasn’t. She doesn’t even care about him! She buys him the cheapest food possible. And he hates her!”

“She threatened to drain you, Henry! In front of your entire office.”

“No. No... This is good,” Henry nodded. “This is great. She came in here like a hurricane. All I have to do is call up her supervisor and tell them what happened. She’ll lose her job over this. She won’t be able to afford her lawyer.”

“This is insanity,” you mumbled.

“Help me,” Henry took a step closer to you. “Babe... You have to help me. We need to get Gromit back.”

“Gromit?” You tried not to giggle.

“If she hasn’t changed the locks on the house yet, I can still go in there. We can go get him.”

“We?”

Henry grabbed your hand and brought your fingers to his lips for a quick kiss out of habit. “Please, baby. I need you.”

A knock on the door forced Henry to step back quickly. The feeling stayed on your fingers as he called for whoever it was to come in. It was another security guard with a clutch of inquisitive employees peering in behind him. “Everything okay in here, Mr. Deaver?”

“I’m fine, my good man,” Henry’s chest puffed out. “Thank you.”

The guard left with a nod and Henry deflated when the door closed again.

“So, are you up for a cat-heist?”

“You want me to become a real-life cat-burglar with you?” The question rang with a hint of amused unrest. 

“Yes. I need you to help me steal my cat. Please.”

All of the trepidation shaking your nerves faded and you nodded with a smile. “All right, fine. Let’s steal your cat back.”

~*~

You never knew what Henry’s house looked like, but you had your suspicions. It was a large two-story home on the outskirts of a suburb, one of a handful that wasn’t a copy of all the other tidy homes in the area. Henry parked down the street and you waited in his car until his wife pulled away.

“She’s going to her book club. She should be out for at least an hour,” Henry explained.

After work, Henry took you home so you could change out of your office clothes into something subtle and civilian. Henry shed his jacket, tie and unfastened the first two buttons of his shirt. There was a rosy splotch on his collarbone peeking out from his undershirt — a little mark you left on him the night before.

Henry went in first, disarmed the alarm and then motioned for you to come in. There was no time to take in the details of the house, but it was just as magazine-worthy as you expected it to be. The floors were shiny, the banister polished and there wasn’t a dusty object on the shelving units.

“Won’t she notice the cat’s gone missing?”

“Oh, I don’t think so. At least not for a while. I paid the cleaning lady to feed him and pet him every day. She doesn’t care enough to notice.”

“Okay, well, if you’re not worried then I suppose I shouldn’t be.”

“Of course not. It’s my house, too. My name’s on the mortgage,” Henry pointed out.

Without further questioning, you followed Henry upstairs while he whispered for the cat. At the top floor landing, Henry let out a soft gasp. Alarmed and still on edge from the incident at the office, your eyes shot to where Henry was looking. A grey tabby cat brushed up against a doorjamb, purring and mewling for attention.

“Gromit! My boy!”

You watched him pick the cat up and cradle it in his arms like a child. The cat didn’t seem to mind the treatment and nudged his owner’s chin affectionately.

“Okay, that’s some next-level cuteness,” you scoffed.

Henry beamed at you. “Told ya. He’s the cutest boy in the galaxy. Yes, he is!”

Not wanting to interrupt their reunion, your eyes wandered over some photos on the wall. There were pictures of parents, grandparents, extended family and a few of a younger Henry looking happy with his wife. You wondered how long into their marriage they were in the photos. When Henry noticed you looking, he set the cat back down and went to you.

There was a photo of Henry and Mary sitting at a table in their wedding clothes. Mary was gazing at the document that Henry was signing with a recognizable silver pen. It was the same silver pen you saw him writing with before you ever knew his name; the pen she saw in your hand earlier that day.

“Hey. Everything good?”

You smiled at him, though your heart skipped a beat. “Yes, everything’s good. I just like to see old photos of you... Even if they’re with her. God, you’ve aged well. You’re so handsome.”

His cheeks turned pink. Henry was still green with receiving compliments about his looks. The man had convinced himself over the years he was nothing more than average, but the intensity of his bi-coloured eyes, the cut of his cheekbones and the plumpness of his lips told otherwise. You touched his chest and kissed the space between his nose and cheek before going for his mouth.

“Soon you and I can have our photos up on a wall.”

“I’d rather have you fuck me up on a wall.”

“Yeah?” Henry’s eyes darkened with mischief. “You want to fuck in my old bedroom?”

“On the bed that you used to sleep in with your wife? The bed she sleeps in every night?” You asked. 

“Um, yes?”

“Fuck yes, let’s do it.”

#henry deaver x mistress #henry deaver fanfiction #bill skarsgard fanfiction

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Mother dragon (13); Winchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Boy oh boy do I got some news for you all. Yesterday I took the time after having thanksgiving lunch/dinner, and I finished this chapter from start to finish. Which means now that this chapter is done, I can post up the remaining two chapters that I’ve had done for months now. So that means this story is finally complete and will come to an end today. I hope you all enjoy the final binge reading. Cause since I’ve managed to update so much throughout this break, I’m gonna hold off on updates till I finish everything school related.

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By mid-morning, we finally arrived back at the den. Deacy phased back into his human form as I was clinging onto his back feeling my vision going in and out once again.

“Deacy—why?”

“Be thankful that Warren came back and got us when he did. Now why the hell would you sacrifice yourself like that? Percy could’ve killed you!” oh great now I’m getting the parental lecture from my own son.

I was then set down onto the floor and Deacy turned around and gripped my arms as he snapped at me again.

“Why would you foolishly use yourself as bait and be sent over to Percy!? Are you really that stupid mum!?”

“Hey I was trying to save your Beta. Would you rather have him be dead than—” suddenly I felt faint and began falling forward.  Then from anger to worry, Deacy’s whole demeanor changed as he began to cry out.

“Mum? Mum! What’s…..what’s wrong mum?”

“She’s been injected with acid venom.” I heard Cas’ voice say.  I felt Stephen’s hands come up and brush the hair away from my neck and he said.

“He’s right. That’s definitely acid venom. Kisara and I need to drain the venom out before there’s any further damage done to her.” I was then picked up bridal style and once again I felt myself flying up into the sky.

*3rd Person POV*

“I’ll get Kisara.” Apophis stated he took off flying to find his mate and tell her about their midwife mother dragon.  Deacy just stared up in absolute horror said.

“If anything happens to her I’ll—”

“Hey Deacon, relax. She’ll be okay. If she’s somehow managed to survive being injected for this long, she may pull through.” Sam assured him as he placed a comforting hand on the Alpha dragon’s shoulder.

“Yeah. She’s been attacked by a pack of Vetalas, vamps, werewolves, being possessed by a demon, dick angels and even the crazed human now and again.” Deacon turned towards him with a look that said ‘is this supposed to make me feel better?’ while Sam looked at his brother with a ‘really?’ look.

“What Dean’s trying to say is…..she’s a tough girl. She’ll be okay.”

“But this is impossible to begin with. I’ve seen dragons die with just a scratch of acid spitter venom. It’s almost equivalent to a black mamba’s. If she hadn’t died yet, I fear what has and will happen to her.”

Up in the healing wing, both Kisara and Stephen worked together in making a concoction as well as ‘anti-venom’ of sorts to try and counteract the venom she’s probably been exposed to.

“And you guys said she was still able to function?” asked Kisara as she prepped the potion.

“Yes. It’s—it’s almost a miracle on how she’s managed to survive. Based on the rash that’s already on her neck, it looks like she’s been injected more than once. I—I honestly don’t know if this’ll work.”

“It’s got to though, or at least we have to try. For our alpha’s sake.”

“Right, right, is the anti-venom ready yet?”

“Yeah, where do you want me to inject her?”

“It’s best if it’s at the source. So right here 4 inches above her main vein artery in her neck.” Stephen said as he placed the final piece, a lock of (y/n)’s hair into a hex bag to prepare the spell that would help the healing process go faster.  Kisara walked over to (y/n)’s unconscious body and kneeled down beside her.

“I’m sorry mother dragon.” She whispered.  She then injected the serum into her neck and the second the needle went away, Stephen took over and placed the hex bag near her and began to chant a healing incantation in old Norwegian tongue.

The rash around (y/n)’s neck began to glow a bright green.  Kisara kept a watchful eye on (y/n) as Stephen’s got faster and more intense as he repeated the same chant over and over again.  Then after Stephen ceased the chanting, (y/n) shot up gasping for air.

*My POV*

I woke up with a start and I saw Kisara and Stephen sitting over me.

“Easy (y/n), easy. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Kisara assured me.  I looked up at her and said.

“What happened?”

“You passed out from the acid spitter venom. Stephen and I tried to help cure you of the venom.”

“Did it work?”

“We’ll see. I mean—after all you are the only person to survive acid spitter venom. Anyone and anything that gets exposed to venom like that falls down dead within minutes. And to a human it should’ve killed you instantly.”

“Stephen don’t scare the poor woman.” Kisara hissed. She turned back towards me and said, “I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’m just happy they brought you back from Percy’s alive.” She hugged me and I hugged her back.

A knock was soon heard at the door and Stephen went up to thee door and opened it to reveal the guys as well as Apophis, Warren and Deacon.

“How is she?” asked Sam.

“Why don’t you come and see for yourself Winchester?” the three of them immediately came in and Sam was the first one to approach me.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I think so. I mean I don’t feel as tired as I have been the past 24 hours.” He sighed in relief and was the first one to hug me.  I rubbed his arm and that’s when Cas came up next and hugged me back.

“I thought we’d lost you.”

“Sorry to worry you Cas. But you of all people should know it’s hard to keep me dead.”

“Even I know that. A true Winchester even though you’re not one by blood.” Said Dean as he ruffled my hair and was the last one to embrace me.

“You sure you’re okay?” asked Apophis.  Dean separated from me and I turned towards the Egyptian dragon and said.

“Yeah. I mean like I said at least I don’t feel as shitty as I have been back with Percy.” I then turned to Deacon who looked like he had something on his mind. “Deacy? You okay sweetie?” he turned towards me and came up to me.  He knelt down and placed his forehead to my lap.

“I’m sorry mum. I’m so—so sorry.” I stroked my hand through his hair and said assuringly and motherly.

“It’s okay. I’m here Deacy. You know that it takes more than venom to take down your mother, huh?” he looked up at me, tears brimming in his eyes.

“I just—when I was told that you had been taken to Percy I just…..I was so afraid at what he’d do to you. Or that he—already had killed you had he found out who you really were.”

“Well he tried to find out, but I didn’t squeal about our relationship.”

“Yeah just told him about us.” piped in Dean.

“I was drugged so watch it Dean.” I warned him with a sharp look before turning back to Deacon.  “I promise Deacy, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You really mean that?”

“Yes. Consider it a mother’s promise.” He smiled softly.

“You’ve been so kind to me mum, better than any human has been to me in years.”

At that moment, a portal opened up at the side of the healing wing and the next thing I saw, Warren’s tail tossed Sam, Dean and Cas through the portal.

“But as long as Percy’s alive, he’s still a threat to you. It pains me to say this but (y/n) (l/n). As the Alpha dragon I forbid you from coming back to this sanctuary until Percy is either dead, or I am.”

“Whoa-whoa, wait no Deacon what are you doing?!” he picked me up and took me towards the portal.

“I can’t risk your life again. I’ve already lost one mum and I can’t afford to lose another one. Just know that I will always love you.” He then tossed me through the portal and I landed on the other side of it.

“No!” but before I could take another step, the portal disappeared.  “No. No. No, no, no, no! No! No! NOOO!!!” I screamed as I pounded on the ground.

“That sneaky son of a—”

“Dean.” Sam said stopping his brother from finishing that statement.  I felt Cas’ hands on my shoulders and I sobbed out.

“How could he?”

“He must’ve thought this was the best for you. Just like you’ve done for him.” I lowered my head and allowed a couple of tears to fall from my face.

*3rd Person POV*

Everyone but Kisara wore a face of shock.

“Deacon how—how could you?”

“Kisara.” Apophis stopped her.  With eyes filled with regret, Deacon immediately turned away and walked out of the healing wing.

“Why did you boys agree to this? What the hell were you three thinking?”

“She was captured by Percy Kisara. Deacon knew that even if he got a vow from Percy to not touch or harm her, he’d still do it. Even if she were the Alpha’s mother.” Warren stated.

“That makes her more of a target than even Deacon. He told us that once we got her back, it was best to send her home. Because not even someone like Percy would know where the Men of Letter’s American bunker could be at.” Apophis said.

“Because they have various abandoned bunkers and locations. It’s—it’s what’s best for them.” Stephen finished as he began to clean up his station.  With nothing but silence in the room, Warren was the first to leave, followed by Apophis and finally Kisara.

Stephen sighed heavily and turned to where he just had the portal opened a second ago before whispering.

“I’m sorry (y/n).”

*My POV*

After pulling myself together and the four of us walking ahead, it turned out that Deacon had ordered Stephen to take us back to the bunker.  We entered inside and all was quiet with Deacon now gone.

Of course I immediately left the guys and went to be by myself.  I showered and cleaned myself up as well as ease all the bruises that I probably had not just from the torture but also the dragon training I had been doing.  

As I stared at myself in my black robe with a towel over my head, I just stared at myself through the mirror.  I swished across my mirror to rid of the misty heat that got onto the mirror and couldn’t believe what my son had just done.

He actually played me like a fiddle and now he’s forbidden me from going to him until either Percy is dead or until he’s dead. I can’t believe he’d do that to me, how could he do that to me?

I removed my towel which allowed my hair to collapse and as I began to brush through it, something caught my eye.  I narrowed my eyes and hopped up onto my sink and turned my head to the left and noticed something at the back of my neck starting from behind my earlobe.

It was a small scar about 4-5 inches that looked like a small incision.

“Sam!” I cried out.

Now dressed I was sitting in the map room while Sam looked over the incision on the back of my neck.

“Yeah this—this is definitely too shallow to be a dragon cut. And you’re sure you don’t remember getting nicked when you fell down the hole with Warren?”

“I swear all that happened to me was just bruising on my back. There wasn’t any twigs or branches in the trap, it was all dirt and soil.”

“Okay. Well then, are you sure you want me to cut it open?”

“Call me paranoid or just seen too many spy movies, but I need to know exactly what Percy might’ve done to me while I was high off acid venom.” He took out his scalpel and handed me one of my belts.

I placed the belt in my mouth and took a deep inhale in before exhaling out.  I nodded to him and he nodded back before beginning to slowly cut down the incision. I let out a growl and breathed harshly and heavily as he trailed downwards.

“Hey Sammy, I’m running out to—what the hell is going on here!?”

“Dean what the hell?! You’re lucky I had to take the blade away from her otherwise I could’ve killed her.” Sam snapped.

“Sam what exactly are you doing?” Cas said as he came to us.

“(Y/n) found a stitched up incision on her neck. She believe Percy might’ve done something to her while she was drugged.” I looked at the other two as I breathed harshly trying to recover from the pain of having a blade cut through my skin.

“What do you think he did to you?” asked Dean.

“She thinks she might be bugged or something.”

“What you mean like chipped?”

“Yeah.” Dean and Cas looked to me and Dean said.

“(N/n), not to say I don’t believe you but don’t you think you’re being a little too paranoid.” I took the belt out of my mouth and said.

“No Dean. Based on what I’ve been told about him, never would he just let us go like that. It can’t be just because I’m the Alpha’s mother. He’s planning something, but I don’t know what. Cause the Parents of the alpha to dragons are revered more than the Alpha themselves, if Percy knew that I would be worth more than Deacy and the entire nest combined.”

“It struck me as suspicious too. A revered dragon trapper such as himself would never let go of his prey. Nor anyone who has tried to stop him. So why us?” Cas added in.

“Okay so, shall I continue?” asked Sam as he held up his scalpel again.  I nodded and put my belt back in my mouth.

“Hold on (y/n).” Cas came up to me and placed his fingers to my forehead and instead of passing out, I felt a little numb. He also took the belt out of my mouth and he said to Sam “Okay Sam, now do it.”

“Cas are you—”

“It’s alright Dean. I’ve just made her numb to the blade. She can’t feel it.” As Sam placed the blade back to my neck and continued the downward cut, turns out Cas was right.  I was completely numb to the pain of the blade, I could feel myself being cut but I wasn’t in pain.

Once he was done, he put it down then took out two pairs of tweezers and used one to open the flab of my skin while he used the other one to dig around.

It wasn’t long however when he pulled something out and to my worst nightmare, it was what I feared it was.

Percy had bugged me with a tracker.

As Cas healed up my mini-surgery and I picked up the tracker, my heart dropped.

“Is that—” started Dean.

“A tracker. He—oh god he knows.” I sat up in a panic. “he knows where the nest is. He knows exactly where we went and he knew Deacon would probably send us home. They’re defenseless. He’ll take them all, we’ve—we’ve gotta help him!” But before I could race off back to my room, Sam stopped me and said.

“Hang on (y/n). We—we don’t know what exactly we’ll be up against. We need to—rationalize before we run head first.”

“Rationalize? Sam by the time we do, Percy will have taken them all hostage. He’ll kill every single one of them. The dragonlings, the females, Kisara who is pregnant in case you have forgotten. And sell them off or worse mount their heads like trophies!”

“So—what you’re ultimately suggesting is that we just run in head first into a battle with probably hundreds of dragon hunters and trappers, those acid spitting sons of bitches and Captain Hook?” asked Dean.

The two of us stared each other down.  At this point I thought we were about to go toe to toe once again about helping my son who is a dragon and he having a beef with helping monsters.

But I was surprised at what Dean said next.

“I like those odds.”

“What now?” I asked confused.

“I mean hell we’ve been through worse situations than this. Plus no one bugs my sister but me.” I narrowed my eyes at him but I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he was willing to help.

“The dragons have done much for us, the least we can do is help them. Whether the Alpha wants it or not.” Said Cas.  Sam looked at us like we were crazy but one look from me and he said with a sigh.

“Well there’s nothing I can say to change your mind is there?” I shook my head no. “Alright we’ll do it. But just one thing; how are we gonna get back to England fast enough?”

“I have a few ideas.” I said with a smirk.

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[setaripendragon]

Never Simple - Chapter 1

Okay! This is... this one is kind of ridiculous. So, I watched Venom a couple of weeks ago, figuring, you know, I was already neck-deep in the soul-bond tentacle-porn on Ao3, I ought to at least see the source material, even if I expected to find it kind of cringey. (Given that everyone also raved about Ragnarok, and I actually couldn’t watch it because of the cringe, I had reason to worry, but) I absolutely loved it. There was only one moment of genuine cringe, right at the beginning, and from there on, it was, as the internet had assured me, a beautiful, ridiculous rom-com XD Why am I talking about Venom on a story tagged with FMA? Because I’ve spent the last two weeks crossing Venom over with everything. Skyfall, Torchwood, Elementary, Teen Wolf, and, thanks to @furisca, FullMetal Alchemist. So yeah, I have plans for this story (so many fix-it style plans), but I have no idea if I’m going to manage to write them all, where this story is actually going, or how I’m going to end it, but... have the first insane 5K I wrote in an inspired delirium anyway. (Warnings: Character death, severe illness and seizures, sort of body horror? I tried not to make it too gory, but I also had some fun trying to evoke that skin-crawly horror feel, so, yeah.)

Teacher had called it making a deal with the devil, but Ed didn’t believe in any sort of god or devil or anything like that. Alchemy was science, and it was simple. Knowledge was power. The more you knew, the more you could do. If you knew how the pieces fit together, you could twist them and shape them into anything you liked. That was how alchemy worked.

And, sure, the human body was complicated – massively, incredibly, bewilderingly complicated – but it wasn’t unknowable. The knowledge was there, in the very fact that those molecules, those atoms had come together in that way, in that form. The entire equation was there, written into their very existence. Which meant that with enough knowledge, they could fix their mum.

The doctors didn’t know what was wrong. Mum had been sick for years, and no one could tell her what was wrong. She’d tried to hide it at first, but that hadn’t lasted. They might have been young, but they weren’t stupid. They were actually pretty fucking smart, if Ed did say so himself.

It had taken them years of study, of plumbing the depths of alchemy and human biology, but Ed was pretty sure they had their answer at last. Ed had found it in a footnote in one of their deadbeat dad’s journals. In the one explaining the very basics of alchemy. Jotted in the margin of the basic explanation that Ed could recite by heart; Alchemy is the science of understanding the structure of matter, breaking it down, then reconstructing it as something else.

Always, always, they’d been taught, understanding had to come first.

The note in dad’s journal said otherwise.

Deconstruction came first. Understanding only came from taking a thing and pulling it apart to see how it worked.

It was dangerous, of course. Ed understood that. Physically, you could pull a thing apart, and the only negative consequence would be not being able to put it back together again. Pulling a thing apart with alchemy? If you couldn’t understand it quickly enough, thoroughly enough, the backlash would be devastating. They certainly weren’t going to try in on Mum without testing it first.

At least, that was the plan, until Ed sent Al to get them a few drops of Mum’s blood while he double checked their array, and before a minute had gone by, Al screamed; “BROTHER!” Ed dropped the book he was holding, uncaring as to its fate as he rushed upstairs, a horrible sort of anticipatory dread coiling slow and sickening inside him.

Sure enough, when he joined Al in their mum’s room, it wasn’t hard to see why Al had screamed. Mum was- Ed couldn’t think the word, but she was perfectly still, sprawled limply with her eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling, glassy and empty, one arm flung out like she’d been trying to reach for something on the night-stand, and just… switched off half way through the motion.

Ed’s head filled with a litany of denial, and he just stood there, dumbfounded with horror and the terrible creeping certainty that they were too late. Beside him, Al let out a wretched sob, almost a wail, and Ed snapped back into the present. “No.” He said, but this time, it was full of determination and ferocity. “We can still do this.” He announced, startling Al. “Get some chalk, we’re going to have to redraw the array up here.” Ed didn’t think he could handle trying to carry Mum down to the basement like this.

“B-Brother?” Al stammered.

“Chalk!” Ed repeated, and finally saw understanding, hope, and then determination fill his brother’s eyes, too. With a nod, Al bolted out of the room. Ed took the moments he was gone to go and… and check. He tentatively wrapped his hand around Mum’s wrist and pressed his fingers to her pulse. She was still warm, but there was no movement under his fingertips, no pulse.

That knowledge nearly broke him, would have broken him if it hadn’t been for the array all planned out and plotted in the back of his mind. They could do this. They had to. Al returned, breathless and brandishing a whole box of chalks, and they set to work. It took them a while, because the array was so stupidly complicated, and every minute that slipped by was another minute that dragged their mother further and further away from them.

They had to push the bed out of the way to finish it, and then, once it was done, they were forced to face the fact that they needed to move their mother into the center of the array. After sharing a dismayed look with Al, Ed set his jaw, and set to it, stubbornly ignoring the horrible fact of how lifeless the body in his arms was. It wouldn’t be that way for long.

And then it was ready.

“This is going to work, Al.” Ed asserted. Al nodded, eyes burning just as fiercely as Ed’s, and grabbed Ed’s hand, gripping tightly, desperately. Ed squeezed back reassuringly, then let go so he could kneel beside their array. Al followed his lead and, in unison, they reached out and pressed their hands to the edge of the circle, activating their array. Actinic light spilled out as energy crackled through the lines they’d etched painstakingly across the floor of the basement, the force of it whipping their hair about their heads and tugging at their clothes.

The world came apart at the seems.

“Foolish little alchemist.”

Ed jumped, looking around, but there was nothing. Just an endless expanse of pristine white nothingness, stretching out into infinity. He turned around again, and jumped again, because he could have sworn there was nothing there, before, but now? Now he found himself looking up at a huge stone door, etched with a strangely branching tree. “Who- who’s there? Where are you? Where am I?!” Ed blurted out, peering around the sides of the great stone door, but there was only more nothingness beyond it.

“I’m so glad you asked!” The voice responded, but it didn’t sound glad. It sounded bitter. It sounded like Ed did, when he was forced to talk about dad. “I am nothing, and everything. The universe, and the void. I am, and so you are. I am Truth.” Ed spun around again, as the voice seemed to coalesce behind him, and he saw-

He stumbled backwards until his back hit the stone door, incomprehension sending him recoiling. The thing in front of him looked almost human. Two arms, two legs, a head, all in the right places, but wrong. There was no definition, no features, no solidity, just a writhing, amorphous mass of white-on-white that was only barely managing a paltry attempt at a human form. It grinned at him, showing off teeth that would have looked more at home on a piranha than a human, and waved a not-hand at the nothingness around them. “And this, little alchemist, is me.”

A deep, groaning crack reverberated out from behind Ed, and terror seized him. Every fibre of his being was telling him to run, to run and not look back for a second, but he couldn’t help it, he had to know what was there, so he turned, slowly, forcing himself to move one inch at a time, until he could see, out of the corner of his eye, what was behind the door.

Ed screamed.

He tried to scramble backwards, all the while keep his eyes on the incomprehensible writhing mass of strangely geometric viscera teeming and seething within the stone archway. Before he had gone more than two steps, though, his back hit something solid, with just a hint of give to it. Like flesh, but not, too slick, too fluid. He froze. Even the air in his lungs froze.

Two not-hands came up beside his head. He could see them moving just on the edges of his vision, curling round, closing in, and panic stole all rational thought from his mind. “I thought this was what you wanted, you arrogant little shit.” The not human thing behind him crooned, as those hands pressed over his face.

This time, it was Ed that came apart at the seams.

The worst part? The worst part was that he could feel it. He could taste it. Every molecule that broke away from the whole, every atom that was wrenched out of alignment. He knew by taste-feel-weight-texture-vibration what they were and what they did and how they fit. Right down to the plasma in his blood and the bacteria in his intestines, the bile in his liver and the mucous in his lungs. The electricity in his brain and all the little chemicals that strung the whole lot together into a functioning whole. He could feel membranes he hadn’t even known were there, knew the entire topographical structure of his lungs, felt every synapse in his brain as it was taken apart and shown to him. As he was vivisected all the way down to his atoms, until he was nothing more than biological mush. Just a puddle of writhing ooze on a blank white canvas.

And then he was whole again. Whole and gasping for breath as every nerve in his body tingled with visceral euphoria at being together and coherent again. “W-w-wha…” He tried to speak, to ask, to understand, but he couldn’t stop shaking long enough to get the words out.

“Equivalent exchange, little alchemist.” The voice said right into Ed’s ear from where it was standing directly behind him, breathing on his neck. All the hair on his body stood up on end, and he lurched away and around, wanting that thing and it’s teeth where he could see them-

It looked like Alphonse.

Al’s golden hair and Al’s hazel eyes and Al’s button nose and a mouth full of razors in a jagged crescent, splitting his face in two. “You opened the gate. You came here, in your arrogance, to take something from me, and you thought there wouldn’t be consequences?” It demanded, furious and vicious and smug.

“NO!” Ed screamed. He lunged forwards, grabbing the thing that was wearing his brother by the shoulders and shaking it. “GIVE HIM BACK! ALPHONSE!”

The world slipped away and slid back into place, a moment of vertigo and the nothingness was filled in. Ed wasn’t standing, he was half-lying, half-kneeling over Alphonse’s limp form sprawled across their basement floor. He looked like he was sleeping, no sign of those awful teeth or the horror sealed behind a huge stone door except for the way Ed could still half remember what his own brain tasted like.

“A-Al?” Ed breathed, unable to make his voice any louder with the horrible, terrible fear surging through him. Al’s shoulders shifted beneath his hands, moving with the suddenly rapid rise and fall of his chest. “Al?!” Ed called, stronger, more urgent, but the only response he got was not from Al.

There was a gurgling gasp from the center of the array. Ed’s head snapped up, breath caught somewhere in his throat, to stare at Mum. She was moving. She shuddered and arched until her back cleared the floor. “Mum?!” Ed called, not quite willing to let go of Al just yet, but still desperately wanting confirmation that all that horror had been worth it.

Instead, what he got was discordant, reverberating laughter spilling out of his mother’s mouth. Jagged fangs bloomed behind her open lips, and when her eyes opened, they were opalescent white from lid to lid, and getting larger. They spilled out over the edges of her eyelids, while crystalline blue oozed out of her pores, crawling over her skin.

“No…!” Ed breathed, hope turning sour in a heartbeat.

The thing that wasn’t really his mother zeroed in on him, head twisting too far to be natural, and whole body contorting in ways that made Ed want to vomit. “Yes!” She – it – crooned, and the worst part was Ed thought he could almost hear his mother’s voice under the distortion. The monster laughed again, and lunged. Ed didn’t even see it coming, just registered that it was starting to move, and then the next thing he knew, he was pinned to the floor with a monster that used to be his mother looming over him, maw gaping wide and getting closer. “Mum?” Ed begged, even though he had no idea if his mum was even still alive – alive again – in there. “Mum, p-please don’t-!”

The monster paused, jerked forwards – making Ed flinch – only to suddenly fling itself backwards, back into the array. “No.” That was Mum’s voice, ragged and hoarse, but entirely and only Mum’s voice. Ed sobbed before he could stop himself. “You won’t have my boys-! Will. Hungry-! Over my dead body!”

Ed flinched at the words, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the way Mum screamed next, thrashing and convulsing in jerky, jittering motions. There was a crack, followed by another, and then several more in quick succession as Mum’s limbs twisted themselves into unnatural shapes, bones splintering and tearing skin, spilling blood. One last, violent flail was cut short when her head hit the ground with a terrible crunch, and she – it – went still, the blue sinking away back under the skin as the red spilled out, leaving Mum looking like a contortionist’s nightmare, and entirely lifeless once again.

Ed choked on a sob, but his grief was put on hold when Al let out a pained, confused groan. He couldn’t stand – his legs were shaking too much to support his weight, so he half-crawled, half-shuffled back over to his brother’s side, and patted his cheek. Al’s face screwed up, even as his mouth opened on panting breaths. A mouth full of normal, boring, perfectly human teeth.

He cast half a glance over his shoulder towards the… thing in the middle of the array, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to look at it head on before a shudder overtook him and he looked away. Al didn’t need those nightmares as well, he decided, and carefully pulled his brother up and around so his back was towards the middle of the room and they were facing the door.

Al lurched, and for a moment Ed was afraid he was going to fall, but all he did was lean over and throw up weakly onto the floor, one hand slapping down to support himself on an arm that shook violently. “Shit, Al-” Ed choked out, throwing an arm around Al’s shoulders just in time to keep him from collapsing face-first into the pool of his own vomit. Al made an unhappy noise, and dropped his head onto Ed’s shoulder. Ed flinched, because the bare skin of Al’s cheek was burning to the touch, and he could feel that even through his t-shirt. “Oh, fuck-” Ed didn’t need the echoes of everything Truth had shown him to know that that? Wasn’t a good sign.

“B-broth…” Al mumbled weakly, sounding just as tired and pained as Mum did- used to- That was not a comparison Ed wanted to make right now, so he shut that thought down hard. He also tried not to think about how what he desperately wanted to do right now was scream for his mum and have her come soothe them and fix everything, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t because she was dead, and- He shook the thoughts off with a hiccuped back sob, and focused on getting Al out of the room before he came to enough to notice-

Al managed to coordinate his feet enough to be moderately helpful in walking to their bedroom, where Ed tucked him into bed, and Al promptly passed out. Which was good, because Ed knew he couldn’t hold it together much longer. He half stumbled down the stairs and called the only other person he could think of to turn to for help.

“Rockbell Automail.”

“G-granny? Al’s sick.” Ed said, and then choked. It was hard to keep the desperate, panicked sobs in now that he’d said it out loud.

“Edward?” Granny asked sharply.

Ed sobbed once, and then forced it back down, because he needed to be strong, for fuck’s sake. Needed to keep his shit together long enough to get Al the help he needed. “Al’s sick.” He said again, because he couldn’t manage more than that. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll be right there.” Granny promised, and then hung up.

Ed put the phone down with a clatter, and went to check on Al again, only to find him peering blearily at Ed from under the arm he’d flung over his face. “Al?” Ed breathed, relief tinged with desperation. “Al, are you okay?”

“C’n I… food?” He asked plaintively, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow again. “M’hungry.”

“Yeah! Yeah, sure.” Ed agreed. Honestly, he would have agreed to just about anything Al asked for, right now. He hurried down to the kitchen and frantically searched for something healthy that wouldn’t need a lot of preparation time. He settled on grabbing an apple for now, and filling a jug with water, and brought them up to Al. “Got you some water as well.” He explained, unnecessarily, as he put them on the bedside table. He poured a glass of water, and helped Al drink it, because his hands were shaking too badly to hold it steady by himself.

Truthfully, Ed’s hands weren’t doing much better, but between them, they managed to get more of the water into Al than on him. Then Ed offered him the apple. Al just about snatched it and sank his teeth into it with alarming voracity. He didn’t stop until the whole thing was gone, core and all. “Al…?” Ed asked tentatively, holding himself very still, uncomfortable visions of a different set of teeth swimming hazily in his mind.

“Brother?” Al echoed, a touch of a tremor in his voice.

Shit. Ed needed to pull himself together, before his freak out made Al freak out. He tried for a smile, and knew it must have fell miles short when Al’s face crumpled. “I guess you’d like another one, huh?” He asked, pulling bravado over the top of his uncertainty.

Al licked his lips. “Somethin’…” He began hopefully. “Some… some of the… th’meat stew?”

“Sure.” Ed agreed. Reheating the stew didn’t take very long, and soon he was back at Al’s side, helping him sit up so he could eat. He got half way through it before his eyes widened and he shoved the bowl towards Ed, turning where he sat so that when he threw up, it ended up on the floor instead of in his lap. “Shit.” Ed said, because what the hell else could he say?

Al looked up, distress writ large across his face, his eyes pleading as they found Ed. “What’s- what’s wrong with m-me?” He asked desperately.

“I don’t know.” Ed admitted, even though he didn’t want to. He now knew exactly how fragile the human body was, what a delicate balance it hung in. There were just too many ways for it to go wrong, and it wasn’t as if the remnants of his knowledge of his own internal workings meant he had any hope of figuring out what was wrong with Al’s.

“What happened?” Al asked next, which wasn’t a very reassuring question.

“I don’t know.” Ed said again, a little more desperately.

Al looked at him with wide, tentative eyes. “Did- Did we- Is Mum…?” He stammered, not quite daring to hope.

It broke Ed’s heart, and his face crumpled up before he could stop it, his whole body shaking with suppressed sobs. It was awful, to watch that barely-there hope drain out of Al’s face to be replaced by the agony of grief. He started to cry, weak but unstoppable, and that just set Ed off, too, years of anxious grief pouring out of them all at once.

Ed pulled himself together first, when he heard Granny open the door and come stomping up the stairs. Al didn’t bother. Granny stopped in the doorway to take them in, and Ed looked over at her with a mixture of desperation and defiance. Granny just clicked her tongue at him. “Go get a mop, pipsqueak.” She  ordered, stepping inside and depositing her doctor’s bag on the end of Al’s bed.

Ed hopped up, glad for something to do. “He- he threw up twice.” He said, just before he left. “And he’s got a fever.”

“It’s probably just a bad stomach bug.” Granny assured him.

It could be that, or an infection, or the flu, or any number of his organs could be fucking up, like his appendix or his kidney or his pancreas. Maybe he hit his head and Ed didn’t notice and now he’s bleeding in his brain. Ed stared at her for a long moment, knowing that she could see just how not reassured he was by his expression, before he went to go get the mop.

He cleaned up their room, but even though he knew he ought to, he just couldn’t bring himself to go clean up Mum’s room, too. The memory of what she’d looked like after that- that thing was done with her flashed through his mind and he shuddered on a belated wave of horror, curling his arms around himself and focusing, desperately, on Granny fussing over Al. She was frowning, though, which only made Ed feel worse. “Granny?” He asked, wanting some answers, instead of this nameless, shapeless terror.

Granny glanced at him, then pursed her lips. “I think it’d be best if you boys came to stay at the clinic for a little while, so I can keep an eye on Al. It looks like an infection, which means antibiotics should clear it up, but just to be on the safe side.”

“Okay.” Ed agreed, even though he didn’t like the way Granny said it. He did actually kind of like the idea of not being in this house anymore, with the prickling awareness of what had happened in the other room constantly looming over his head. So he went to bundle Al out of bed and coax him into walking down to Winry’s house, while Granny bustled about getting a few clothes and their over-night stuff together for them.

“Ed…?” Granny called from upstairs once Ed had gotten Al to the front door. She sounded perturbed, but like she was trying to hide it so as not to upset him.

“Yeah?” Ed called back.

“Where’s your mother?”

Ed flinched, memory replaying, and no, no stop it. “In-” He choked, swallowed down the sob. “In her room.”

“No. She’s not.” Granny informed him, tone going sharp.

Ed jolted, looked to Al. Al looked back, frightened and bewildered, but he nodded hesitantly, and let go of the grip he had on Ed’s arm so that Ed could bolt back up the stairs. Granny moved out of his way, and he shoved into Mum’s room even though he really, really didn’t want to. The array was still there, half obscured by a few puddles of half-congealed- something. Not blood. It didn’t smell clean enough to be blood. Just… dead tissue. decomposing biological matter.

The memory of what Truth had done to him came back to him so vividly, so viscerally, that for a moment, Ed was half convinced he was going to simply collapse into his component parts and ooze away through the floorboards. “I-” He choked, unable to shape words through the guilt strangling his insides. “I th-think she dis-dissolved.”

“Dissolved?”

“She was- She wasn’t- We were just trying to- to bring her back, to fix it, but-” Ed shook his head, not wanting to go anywhere near the memory of what had happened.

Granny sighed, long and slow, heavy with her own grief. “Alright, back downstairs with you. Come on. I’ll come back to clean this all up later.” She continued to ramble a stream of reassuring nonsense at him as she chivvied him back downstairs and out of the house. Ed stuck close to Al’s side the whole way, but now that Al was moving, he seemed to be a little better.

Right up until they were standing on the Rockbell’s front porch, and Al just crumpled. Ed didn’t manage to grab him in time, but fell to his knees beside his brother as Al convulsed where he was lying, twitching and spasming like- like- Ed reached out to grab hold of Al in a desperate, useless attempt to try and help, but Granny barked “Don’t!” at him, and he recoiled.

“Why not? He’s-”

“He’s having a seizure, don’t try to hold him still.” Granny informed him briskly. She leaned over and tucked her balled up apron under Al’s head, and then, just… waited.

“There has to be something-!” Ed choked out. Granny just shook her head, leaving Ed to stew in terrified helplessness until Al stopped convulsing and went limp.

“Winry!” Granny called. “Come on, let’s get him inside.” She instructed, and Ed leapt to help pick Al up. Winry appeared in the doorway and gasped, but then her expression set and she moved to help without a single moment of hesitation or distress. Ed was absurdly grateful, because he didn’t think he could handle her upset on top of his own.

They carried Al into the patient room on the ground floor, and then Ed parked himself by his brother’s bedside and refused to be moved. Granny tried to convince him to take one of the guest beds that were semi-permanently reserved for him and Al anyway, but Ed just glared at her, mulish and silent, until she threw her hands in the air and stalked off to get some antibiotics for Al.

Sitting vigil by Al’s bedside was awful, but Ed couldn’t bring himself to move. It was quiet, especially when Winry gave up keeping him company and went to bed, which gave Ed’s brain plenty of space to spin over everything that had happened, everything that had gone wrong in such a short space of time. He thought he might have slept at some point, folded over with his head on his arms on the side of Al’s bed, because that was the only explanation for why he jolted awake in a panic some time later.

The night blurred into the next day. Al woke up enough to eat, which was good, because he was clearly starving, going by how much he ate, but he didn’t seem to be fully aware of where he was or what was going on, and then he went right back to sleep. His fever went up even higher, and Granny made noises about maybe trying a different – stronger – antibiotic.

Maybe if Ed had slept better, he would have thought better of it, but in his wound up state of sleep-deprived anxiety, he threw caution to the winds. He knew, at least in theory, what was supposed to be in the human body, and what wasn’t. It shouldn’t be too hard to draw out an array that would kill the infection without doing Al any real harm.

He snuck out of the patient room and found a spare bit of chalk he or Al must have left lying around the last time they were here, and snuck back into Al’s room. He hovered for a moment by the bed, eyeing the available space, and then turned to crouch down. Before he could, though, a hand shot out and caught his wrist in a bruising grip. Ed yelped and turned to stare at Al, who was glaring at him in uncharacteristic anger.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time?!” The thing that was wearing Al’s face demanded.

Ed choked, wrenching his arm out of it’s grip. Or trying to, because no matter how he wrenched or twisted, he couldn’t get free. “So it is you!” Ed snarled, glaring right back. “Leave him alone! Let him go!” He demanded, furious and despairing.

“We cannot.”

Ed felt as if his chest was caving in under the weight of that simple statement. He sobbed once, twice, and bowed his head over where Al’s – not Al’s – hand was still wrapped around his arm. “Why?” He asked wretchedly. “Why- We did it together, we- it was my idea, so why are you punishing him but not me? Why didn’t you take me instead? You should have taken me instead!” He wailed, begged.

Truth yanked him down, so brutal and sudden that Ed stumbled and fell against the side of the bed, finding himself staring into familiar eyes made alien by the burning ferocity behind them. “Do you mean that?” It demanded, sharp and desperate.

Ed blinked at Al – at Truth – utterly bewildered by the sudden shift from coldly indifferent to blazing intensity. “Of course! He’s my brother, I’d do anything to keep him safe.” He swore. “You can take everything from me, so long as Al’s okay.”

“We cannot reverse all the damage, but without me, he will recover in time.” It informed him, which was so much better than the alternative that Ed didn’t even hesitate to nod. Something moved against his wrist, and when he looked, he saw tendrils, white and writhing and entirely too reminiscent of that place, spilling out of Al’s skin and seeping into Ed’s. The moment the last tendril detached from Al, he went boneless. Ed yelped in horror and scrambled to catch Al’s hand and check his pulse.

It was still there, and when Ed held very still and quiet, he could hear Al breathing, soft and steady. He slumped, all the way down to the floor, and pressed his head against the side of the mattress, trying not to cry and failing.

We need food.

Ed jumped, and looked around, but Truth hadn’t manifested anywhere, except… except inside him. “Fuck you. I’m not leaving Al.” He muttered to himself, relaxing again. And then something other than himself rolled his eyes. “Fuck. You.” Ed growled again, trembling finely and not relaxed at all anymore. If that thing could move his body without his permission…

Deal with the devil, indeed.

#Fullmetal Alchemist #Edward Elric #Alphonse Elric #Truth #alien symbiotes #Venom crossover #can we make this a new trend in fandom? #instead of Hogwarts AUs #alien symbiote AUs #pretty please? #I love the entire concept so much #(both the body horror and cannibalism side) #(and the biological soulmates body-sharing side) #xenobiology #I fucked with FMA backstory pretty badly for this one #as you might have guessed #the basic framework is the same #but the details are SO DIFFERENT #because alien symbiotes #obviously #Ed and Truth are off to a rocky start #but they'll get there in the end #after all #who else could possibly be Truth's perfect host? #I mean really #thiiis will probably be Royed #eventually

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A Tale of Ink and Venom

Chapter 3 - The Encounter

A/N - This one’s quite chonky so apologies in advance! Also light gore/violence near the end, for forewarning. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapter updates let me know! Enjoy! （*´▽｀*）

By the time I made it back to the labs most of the lower level was barren of people. A few stragglers lurked here and there to finish up what work they had while poor Barry struggled to stay awake during his patrol around the halls.

“Oh! Evenin’ Miss Knight,” he called, jolting awake as I passed. I shot him a hurried wave before continuing my brisk walk to Renato’s lab, caught up in the conversation Mr. Lee and I had shared. He had planted a seed of motivation in me that I hadn’t felt in ages and now that it was here I wasn’t going to let it disappear.

“Hey, I’m back! Sorry for being so late, I got caught up with Mr. Lee. Also, I wanted to run something by y- Bam?” I started as I walked into his lab only to pause short when I saw her full figure leaning against one of the tables. Renato pushed his glasses up and sauntered towards me with hand outstretched for the signatures like he did every time I returned. I obliged, too caught up in seeing my best friend to finish my sentence. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know. Needed some downtime to work on my projects and thought you could use some company. But I also nabbed us some free dinner!"

“I would hardly call the guilt-trip you gave me ‘nabbing free dinner’,” Renato muttered under his breath as he returned to his desk, fully ignoring Bam’s eyes following him the entire time.

“Did it not work?” she asked smugly.

“A little too well. Surprised you’re not following in your father's footsteps with how well you persuade people," he retorted.

"Ugh, way too drab. I wanna be the one that takes the scandal photos of the politicians. After all, how else was I going to get daddy to pay for my college tuition?"

Renato shared a look of suspicion with me and went silent at this, knowing he couldn’t beat Bambi at her own game. You see, despite her name being so innocent, she was not . To give context, the Banks were a family of politicians, and after her father had made the unfortunate decision of voicing interest in a bill to out mutantkinds identities during talk at the dinner table both Bambi and Benni had made it their god-given right to give him absolute hell. All it took were a set of scandalous photos taken of the parties involved and the super-sleuthing computer skills of Benni’s and the two had not only gotten the bill vetoed but also gained a full ride to college to keep quiet.

They didn’t. But that was another story for another day. All I can say is that I was glad that she was on our side because gods help you if she wasn’t.

“Anyway,” Renato sighed as he fished out his wallet from his back pocket, carefully removing some crisp bills to place in my hand, “Hate to send you right back out but we thought you’d be back sooner. You still like Mr. Basils, right?”

“Hmm, hard to say since we eat there every day,” I teased as I felt Bambi loop her arm around mine and drag me towards the door. “You got me my usual, right?” I called as I struggled against her pull, but Renato’s response was lost to the low hum of the machines whirring amidst the other rooms.

“Yeah, yeah, he got you something spicy. You like that, right?” Bambi answered as we headed back out into the streets once more and I nodded softly. Now that the sun was beginning to set the air grew cooler and I dove my hands into my hoodie. I felt her grip on me grow a little tighter as we walked in casual silence, noticing now that she had sacrificed warmth for style. She donned a light loose cardigan over a lace tank top where an array of different necklaces that jingled with every step we took. Her lower half consisted of shorts and chic ankle boots that made me wonder how in the world she thought she could manage in this weather. I had no time to properly question this before she cocked her head to the side and grinned. “So what’s the scoop? What you were going to ask Renato?” she inquired curiously.

I shrugged in response.

“It’s nothing serious, just some hypotheticals…” I admitted, feeling my stomach twist with hunger as a familiar smell wafted through the air. We had arrived at our destination sooner than expected, a Thai restaurant that was quoted as ‘The most lively hole in the wall in town!’, and I was inclined to agree. While it was small in size it almost never held an empty seat, and that was no different today as we shuffled into its busy entrance.

This didn’t matter to Bambi though, who’s eyes to lit up with curiosity at my words as we shuffled past a small group of people to get to the register.

“I love a good hypothetical. Go on,” she urged, but my attention had been fixated on the short double swinging doors that hid behind the counter. A small set of doors that had a smaller man burst through with arms that shot up in excitement at the sight of us moments later.

“My favorites, Pinky, and the Brain!” he greeted us warmly.

“Hi, Mr. Basil,” we chimed in unison, though Bambi’s grip grew slightly tighter around my arm at the nicknames. Mr. Basil was an elderly man who had opened this restaurant up with his wife many years ago. No one knew their real last name, only that they shared a love for basil so much that they made a business out of it, and it worked . Can’t fault someone for that logic. Especially when he was so warmhearted about it.

He hummed softly as he rang us up, disappearing back through the door before I could ask how business was doing.

Bambi, however, dropped her smile and rolled her eyes.

“Honestly, does he always have to call us Pinky and the Brain? I'm the one with the higher GPA."

"Why don't you tell him that sir brags-a-lot," I asked smugly while pointing to the pink poking from under her beanie. She scrunched her nose up in response.

“You still didn’t answer my question, by the way,” she added, the determination in her voice growing the longer I avoided talking about my earlier inquiries. “Spill the beans, Knight.”

“Okay, okay . It honestly wasn’t anything big I just..I was going to ask Renato if maybe he could pull some strings so I could visit Xavier’s School…” I admitted in a hushed tone, my hands wringing together nervously that others would overhear. I had never seen Bambi’s face light up as fast as it did when it clicked.

“No shit? Nina, that’s huge!” she grinned before wrapping her arms around me and squeezing tight. I smiled as I sank into her hug, a feeling of relief filling me at her support. As hard as I had tried to live a normal life I missed the days when I could be myself, and Bambi knew this all too well. It’s why she pushed me so hard to go back so I could spread my wings a little more, and after the pep talk I had gotten today I felt it was finally time to fly.

She separated herself from me as Mr. Basil reappeared, this time with a large, neatly wrapped bag and a smaller, more colorful wrapped bag beside it.

“Sorry for the wait! For Little Levi, Mrs. Basil’s special treat!” he whispered warmly and I blinked in surprise. Little Levi was short for Little Leviathan, Renato’s pet cuttlefish The Basils had fallen in love with after seeing one of many proud pet owner photos Renato carried with him at all times. I’d tease him mercilessly for this if I wasn’t absolutely taken by that adorable crustacean myself.

I just make fun of him for everything else instead.

We thanked him and Bambi and I both took a bag, her face set in a small, pleased smile as we set back for the lab.

“Why are you smiling like that?” I asked suspiciously, her pleasant silence causing me to grow curious.

“This sudden change of heart wouldn’t have anything to do with that video we saw this morning, would it?” she asked, her smile growing wider as I stopped abruptly and frowned. I hadn’t even thought of the video since we had watched it. Not even once.

Alright.

Maybe once.

“What? No! No. What video?” I laughed nervously before Bambi stopped as well, nudging me with a sly smirk.

“I’m kidding. But I am proud of you, Neeners. I know this is a big step for you and…” She was saying something to me, something that sounded borderline encouraging, or so I thought, but my attention was drifting elsewhere.

A trickle of people had begun rushing past us, voices of worry weaving in and out of my range of hearing before a low rumble broke through the air.

“Bambi,” I interrupted softly, the hushed voices I had been hearing now growing louder, footsteps growing more rapid as the trickle turned into a mass of panicked bodies running past us in the street. I watched as a wide-eyed man ran head-on into her before he picked himself up and continued running away unabashedly to both of our surprise, but Bambi was not having it.

“Asshole!” I heard her shout as she tried to recollect herself, drifting into the street to try and get a look at the man that had knicked her, but he had already melded into the group of other panicked people. My stomach began to dance like I had just unleashed a wasps nest inside of it, like something very bad was on its way and we needed to join them. “What’s going on…?” she asked, but I had no time to answer.

I saw it before she did, a giant piece of debris flying straight where she stood and I ran forward.

“Get out of the way!”

I yanked her back against the wall and we listened in stunned horror as it scraped against the ground with a terrible screech and slowed to a stop. Once the fear of almost having a decapitated best friend wore off my eyes adjusted to the scrap, a disfigured car door that had been ripped off its hinges as tossed aside.

Bambi’s eyes made her look like a deer in headlights before she turned to me in horror and gripped my hand that was visibly shaking.

“You saved me…”

“I…”

I tried to answer, but a low menacing roar rang through the air that made my voice catch in my throat. Every inch of my body told me to run the other way, to find safety and wait this sudden disaster out while the real heroes came to save the day. But somewhere deep down told me they were never coming, and my curiosity was too strong not to see who, or what was causing all of this chaos.

So I went forward.

“Wait up!” Bambi called as she joined my side, hand still glued to mine as we rushed against the current of panicked civilians. Together we stood at the corner of a nearby street while the screams around us continued. Ahead of us smoke blocked any sign of what was happening, like a final warning to leave while we still could.

Then, like a veil lifting, I saw it.

A hulking black silhouette getting up, the same hulking black mass I had seen in the blurred news photos earlier this morning. Renato’s worried speech rang through my head as if pleading me to turn back, but my feet stood rooted to the spot.

The one time I didn’t listen to him and now we were in the thick of it.

“That’s him, that’s the villain!” Bambi whispered in horror or disbelief I couldn’t tell, but we watched as it released another bone-chilling roar and she looked around in worry. “Where the hell are the Avengers?”

I don’t know, I wanted to answer. They were international now, hell it wasn’t too long ago that they had fought off aliens from our planet. Brooklynn was now small time for them, and it was more apparent than ever in this moment.

But then a flicker of red caught my attention as if sensing my doubt. My jaw went slack with awe as we watched the smoke settle just in time for the mystery assailant to lay a devastating blow against the monstrous figure's chest that sent him staggering back.

“I don’t believe it…” I whispered when he landed, masked appearance revealing who I had never expected to see saving the day.

“Is that Captain America…?” Bambi whispered back in awe and, despite the circumstances, I whipped my head to look at her in disappointment.

“Are you kidding me right now? That’s Spider-Man!”

“What? They both wear blue and red, give me a break!”

“WHAT? Captain America wears almost all blue and white and uses a red shie-You know what, I'm not doing this right now." I announced, having to stop myself from going on what was probably the nerdiest tangent I would ever have in my life.

I knew superheroes like she knew famous politician drama. The drama on Spiderman was that while he had once been your friendly neighborhood vigilante, no one had seen nor heard from him in months . Tabloids had suspected maybe he had finally bit the big one. Others assumed maybe he finally just craved a proper getaway after being worked to the bone saving people all day.

To see him now felt like I was watching a unicorn fight crime.

Bambi had already clocked out as soon as I had opened my mouth but now stared intensely forward, reaching for my face to direct me to join what she was watching.

“I definitely know who THAT is,” she grinned as my sights settled amidst the debris.

No freaking way.

There picking a wedgie out of his ass as if he wasn’t about to square up to something three times his size stood Deadpool, ex-trainee disaster himself. I blinked in surprise, unsure if I was seeing this scene correctly. I knew next to nothing about him, only the recent chaos he had caused and that he, and I quote, ‘Was right all along and everyone could blow me!’.

He was a real character if nothing else.

I felt like I was dreaming. This team-up was as uncanny as it was to even see them in the first place, and we had just gotten a front-row seat to them saving the day.

That was until the creature caught Deadpools leg and sent him colliding straight into Spiderman like he was the last bowling pin in the lane.

Bambi and I winced.

Then we both said something very unexpected.

“You have to help them!”

“I should help them,”

“Wait, what?” we said in unison as the words processed fully. I couldn’t believe I had said that. I couldn’t believe SHE had said that.

“What in the world makes you think I can do anything to help them?” I asked, still in disbelief at my own words while watching her begin rummaging through her bag with a newfound purpose.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve seen what you can do, and this is what you wanted right? Look at them,” she added, another wince leaving us as Deadpool was tossed into the air like a ragdoll. “They can use all the help they can get.”

She wasn’t wrong. They were fighting a losing battle, and even though I hadn’t done this myself in a long while I knew deep down what the right choice to make was.

Deep down I still wanted to save the day.

“...Alright.” I agreed softly as I dropped my bag to the ground, a newfound determination in me that had not been there moments before. I slipped my gloves off before plunging into the contents of my bag only to retrieve a bundle of papers. Various drawings and schematics of weapons I had worked on in my spare time, all drawn in ink, all ready to be summoned at the drop of a hat.

“Hello? You just walk around with these willy nilly??”

“Not exactly…” I admitted sheepishly before choosing a particularly feisty looking sledgehammer and sprawling the paper down across the concrete. While I usually kept these for a rainy day, I had wanted to test them with Renato to see how they faired. There was no time like the present to test that theory out yourself though. And that’s exactly what I did as I rubbed my hands together and slapped them down on the sheet.

My nerves were on edge. It was risky to do such a thing out here while so many people were running about and my body was quickly realizing this as my hands shook with anxiety while I struggled to work my magic. But desperate times called for desperate measures and the sounds of the two superheroes continuing to get pummeled in the background was enough to push me through.

I watched with anticipation as the inky black sludge that pooled from the paper and my hands merged to form a solid black sledgehammer. It was weighty, reeked of ink and had a good swing to it, but would it be enough?

There was no time to make sure. I stood and smeared my hand across my eyes for a very hasty attempt to save my identity with an even messier attempt to tie my hair back. In the time that it had taken to do this Bambi had successfully retrieved a camera that I was sure was more than both my kidneys combined and beamed at me.

“I just want you to know you look super badass right now,”

“O-oh. Thanks…” I smiled weakly, feeling my cheeks grow warm. That feeling soon died down as a deafening crash sounded off nearby, my innards squirming with fear as another violent roar echoed into the air. Bambi's hand squeezed my shoulder as if to snap me from my fear.

“Relax. You’re Nina Fucking Knight, you can do this.”

“I can do this,” I whispered in confidence. I didn’t believe myself, but I believed in Bambi and her belief in me, and at that moment that was all I needed to step forward. One encouraging slap to my ass later I was stumbling, trying not to trip over myself as I got closer to the carnage that lurked ahead.

My heart began pounding like a drum. The dizziness from the sudden use of my powers was quickly catching up to me before I could properly shake it off, and I kicked myself for not putting that into consideration before diving in. It was too late to focus on that now though. My attention snapped forward and the creature towered above me as it admired its prize that was a battered and bruised Spiderman, now trapped within its grasp and unable to fight back.

I had to act fast.

“H-hey! Ivan Ooze!”

The words left me before I knew what I was saying and I readied myself, not giving myself time to realize this was an extremely bad idea before swinging my entire body into the hit in an attempt to stun him. I felt the contact, and for a moment I was excited, but instead of sending him falling over himself like I had hoped I listened to what can only be described as the most horrifying noise you could ever hear in a situation like this.

My sledgehammer shattered.

I stood in stunned horror looking at the shards of broken ink below me as the monster turned and faced me, completely unaffected by my embarrassing blow. The first thing I saw were teeth. Long, sharp jagged teeth that ran up into a gnarled grin as it looked down at me with white, milky eyes.

“I’d like to apologize,” was all I could muster before watching Spiderman get flung onto the concrete like a toy. I spun around to make my quick exit, realizing in that moment that this was quite possibly the worst mistake I had ever made. In the distance, I saw Bambi’s horrified gaze as I struggled to walk quickly towards her in an attempt to flee, only to feel a large clawed hand wrap around me and yank me back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” it asked, voice deep with malice as a long tongue slid out from between its teeth. I grimaced as it ran along my face, the hot sticky sensation leaving a chill of fear running up my spine as a deep chuckle emerged from its throat at my disgust. "Two meals for the price of one? Today must be our lucky day."

From below I heard a groan of pain and we both looked to find Spiderman struggling to stand. There was fury in his eyes and my heart jolted with hope as he looked ready to continue fighting the good fight.

“Leave her alone. Your fight is with me,” he called, but my hope soon died as I watched him stagger and fall once more. I began to struggle like my life depended on it. Hell, at this point my life DID depend on it. The monster's grip only grew tighter at my efforts until I felt the stabbing pain of its claws begin to sink into my skin and I winced.

“What? No witty banter for your last moments? Pity.” it asked as its face grew close to mine. All I could do was close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else. Somewhere where I wasn’t about to be mincemeat to Flubber’s roided up cousin.

“Yeesh. Can you believe this guy? I asked for tall, dark and handsome, I'm gonna give you a guess on what they missed in this request.” a new voice called out now. I opened one eye to find Deadpool a few feet away standing on top of a car with a gun at the ready to the creature who roared in response.

“Don’t you ever die?!”

“You know I ask myself that every day? Hey there, thanks for that distraction, by the way. The name’s Deadpool, and you are?” he asked me now, completely ignoring the 7 ft villain that looked ready to tear him in two.

The question caught me off guard and I answered as well as one would in that situation.

“I’m Nina, I-I’m a big fan!”

Smooth.

“Well Nina,” he started while pointing a girthy looking gun to the angered creature, “This has been a real treat, and I appreciate you saving my man over there, but I think it’s my turn to save the day if I wanna get that victory kiss.”

“By all means,” I winced as its grip against me grew tighter, the feeling of claw cutting through my skin beginning to grow stronger. Only the mention of ‘my man’ and ‘victory kiss’ had caught me off guard, and I shot him a look of confusion at his words only to be met with horror. While Deadpool had been ready to fire point-blank at it, he realized all too soon that he had no ammo and looked frantically from his gun to us in confusion.

“Well that’s not great,” he muttered before it released a furious roar. My heart gave a jolt of fear, convinced that this would be my final moment and I began to struggle with a newfound determination. It was then that I realized I had still been white-knuckling the remnants of my sledgehammer this entire time and I twisted my arm painfully out of its position. I closed my eyes, knowing I only had a few seconds to focus on sharpening the broken pole to drive it deep into its hand in one last hail mary.

And boy did I deliver.

The noise it made was deafening, but the feeling of being flung into the windshield of a car was even worse as I felt the impact hit my back with brute force. I could do nothing but groan in pain and hold my head as the world spun around me, like getting a look into a cartoon characters life when they got a mallet to the face.

“Nina! Nina, oh my god,” Bambi's voice filled the air and I rolled haphazardly off the car to try and find her voice. I jolted in fear as I felt hands wrap around my arm, but the soft reassuring touch told me it was her and I sank against her weakly.

“Hey there! You’re a gentleman and a scholar for your efforts, now let me handle the rest!” he called as my vision began to stop spinning. We watched as he somehow had hitched a ride on the back of this monster via katana to the shoulder blade and now flailed on it’s back like a cowboy at a rodeo. "Y'know I have to ask, WHERE IS THE HULK IN THIS SITUATION? CAN'T SPARE AN AVENGER FOR THIS?" he yelled while desperately held on for dear life, though we were unsure who he was directing his words at this point.

“That’s what I said!” Bambi called, but the way he snapped his attention back to us seemed a clear indication that he was not speaking to us at all.

"As much as I enjoy your enthusiasm I feel like you should be running!" he called to us, but we were rooted to the spot in fear at the chain of events that had begun in that same moment.

It all happened so quickly, and yet it still felt like an eternity.

All it had taken was a slip of his foot and he was in its range of reach, who now took the chance to grab his leg and yank him violently forward.

“We won’t let you run again,” I heard it growl menacingly before gripping Deadpools upper and lower halves and pulling hard. My eyes grew wide with terror as I heard his bones pop and skin tear before he began wailing a series of ‘ows’ that grew more frantic with each passing second.

And then suddenly he was in two pieces.

Bambi emitted a shriek of terror as his blood hit us, yanking my frozen figure back as I tried to process what had just happened.

But I knew all too well what had happened.

I had just watched Deadpool die and I had done nothing to stop it.

I had failed as a hero.

#long post #marvelsona #oc shit #oc x colossus

[comebackbehere23]

i know you probably don't do y/n but will you please please please please write a Diana reader one for me for my birthday???? I just need angst with the reader being bruce's sister and dating diana

Alright, here it is…my first shot at this style of writing.

You’re his little sister, but you’re also his burden. You always have been. He doesn’t say it, but you can see it on his stoic face everytime you meet for awkward brunches or meetings to discuss what’s next for the company. He doesn’t want to be you around, so you stay away. You leave Gotham behind and you build yourself a life far away from the darkness of a city that took everything from you.

When Batman makes his entrance into the world of Gotham, you know who it is. You know it’s Bruce. He’s your brother, he used to be your best friend; you know that frown, you know that dead look in his eyes. You want to yell at him to stop, to just put his silly toys away and go back to running the company, but you don’t. You know that being Batman makes Bruce feel like he’s doing something to keep his beloved city safe. So, you stay silent and simply collect the random articles talking about your brother.

You’re just shy of turning twenty four when Bruce calls you home; the anniversary of your parents death is weeks away, and you figure he wants you there with him. You figure maybe this will somehow patch things up between the two of you. The mansion seems so cold as you push the door open and look around, you remember how much laughter used to fill the hallways; you remember how happy you and Bruce used to be.

“Lady Y/N, you’re early.”

You turn and smile softly at the kind smile, “It’s so good to see you, Alfred.”

“May I take your bags?” Alfred asks.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” You nod as you glance around once more. “Where’s Bruce?”

“Ah, Master Bruce is…occupied.” Alfred offers as he collects your luggage and looks to you with a warning expression. “Why don’t you wait for him in the living room? Try not to poke around this time, yes?”

“I’ll try.” You drawl with a smirk.

Alfred chuckles at the expression and patters off with your bag. You listen closely for his footsteps to fade before you pinch your lips into a thin line and wonder off to explore the place that used to be your home. Your fingertips brush along the walls and over dusty sheets that cover photos. With a scowl, you approach the living room and look up above the fireplace where the family portrit rests but the image is covered with a white sheet. A soft huff leaves you as you reach up to rip the sheet down with flourish.

As soon as you see Bruce’s smile and your own excited brown eyes you wish that you could somehow return the sheet. It hurts. That ache, the one you work daily on to shove down, radiates through your entire body as you shake with rage and sadness at the sight of your mother and father. They’re gone, just memories that become darker and blurry with every day that passes.

“Hello.”

You gasp as you turn to the doorway of the living room and you stop short at the sight of a soft gaze and a concerned frown. The woman in front of you is hands down the most beautiful woman you have ever laid your eyes on, and all you can do is gap in awe. You see her gaze jump from you to the photo before the realization falls on her and you see the sympathy that flashes in her eyes as she looks back to you.

“Y/N?”

“T-That would be me.” You sputter.

“Bruce keeps that photo covered for a reason.” The woman hums.

You recoil and clench your jaw, “They’re my parents too. This was our home.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you any further than you are.” The woman whispers, and you soften ever so slightly as you look at her for a moment before you give a slow nod. “I didn’t intend for our first meeting to go like this. My name is Diana. Diana Prince.”

“Our first meeting?” You repeat in a slow tone.

“Your brother sent for you so you could…”

“Y/N, you’re here.”

You tense as Bruce appears behind Diana, “Yeah. Just got here.”

“I wasn’t expecting you for a few more hours.” Bruce frowns as he steps around Diana and moves towards you, both of you look at each other but keep a small distance. “How was your flight?”

“Like any other flight. There were screaming children, I even got one of those wonderful little brats behind me that kicked my seat the entire flight.” You scoff. “So, what is this about? Why am I here?”

“There are things we need to discuss.” Bruce explains as he glances over his shoulder, and you follow his gaze to the angel behind him. “Diana, if you wouldn’t mind giving my sister and I a minute.”

Diana nods and looks between you, “Play nice.”

Bruce rolls his eyes as he watches her go, “Would you like to sit?”

“Why do you keep all of these pictures covered? This was our life.” You murmur as you walk slowly through the living room and observe the many frames. “You can’t run away from our past forever, Bruce.”

“I’m not running…”

“No, of course you’re not,” You sneer as you flash him a venomous expression. “You just ignore my existence, you pretend like you’re all alone in this horrible journey of dealing with mom and dad’s deaths. I’m here too, Bruce. I feel it too.”

“Y/N, I don’t want to rehash this again,” Bruce snaps as he folds his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes. “I brought you here to talk about my future, your future. There’s things I need to tell you, things about me.”

“Like?” You sigh as you finally turn to face him.

“A long time ago I decided I wanted to protect Gotham, I wanted to keep people from feeling the same way we do. I didn’t want anyone to lose people they love the way we did.” Bruce begins, and you tense at the raw pain in his voice. “So, I became something. I became a…I became Batman.”

You arch an eyebrow and bark out a laugh, “That’s why you dragged me here?”

“Y/N, I’m serious.” Bruce sighs as he runs a hand over his face.

“Bruce, I know.” You snort, and his dark eyes quickly snap to yours and the surprise is evident in them. “You’re my brother, I grew up with you. I know you, and I know how much you wanted revenge for what happened to mom and dad. I knew it was you the second the words Batman was splashed all over newspapers and TV’s.”

“You never said anything…”

“We don’t say much to each other, Bruce.” You point out as you lick your lips and turn away from him once more. “So, there has to be more to why I’m here. What’s going on? Someone figure out you’re secret identity?”

“Not exactly.” Bruce mumbles. “We need your help.”

“We?”

“We. The Justice League.”

You whirl to face him with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

“You’re brilliant, Y/N. You work with computers better than anyone I’ve ever seen, and we need someone running point while we’re out there.” Bruce explains as he clenches his jaw slightly. “I didn’t want you to be a part of this, but we need you. I need you.”

“For how long?” You demand.

Bruce looks to you and for a moment you remember that boy who used to be your best friend and the best person in your life, “I need you to move back to Gotham for good. There’s going to be missions and…”

“Wait, wait,” You scoff as you hold a hand up. “You’re asking me to completely uproot my entire life from Seattle and move here? I have friends, Bruce! I have a career there, a company. Our company.”

“We can send for someone else to run that department.” Bruce assures you, and you flex your jaw in frustration as he softens. “Y/N, I know it’s a lot to ask but I need you. It’s time we fix what’s broken between us.”

You hesitate at his words and look away, “I need time. I’m going to take a walk.”

“Wait, let me send a guard…”

“I’ll be fine.”

You leave before he can get another word in.

-

You walk aimlessly through the grounds of the mansion. You know better than to leave the safety of beyond the gates, you can only imagine what kind of horrors still linger in the streets of Gotham. Your head is spinning, and you feel like everything is a blur; Bruce suddenly wants to be a part of your life and you don’t know how to feel about it. You expected to feel happy, to feel excited but all you feel is annoyance.

You wanted Bruce to want you to stay five years ago when you packed up and told him you were leaving. He barely said goodbye. You remember being younger and begging him to play with you, to acknowledge you, but all he did was turn away from you and push you away until you eventually learned to just leave him be. You don’t realize you’re crying until a tear catches on your lips and you pull in the taste of salt and sadness.

And just like that, the dam breaks.

Your sobs are harsh and hoarse, and you can feel your knees give out but they don’t hit the harsh gravel of the garden trail. No, instead you feel hands curl around your elbows before you’re slowly guided to rest on the ground and your head is tucked against the harsh coolness of leather. You allow your emotions to pour from you until you’re exhausted, and you don’t even bother to look up at the person holding onto you.

“Are you okay?”

You sniffle and finally look up into familiar eyes, “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” Diana accuses.

“Are you calling me ugly?” You demand with a playful scowl.

“No! No, of course not.” Diana gaps as her eyes widen, and you flinch ever so slightly as her fingertips reach up to brush away a few lingering tears. “I happen to think you look beautiful. Nobody should look like an angel when they cry.”

“Smooth.” You chuckle before you pull away and rub your closed fists tiredly over your swollen eyes. “Fuck. I’m making an awesome impression, huh? First you find me throwing a fit over a picture and now I’m blubbering like a baby?”

“Bruce told me this trip would be difficult for you.” Diana nods as she looks you over.

“What are you even doing out here?”

Diana bites her lip and gives a small shrug, “Bruce wanted someone to keep an eye on you, he was afraid that you would run off. He told me that he spoke to you about his request for you to move back home.”

“Oh?” You scoff. “Did he also tell you that he wants me to fucking uproot my entire existence from a place I’ve built an entire life around? All because he wants to run around in tights and…oh shit. I mean, he is so not the Batman.”

“You’re very cute.” Diana giggles, and you can feel your cheeks heat up with a blush. “You don’t need to worry about me knowing, I’m well aware of who Bruce is. He isn’t the only secret identity being hidden in this house.”

You look Diana over with a curious expression, “Who are you?”

“I’m only allowed to discuss that kind of information with our Watchtower.” Diana replies, and you can’t help but laugh softly at the mock serious expression she wears. “Do you wish to return to Seattle?”

“I…don’t know.” You admit.

“I was pulled away from my life once upon a time, a long time ago,” Diana sighs, and you note the way her expression twists. “I left behind a lot of people I love, but I did it for the greater good. I miss them, but I have no regrets.”

You shake your head and look away, “I’m scared.”

“Of what?” Diana asks in a soft voice.

“Of moving here. Of everything changing.” You shrug.

Diana reaches out and catches your chin before she lifts your head, “Everything you want is on the other side of fear.”

“Did you read that on the back of a cereal box?” You laugh, and you can’t fight the blush you know bleeds into your cheek as Diana simply rolls her eyes with a giggle. “Thanks for this. I uh I really appreciate it.”

“I hope that I’ve helped you come to a decision.” Diana grins as she drops her hand.

You lick her lips as your gazes lock, “You have. You definitely have.”

-

Two Months Later

You can’t tell if you’re more angry or sad, everything just feels like a big ball of emotion and it’s rolling freely around in your chest as you haphazardly pack your bags. You uprooted your life for him, for your brother. You gave up friendships, you walked away from the position as a CEO, you ended a year long relationship because he needed you. And what do you get in return? Nothing.

He barely pays you any mind, it’s as if you’re a ghost that simply floats through a house that you wish you could burn to the ground. You’ve become an essential part to the team, and you’re coming to love them slowly but surely…but it’s too much. He’s too much. A growl of frustration leaves you as you flip your suitcase closed and zip it with as much fury as you can muster before you shove it onto the floor.

“Y/N?”

“Go away.”

“What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“I said go away, Diana!”

You don’t look at her, you can’t. She has become your constant since the moment you settled to plant your roots in this city. She has been your best friend, your personal Wonder Woman, your shoulder to cry on, your coffee runs at five in the morning cause you can’t sleep date, your midnight snack ice cream maker, and the woman who has stolen your heart. She has become everything. And you know that if you look at her, you’ll stay. You’ll stay for her.

“Why are you packing your things?” Diana demands. “Where are you going?”

“Why don’t you ask my dear brother? I’m sure he’ll speak to you.” You hiss as you angrily kicked your packed suitcase aside. “I moved here for him and he’s had maybe four conversations with me…we live in the same fucking house!”

Diana sighs softly, “You know I hate when you curse.”

“I don’t understand,” You sniffle, your shoulders droop and your body seems to let loose all the anger that is built up. “Why doesn’t he want me? Why am I not good enough for him to try? We’re all we have left for each other.”

A soft hand settles on your waist, “Look at me.”

“No.” You huff.

“Now isn’t the time to be stubborn.”

You turn and look up at Diana with a pout, “I’m leaving.”

Her hands cradle your face as her lips brush against yours, “Stay.”

The surprise ignites your entire being as you melt into the kiss, and it tastes like home. Diana’s lips taste of adventures, of forever. A soft hum builds in your throat as you sink eagerly into the kiss, and you only pull away when your lungs scream for air. Diana stares down at you with so many emotions in her dark orbs, and all you can do is nod as you arch your head up to press your lips to hers once more.

“I’m staying.” You whisper against her mouth.

-

Six Months Later

“I literally fly faster than a bird, faster than planes.”

“Yeah? Well, I bet I could run circles around you.”

“Is it national bad pun day?” You hum as you burst into the training room with a laptop balanced on your forearm and your attention on the screen. “Clark, Barry…you’re both wonderful superheroes.”

“Yeah, but I’m the best.” Barry declares. “Right?”

“Of course.” You nod, and as soon as he turns his head to pump his fist in victory you quickly flash Clark a wink. “Now, shouldn’t the two of you actually be training? The big bads wait for no one, y’know?”

“Alright, alright.” Barry whines with a pout. “Buzzkill.”

You smile as you move to drop onto the comfortable bean bag chair that you dragged in here three months ago. Eight months. You’ve been in Gotham for eight months and everything has changed, everything is so much better. You have built a beautiful family and wonderful relationships, you’ve found a happiness that you were so sure was lost so long ago. A small sigh leaves you as you glance up to watch the league train…well, mostly they goof off and pretend to act like they’re doing something.

Your gaze flickers towards the corner of the room and you feel your heart swell as you catch sight of dark eyes looking your way. Like so many times before, your face flushes as you quickly drop your attention back to your laptop in an attempt to pretend that you weren’t just drooling over the glorious abs belonging to your girlfriend. It isn’t long before a shadow looms over you, and you look up with a lopsided grin as Diana stands over you.

“Hello, my love.” Diana hums.

You can’t fight your smile as you mumble a soft greeting in return. You can tell she wants to stay, but one look towards Bruce has her moving to the weight set where Barry is struggling to spot Clark. That happiness slowly drifts away as you look to Bruce, even though you did as he asked and came home your relationship still remains in shambles. He just doesn’t want to fix things between the two of you, and you’re sick of trying.

You vow to just stop, you’re done. You have enough in your life right now to satisfy you, and Bruce has a lot on his plate. With a sigh, you drop your gaze back to the blueprints you’re looking over and sneak occasional glances to Diana who is watching you as she easily spots Clark. Your heart flutters when she looks once to Bruce before she turns her attention back to you and winks playfully; yeah, you think you’re okay for now.

-

“You’ve gotten stronger.”

You scoff and push Diana’s raised fist aside, “Says Wonder Woman, but clearly speaking as my girlfriend.”

“Are you trying to imply that I’m taking it easy on you?” Diana frowns as she circles you, and you simply arch your eyebrow as you keep a careful eye on her. “If you’d like, I could simply not take it easy on you.”

“You’ll break me!” You laugh as you easily dodge a punch.

“Break you? Never. You know I could never hurt you, my wonder.” Diana assures you as she drops to sweep a leg beneath yours, and you hit the mat with a dull thud. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.”

“You’re mean.” You pout.

Diana smiles and offers her hand to you, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? That’s it?” You huff as you accept the hand, and just as she begins to pull you give a sharp tug and she gasps in surprise as she lands beside you. “You should know by now that my greatest strength is my element of surprise.”

“You are a sneaky one.” Diana chuckles as she lays beside you.

You can’t fight back your smile as you roll to hover over you, “That’s why you love me.”

“That’s one of the many reasons I love you.” Diana corrects as she reaches up to fist the front of your shirt before she pulls you into a soft kiss. “If you’d like, I could show you just how much I love you.”

You laugh into the next kiss, but the happiness is short lived as the door slams open and you pull away from Diana in time to meet Bruce’s sharp glare. All at once, you feel like you’re five again and getting caught touching his things, and you’re quick to scramble away from Diana as you sputter out excuses. Your brother is silent as he observes you, and then his sharp gaze turns to Diana.

“What are you doing?” Bruce snaps.

Diana sits up with a hesitant expression, “We can explain.”

“I don’t need an explanation, I saw everything I needed to.” Bruce replies as he waves off her words and looks to you with disappointment in his eyes. “You should know better than to mix work with relationships.”

“Don’t give me this speech.” You hiss as you push yourself to your feet and cross the room to grab your water bottle. “You want to know what we’re doing? We’re together. We’re in love. Get over it.”

Bruce heaves a long breath and shakes his head, “We’re a team, Y/N. This is inappropriate.”

“Wow. You know, this is the longest conversation we’ve had since I got here.” You note as you pop the top of the water bottle and look to where your girlfriend is awkwardly making her way to her feet. “Anything else?”

“She’s barely twenty four.”

You scowl as you turn your head to see his eyes on Diana, “Don’t get mad at her.”

“She’s my sister. I brought her here to protect her, to insure her safety. Dating one of my teammates isn’t going to keep her safe, Diana,” Bruce points out in that calm voice you hate so much. “You’re putting her in danger.”

“How? How is she putting me in danger?” You demand.

“You don’t understand what our world is like, Y/N.” Bruce scolds as he briefly looks to you.

“I think I do, you’ve forced me to know about it.” You remind him. “But Diana? Diana has taught me about it. She’s the reason I’ve stayed, Bruce. You think I want to be here? I’m here for her, not for you.”

You can see that the words hit him, and you wish you could feel guilty but this has been building for months and you’re not done. You need him to see that nothing is going to change just because he doesn’t approve, you refuse to let him take something good from your life. Diana is silent and it annoys you, you want her to stand up for your relationship but it seems like your brother has some sort of spell over her.

“Bruce, I know you don’t give two shits about me but…”

“I do care.” He cuts in as he finally looks to you once more. “I wanted you to stay out of this part of my life because I wanted to protect you, I thought keeping you at a distance would keep you safe. I just wanted you to be happy, Y/N.”

“How can I be happy while thinking my brother hates me?” You sneer.

“I just wanted what was best for you, I wanted you to have a good life.” Bruce explains in a soft tone. “You are the best part of this family, Y/N. You always have been. I just wanted that innocence to stay, I wanted you to heal.”

“She needs you to heal, Bruce.”

You sigh in relief as Diana finally speaks, “I do. I need my brother.”

“I’m here, Y/N. I always have been. I may not be the best at showing you that, but I’ve always kept an eye on you. You’ve never been alone, I’m sorry I made you feel like you were.” Bruce murmurs, and your eyes immediately well with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” You admit.

Bruce looks at you and then turns his head, “We should have dinner tonight. Just you and I. We can…talk. We have a lot to catch up on, and apparently you have a lot to tell me about a certain teammate of mine.”

Diana preens and you simply roll your eyes, “Dinner sounds amazing.”

“I’ll see you at seven then.”

You can’t stop smiling as your brother silently slips from the room, and you can’t help but squeak and bounce in excitement as you turn to Diana who watches on with a grin. After a moment, you rush across the room to throw yourself at her and she easily catches your weight before she spins you around and places you safely back on your feet before she kisses you softly.

“Did you hear that?” You giggle. “He wants to try. I mean, I have no idea where this could go but I’m here for anything.”

Diana smiles as she presses a kiss to your forehead, “I think there’s only one way to go up from here, my wonder. And that way is up.”

“Oh God,” You sigh. “My girlfriend is a walking quote book.”

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The Blood on His Hands - Stiles Stilinski (smut!)

summary: after being theo’s hostage, you were already in for a rough night.  but things get rougher when stiles finds you warnings: smuttt word count: 7910 a/n: this is my first smut so... pls give feedback idec if it’s bad feedback just tell me how i did

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My eyes closed tightly before fluttering open, and they hurt for a reason that I didn’t know yet.  I tried to rub hem, but my hands wouldn’t move.  I tried again, trying to shake my hands awake but they didn’t move at all.

“W-what?” I heard a chuckle, and turned my head to the sound.  “Hello? Hello is someone there?” I called.  “Please help I can’t move” I begged.  Someone stepped forward, and I narrowed my eyes to try and see them in the dim light.  “Hello? Can you tell me where I am?” I asked.  The person laughed darkly again.

“Oh, lovely y/n” I moved my head up, finding that I wasn’t tied down like I’d previously thought I was.  “You’re here with me” The silhouette of a person crouched in front of me, and I squinted to see who they were.

“Th-Theo?” I stammered.  “What’re you… what’re you doing?” I looked around wildly, finding that I was lying on a concrete, slightly wet ground.  Again he laughed, running a hand of my hair.  If I could move my hand, I’d smack his away.  And I tried, I did, but I couldn’t.  I kept on trying, kept on struggling with my own body to move but I just couldn’t.  I was trapped, and nothing was holding me down.

“There’s something about you being down there, your forehead stick your hair matted, that just makes you so much more beautiful” Theo said, and my body shuddered.  But at least it was movement.

“Theo what the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaking.  “Why am I here what are you doing?” I asked, completely confused as to why he would… kidnap me? Was I being kidnapped right now?  Why would he even want to take me, I barely knew him.  I don’t think I’d ever spoken to him before.

“I’m trying to lure your alpha here, love” He said, and my brows crinkled.

“My what?” I asked, shaking my head in confusion.  What does that even mean?  “I have no idea what you’re talking about” I whimpered out.

“Oh, sweet, naive, y/n” He gritted out, and grabbed my arms.  I let out a yelp as he lifted me up and threw me down onto a chair.  Again I began to desperately try thrash and try to fight him back but my limbs wouldn’t do anything my brain told me to do.  “That kanima venom is going to wear of any minute now, so we gotta keep you in place” He said.  I shook my head.

“Please, please just let me go no one’s coming, no one knows”

“Oh I doubt that, love” He chuckled.

“Nobody knows I’m here” I cried, tears streaking down my cheeks.

“I’m sure your little guard dog does” Theo smirked, and again I shook my head, brows furrowing.  What was he talking about? Where was he going with this?

“Stiles?” I mumbled, but less as a question and more of a statement.

Suddenly I missed him like crazy.  And I’d seen him just a few hours ago at school.  But at the moment all I wanted was Stiles.  To run in here and pick me up and tell me it’s all going to be okay, and then to prove it and take me home.

“Yeah, you think he’s not already on his way in that shitty car-”

“It’s a jeep you dumbass” I muttered, but Theo didn’t say or do anything.

“He's probably outside, trying to psych himself up with that stupid bat of his” I whined but he didn’t care.  “He’s gonna run in here… probably yelling for me to give you back…” He smirked, circling around my chair.

“Theo Stiles isn’t coming there’s no reason for him to-”

“Do you know nothing!?” He practically roared, baring large fangs and glowing yellow eyes.  I didn’t say anything, the only sound I could here was my heavy breathing and a slight growl coming from Theo.  “You don’t… do you?” He smirked again, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“W-what?” I cried slightly, more hot tears spilling over onto my cheeks.  

“Tell me y/n, do you know why my eyes are such a pretty yellow?” He asked.  I was about to open my mouth to speak, but no words came out.  “Or why, I have these?” he asked, and trailed something sharp down the side of my face.  I winced when he cut the skin.  I looked down to see claws at the end of his fingertips.  I shivered, and couldn't get myself to stop.  My hands were still paralyzed.  “You really don’t” He began chuckling again.  “They never told you? Your best friends…”

“What? What are you going on about?” I sighed, unable to keep up my struggle.

“Werewolves, love” He whispered, leaning so close to my ear my body would have squirmed if it wasn’t a useless sack of bones.  “Your friend McCall? Alpha of three years.  Malia? Born werecoyote.  Lydia? Banshee.  They haven’t told you any of this?” I sucked in sharp breath.

“N-no” I stuttered, shaking my head ludicrously.  They never told me… was it even true? I looked at Theo and saw my answer instantly.

It was.  Theo was clearly… something unhuman.

Why wouldn’t they tell me? I could’ve protected myself, they’re my best friends….

“Is Stiles…?” I trailed off, figuring Theo would figure out what I meant.

“A werewolf?” Theo asked, stepping back now.  “A banshee? A… a coyote?” He laughed.  “Is he anything other than the useless, pathetic, scrawny, weak little human-”

“Well that’s hurtful” My ears perked at the familiar voice, my eyes jolting to the dark, where I watched Stiles and Scott coming into the building.  I closed my eyes, thanking them silently for showing up.  “And to think, I always say such nice things about you” The pale boy shook his head and tisked.

“Fucking Stilinski” Theo growled, pushing me before stomping over to him.  I let out a slight scream as the chair tipped backwards, and my head smashed on the ground.

“y/n!” Stiles yelled, and I heard a loud bang that echoed more than my skull on the cement.  I closed my eyes and try not to cry anymore, but now all I could feel was pain.

“S-Sti-” I couldn’t even finish his name, the blood in my mouth made me wish it was paralyzed like the rest of my body.  I tried to use my ears to figure out what was going on, but all I could hear was grunting and growling and… ripping? A lot of stomping around and running.  I squeezed my eyes tight and wished I could just pass out, maybe even die.

Dying’s gotta hurt less than this.

“Scott!” Stiles yelled, and I could only assume it was him who was running so fast.  Next thing I knew there were hands on my face, shaking slightly until my eyes opened  and I saw Stiles.  I breathed out heavily with relief as he began to feel me down for anything out of the ordinary.  The worst part was I couldn’t feel his hands anywhere but on my face.  I couldn’t speak, just cry even though I was trying my hardest not to.  “Hey, hey it’s okay you’re gonna be okay”

A deafening roar of pain echoed throughout the entire building, seemingly Theo’s.

But Stiles didn’t even look away from me.  “You’re gonna be okay” He said again, rubbing my arms lightly before yanking on the duct tape so it’d free me from the chair.  When it was ripped off i fell limp onto the ground.  “You alright? Come on” Stiles stood from his crouched position, attempting to casually pull me with him but my body wouldn’t budge.  He stared back down at me with instant horror.

“I can’t move” I whimpered.  “I can’t move Stiles” He stared at me, hands stroking over my face quickly.

“It’s okay, like I said you’re gonna be fine- Scott!” I winced when he screamed suddenly.  “She’s got kanima venom in her!” I didn’t even bother to ask what that was, I just figured it had to do with my sudden limp body.

“Shit” I heard Scott growl.  Next thing I know a body was flying in the air.  When I craned my neck to look, Theo smashed into the wall, and fell to the ground.  I whimpered in fear that he’d come after me, seeing that he was just a few feet away.  But his body wasn’t moving, much like mine.

“Oh my god is he dead-”

“He’ll be fine” Stiles said, before pulling me in his arms and lifting me up bridal style.  “Now we have better places to be- before he wakes up that is” I didn’t say anything, just closed my eyes as he began to run over to Scott.

“Is she awake?” I heard Scott asked, and opened them again to show him I was.  He sighed, and quickly walked over to us with his arms out, ready to take me, but Stiles held me tighter.

“I’ll take her it’s fine” Stiles said, already walking away.  Scott followed closely, taking my arms and wrapping them around Stiles’ neck, though they just fell loosely against his chest.

“We have a lot lot talk about” Scott muttered.  I stayed silent as I was carried out to where the jeep was parked.  I let out a sigh and looked up at the sky, counting the stars in my head until I got bored, then looking to Stiles.

Did they ever plan on telling me? Why wouldn’t they? In fear of me telling someone else? Apparently all my friends knew, but me.  What kind of cruel joke… keeping secrets like that… I wonder how often their lives are put in danger.  And why did Theo take me?

I realized I must’ve been staring too long, because I’d accidentally memorized all the freckles and moles scattered across his cheeks jaw and neck.  And also he was staring right back at me.

“I’m sorry” He said quietly, the most minimal murmur.  I didn’t say anything, or change my bored and pained expression.  Just closed my eyes, and rolled my head on his arm, resting it against his chest.  It wasn’t a conversation I felt like having, or was appropriate for the moment.

Besides, I’d probably start pacing.  And I need the use of my legs to do that.

When we got to the Jeep, Scott took the keys out of Stiles’ pocket, and opened the back door before he got in the front.  Stiles sat me up on the seat, holding me as he crawled in as well.  I let him lift me in his arms, awkwardly maneuvering my body into his lap as he sat.  As soon as he closed the door Scott began driving.

“You comfortable enough?” Stiles asked, adjusting my legs and arms.

“I can only feel my face and neck, so, I guess I’m fine” He nodded, and rose a hand, one of my arms falling from where it was placed on my stomach.  I giggled just a little bit as he lifted the hand that had hit the floor of the jeep.  “Thanks” I mumbled as he played with the unmoving fingers, before loosely intertwining our fingers.  I watched before he reached out the other hand and brushed back my hair.  He half smiled, eyes trained on his own hand as he tucked strands of my hair behind my ear.  I smiled softly, staring downwards as not to meet his gaze.

When I closed my eyes and he pulled my head against his chest, I fell asleep.

“...venom probably gone… we’ll see… walking will be fine”

“Better be… beat your furry ass…wasn’t supposed to get hurt”

I blinked my eyes open, struggling to gain consciousness as I heard Stiles’ voice.  I moved to the side and groaned loudly, barely seeing Stiles rush over to me.

“Hey, hey y/n you’re awake- and-and moving” I nodded, wincing as he kneeled down next to me.

A bed, I’m lying on a bed.  Blue blankets with Star Wars sheets… it’s Stiles’ room.  I’m at the Stilinski house.

“...hurts” I whine, and feet shuffle.  I glance over to see Scott rushing out of the room, and hear him going downstairs.

“Should be getting you some frozen bags and such… t-to relieve the pain” I nodded as he rubbed a hand up and down my arm.

I could feel it, I could feel the warmth of his palm and the roughness on the pads of his fingers.  I could feel the cuts and bruises too, but I was focusing on feeling Stiles.

“I-I feel it.. Your hand” Tears welled in my eyes as a small gasp left my throat.  Stiles smiled at you, continuing his hand movement on my arm.  “Lay down with me?” I asked.  Stiles stilled, but nodded his head quickly.  Before I could scoot back to make room for him, he’d already crawled over me, and laid on the other side.  I rolled over, my hands shaking as I moved them up, in front of my face.  A watery smile broke onto my lips as I planted them firmly against Stiles’ chest.

“How much do you hurt?” I didn’t roll back over when Scott came into the room, just let him put a cold pack against my head and what I assumed was a bag of frozen peas against my back.

“On a scale of one to ten?” I asked him, and he walked to the other side of the bed, standing behind Stiles.  Scott nodded.  “Definitely around an eleven that’s for sure” I groaned out.

“Well, I applaud you for your honesty” Scott said with a small smile.  I pulled back from Stiles and stared up at him.

“Honesty” I asked, raising a brow as I scooted out of the bed, and forced myself to stand on wobbly legs.

“y/n” Stiles sat up instantly, cautiously putting his hands out in front of him, palms towards me.

“No, you both- you both lied to me!” I yelled now, throwing my fists to my sides.  All my muscles were tense, making them ache again but I didn’t care.  I was far to angry.

“y/n we were trying to protect you” Scott said.  I narrowed my eyes at him.

“For three years, you’ve been like this, known this” I muttered.  “I’ve been your best friend, for twelve years”

“y/n-” I glared at Stiles.

“And Allison?” I asked, glancing between who I thought were my two best friends.  “Is she gone because of this?” I asked in a quieter tone.  As soon as I’d said it I wondered if I even wanted to know.

“We… there was nothing we could do..” Scott said, and I choked, covering my mouth to hide the sobs I was making.

“I can’t believe this I can’t believe…. You lied about her death!?” Hot tears streamed down my red cheeks.  “I can’t fucking believe you what is wrong with you!?”

“y/n please” Stiles got off the bed, reaching his arms out to me.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I shuffled away from Stiles so fast I tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground on my butt.  Again he reached out to help me but I pushed away from him.

“You were never supposed to get hurt-”

“But I did” I said in monotone.  “I did, and I was helpless, and defenseless against it.  Because you didn’t tell me” Stiles froze as I stood up.  “Tonight was your fault” I said, staring dead eyed at Scott.  Then I looked to Stiles, tears falling again.  He looked at me with a sad expression, but I didn’t do anything to reach out to him.  “I thought you were more to me that that” I mumbled to him.  His lips parted, but he didn’t say anything.  I shook my head with a long sigh, and turned.  Leaving his room.

Every step I took down the stairs was too fast, making pain shoot up the heel of my foot through my legs.  It made me cry more but I was done trying to stop myself from it.  How much didn’t I know?

“y/n- y/n don’t leave” Stiles quickly followed after me but I was already at the door.

“I’m going home.  I don’t want to talk to you Stiles”

I’d never been so rude to him, it was completely foreign but I didn’t regret it.  He was a liar, and maybe worse.  I wouldn’t know.  I don’t know anything, clearly.

“But y/n I want you to know everything I did, and said, was to protect you-”

“Yeah?” I spun around angrily as I’d stepped outside.  Stiles followed me out the door.  He froze in his tracks, seemingly surprised by my action.  “Would you have ever told me?”

“S-sure probably-” I scoffed and he stopped talking.  Which was probably smart on his part.  I doubt he’d say anything that I’d need to hear.

“I could’ve died tonight, and probably a lot of other nights too” I said.  “And it would’ve been on you” I jabbed a finger at his chest.

“No I’d never let you-”

“Get hurt” I finished with a roll of my eyes.  “Clearly” I muttered, gesturing angrily at the bruises and scars on my body.  Stiles closed his mouth and I could see tears in his eyes.

“Just please don’t leave, y/n” I shook my head, already stepping away from him.  “P-please don’t leave me” I shook my head, avoiding looking anywhere near him and I scoffed.  “I love you” He said, catching me off guard as I stared at him now, expressionless.  “I’m in love with you, y/n” He said, and I could see his tears falling now, even in the dark.  I stayed silent.  He looked at me helplessly, his shoulders rising and falling.  When I opened my mouth, thunder clapped, making me jump slightly in surprise, but I continued my stare at him.

“You don’t love me” I told him, stepping backwards just slightly.  “You wouldn’t lie to me if you did”

“I did it to protect-”

“Don’t even finish that” I said, my voice failing as it cracked.  “I’m going home before it starts to rain” I decided, turning around to walk away from the Stilinski household.  I got to the end of the drive before I began crying again, quickening my pace as I went to my house.

This hurt more than my legs, my arms, the cuts on my face.

I loved him too.

When I’d gotten home, I’d already been stuck in the dumping rain for ten minutes of my walk.  At first I’d tried to run but I grew tired and careless.  So I dragged my feet the rest of the way along the sidewalk.

To think less than an hour ago I was curled up against Stiles’ warm body in bed.

At least the storm had passed now, so I could sit on my roof outside my window, and watch the stars.  I’m not sure what time it was when I came out, or how much time had passed, but it was still dark.  I just laid on my back in my bare feet and worn and bloody clothes, staring up at the inky night sky.  I was relaxed, the questions and angry thoughts that was once rushing through my mind had calmed, and now I was at peace.

I was in my place.  No anger, just relaxation.  Though my sense of safety has wavered in the past few hours.  I had actually texted with Lydia a bit, mostly just letting her know that I knew about the supernatural now, and if she had anything crazy to tell me that I’m all ears.  I basically got her origin story that didn’t hurt my feelings as much as Scott and Stiles had.

She told me about Allison, how everyone did everything they could but there was no way to reverse the events of her tragic and early death.  We proceeded to talk about how much we missed her, and what stayed on my mind for a while was how Stiles was possessed.

My best friend, and the boy I’d fallen in love with, was possessed by an evil spirit, and he’d carried around the weight of Alli’s passing… and I never knew.  I mean around the time of her death I do remember him being mopey, but when I’d confronted him about it, he’d told me it was around the time of his mother’s passing, and his father’s job was at stake because of Scott’s dad.

Maybe I was the shit friend for not noticing sooner.

I groaned, realizing I’d turned my happy place into a bubble of questions and anxiety.  Suddenly I missed everyone, I missed Allison, who I’d gone a few months without depressingly mourning over her.  I missed my parents, who’ve been on a business trip for an extra two weeks… real dicks but I missed the regularity of them being at home.  I missed Stiles.  I missed everything about him, from the feeling of his arms around me to his smell of mint and pine and coffee.

I sighed, sitting up and pulling my knees towards my chest.  I put my face in my hands, shaking my head at myself.

“Congratulations y/n” I muttered, looking up at the sky and finding the moon in a thin crescent shape tonight.  “You’ve fucked yourself over”

With that, I laid back on the roof and closed my eyes, folding my arms over my had and curling my legs on their side.

“I know the roof is your special place, but I’m not so sure it’ll be so special when you get kidnapped for the second time in one night” I yawned as my eyes fluttered open upon hearing the voice, then proceeded to roll over to see who was leaning out my window.  Sure enough, there was Stiles, the upper half of his body leaning out the windowsill, his forearms resting on it.

Despite myself, I smiled at him, a gentle and small smile, but a smile.

“That’d be pretty sad” I said, pushing myself to sit up right.  Stiles crawled out the window, and carefully scooted his way down.

“How long have you been sleeping up here?” Stiles asked as he settled next to me.  “All kidding aside it’s not that safe”

“I know” I sighed, running my hands through my hair to comb out the mess of tangles.  “I didn’t really mean to fall asleep I was just trying to be relaxed” Stiles nodded, pulling up his knees and hooking his arms around them.

“I know you don’t want to hear it again…” Stiles let out a small breath, and you looked over at him patiently.  “Everything I did…. Everything I… I didn’t say… it was to keep you safe” He looked over at me too, looking surprised that I was already watching him.  I didn’t say anything, just offered him a soft smile.  “I swear, there were some days where I just wanted to sit you down and tell you the shit… especially Allison, God I fought myself for a long time on that I wanted to tell you I did but I thought… I thought you’d hate me cause I…” Stiles licked his lips, and looked away from me, then hung his head in his hands.  “It’s my fault she’s not here anymore” I shook my head, though he couldn’t see me.

“Mieczyslaw” I whispered, scooting over closer so that he knew I was being serious.  “Lydia told me everything, we… we talked for a long time” laid my hand on his upper back, rubbing in small circles.  “I know for a fact that it wasn’t your fault, don’t ever say that”

“I’ve done things y/n” He said, keeping his face hidden behind his hands.  “I’ve done things that if I told you you’d never forgive me.  I’ve got blood on my hands” I sucked in my bottom lip for a moment as I thought about what to say next.

“I forgave you for lying to me for the past three years… I was kidnapped tonight by a werewolf and couldn’t move cause of lizard spit” I chuckled bitterly.  “I think I can handle just about anything” I told him.  He let out a long sigh, but didn’t look at me as he spoke.

“I killed a guy… earlier this year” He mumbled.  I nodded, not faulting my caressing on his back.  “He… he was gonna kill me, my Dad, he threatened the pack… and you” His voice cracked a few more times, indicating that he was either crying or trying not to.  “It was an accident I didn’t know when I pulled the pin he’d fall through… I didn’t know he’d be impaled I didn’t know he’d-”

“Sh… Stiles…” I decided to cut him off, seeing how worked up he’d become.  I wrapped my arms around him, and tucked my head under his chin.  He sniffed, and held me as well.  “If it was an accident, it was an accident.  Not your fault” I told him.  He nodded, his arms tightening a little on me.

“Y-yeah” He stammered.  I smiled, patting his chest lightly before pulling away.  He looked at me, and I could only imagine it reflected my own face earlier.  Tears splattered all over the place and cheeks red.  I gave him a smile, and cupped his face so I could wipe them all away.

“Stop your crying Stilinski” I hummed, and when I pulled my hands away, he smiled at me.  “Now, I get some questions” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Fire away” Stiles said, regaining his voice.

“So can Kira actually turn into a fox? I didn’t get that part”

We spent a long time together, in fact until the sky began to go from black to a blue, telling us the time was nearing early morning.  But it didn’t matter.  We’d both ended up laying down on our backs somewhere between learning about what Lydia’s screams can do, and why they don’t let me hang around the Hale house….Peter.  It was only because of Peter.  Supposedly he’d wanted to kidnap me as well, but settled for Stiles instead.

“What is it with people trying to kidnap me? I didn’t even know about the supernatural, what possible information could I have?” I asked him, rolling onto my side.

“Eh, I don’t think their play is really about getting information out of you” Stiles said, looking down to where our hands were lying just a few inches apart.  “I’d take a wild guess and say it’s likely just to lure me- the rest of us out” He stammered over his words, but still managed to make me blush.

“Yeah… Theo did say you’d come” I mumbled, glancing down to our hands.  His fingers were tapping against the tiled roof.  I half smiled at his familiar nervous habit, and laid my hand over his.  I kept my head ducked down so he wouldn’t see my dumb smile.  “Thanks for that” I told him.  “I never really thanked you… but you did save my life” I told him sincerely, eyes flickering up to find he was already staring intently at me.

“Yeah of course” He murmured, then licked his lips.  “Look I… I can’t promise you it’ll never happen again, especially since once my mom used to promise me there was no monster under my bed and now there’s a monster around every corner- but that’s not the point.  The point… the point is that if, and whenever it does happen again, I’m always gonna show up” My jaw dropped a little, the way he said it so breathlessly, like he was telling me the most important thing I’d ever need to hear.  “I’m always gonna come and get you, I’m always gonna be there” I bit down on my lip, trying really fucking hard not to cry.

“I-I’ve cried enough for tonight” I said with a weak laugh.  Stiles moved in closer, his fingers curling around my hand that he’d previously just loosely laid on his.

“I meant it when I told you I loved you” He said, and I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes away from his.  “I didn’t just say it so you’d stay- I mean yeah but I’d been meaning to tell you for a while, a long while, a really long while seriously Lydia and Scott were always up my ass about it b-but I did mean it” I laughed quietly at his babbling.  “And not the stupid ‘you’re my friend I love you buddy’ thing” He punched my arm lightly when he said that, making me laugh airily again.  “No, no I’m in love with you, and I have been for a long time”

“You have?” I whispered out, eyes flickering between his.  He nodded with a sigh.

“Yeah… yeah I have” He said somewhat sheepishly.  “And I know today’s been a shit storm of events, and I know I literally just told you that I’ve killed people, and a lot of other weird things like werewolves and doctors who make people monsters b-but it doesn’t change anything for me like it does for you because I’ve had this stupid painful crush on you since kindergarten and I’m tired of-”

I cut off his rambling, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down towards me so I could press my lips against his.  Stiles immediately reacted, kissing me back and releasing my hand so he could wrap his arm around me and yank me against him.  I breathed in harshly through my nose, but the kiss softened, became gentle brushes of fingers on skin, and small lingering kisses.  When I parted, I realized we’d moved.  I was on my back, Stiles half over me, one arm pillowing under my head.  I smiled sleepily up at him as his large hand cupped around my cheek.

“I didn’t- I thought earlier when you left it meant that-” Stiles stammered over his words, but I bit my lip to hide an excessive smile and shook my head.

“No” I hummed.  “No, no I’m in love with you” I told him, staring up into his eyes.  “Stiles Stilinski… Mieczyslaw” A small smile played on his lips at hearing his real name.  “I love you for protecting me, okay?” I asked, and when he tried to look away I followed his gaze.  “I understand” I whispered so quietly I don’t know if he  heard it, and he was still hovering a few mere inches over me.  But the look he gave me told me he did, one of relief and joy.

“I really fucking love you” Stiles said.  “And today when… when I found you with Theo I’ve never…. I’ve never been so scared to lose you” I reached a hand up, tracing his jaw and lips as he spoke.  He grasped my hand in the one he’d previously had against my cheek, and kissed my fingers.  “I mean I always thought in the back of mind I’d… I’d eventually lose you.  When the truth came out, or-or worse” When he released my hand I went back to trailing my fingers over his face again.

“Well, got any secrets left for me to know?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow as my finger made it’s way over his brow.

“Once Scott and I ate your halloween candy when you fell asleep” I giggled, planting a kiss on his nose.

“Well, then I don’t think I have reason to leave anytime soon” I told him, making his lips twitch in a smile.  “That is if you’d like to keep me around a little longer?” Stiles grinned widely now, nodding as he adjusted the arm under my head, his other hand splaying over my cheek and touching his lips to mine.  Then again, and again, until my hands slid around the nape of his neck and pulled him down further.

Though eventually I grew tired and it was mostly Stiles doing all the work, I just pursed my lips here and there.  Stiles caught on quickly, chuckling as he pulled away.

“Let’s get you inside for some rest” He said, and I nodded, reaching my arms up as he carefully stood on the roof.  My eyes were closed, but a few moments later I felt his arms wrap around me and lift me up.

“Thank you” I mumbled into his shoulder, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.  Though this would usually make me all hot and bothered, I was too comfortable being held in his arms and clinging to his body.

“No problem princess” He hummed back, and next thing I knew I felt myself being laid into my bed.  “Let’s get you into pajamas” Stiles said, opening up my dresser and finding comfy clothes.  “What the hell y/n!”

“What?” I muttered, rolling onto my side to see him begin to grab a heap of clothes.

“I knew you were stealing my flannels!” I flushed red and smiled guiltily.

“Soorrry” I drew out the word, pushing up to sit on my knees.  I took the ball of shirts from his hands and set them on the space next to me.  “They’re just so comfy” I said, innocently wrapping my hands behind his neck and pulling him just a tad closer.  Stiles raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously, but I pretended not to notice, keepin my eyes focused on his lips.  “They basically double as a dress…” I said slowly.  “Long enough that I don’t need any pants or anything” I finished.  His once suspicious expression faltered for a moment as I lingered on each word.

“What’s your move here?” He asked, voice low and gravelly and making a pit in my stomach.

“Move? I have no moves” I shrugged, looking as innocent as I could.

My fingers trailed down his chest.

“You think that by seducing me..” Stiles moved closer, his hands closing around my hips and pulling me against him.  “.. you can keep all those clothes of mine?” I looked up to find him smirking, which made my stomach do somersaults.  

“Well that depends” I said, my nose barely rubbing up against his.  “Is it working?” I asked, watching his eyes flutter shut and his jaw set.  He was tense, and this made my confidence grow.  “You need to relax” I breathed, rubbing my hands over his shoulders and chest, slightly massaging his shoulders.

“Hm” He hummed, and leaned down to connect our lips, but I pulled away just as they brushed.

“Nuh uh” I tsked, putting my fingers against his chin and pushing him back again.  He made a pout, and tried to curl his lips downwards to kiss the tips of my fingers.  “Stiles!” I scolded in a whisper scream, and he chuckled airily.

“C’mon, one kiss babe” He begged, eyebrows furrowed downwards, but I smiled and shook my head.

“I’m gonna help you calm down” I said, pulling back from him and staring him in the eye.  Stiles pursed his lips and raised his brows.

“W-what?” He stuttered, and I nodded standing up off the bed.

“Yeah” My grin grew, and to calm his confusion I leaned in and pecked his lips.  Stiles kissed me back, making it longer until I pulled away and turned him around.  My hands fumbled for his belt, and swiftly undid the buckle and pulled it out of the loops.

“Look I know you have bruises so you don’t have to-”

“Shut up” I mumbled, cutting him off with another kiss, this time my fingers slowly popping open the button to his khakis, and dragging the zipper down painfully slow.  I could actually feel his erection pressing against his jeans, my knuckles ghosting over it which made Stiles shiver.

“Fucking hell” Stiles pulled his lips off of mine, and shoved down the hem of his pants down, and kick them off of his feet.  I giggled slightly, pushing him back towards the bed.

“Sit down” I said, and he practically fell onto the bed.  I did in front of him, crawling on my knees up between his legs.  Stiles stared down at me, eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.  I leaned up, pressing a long and slow kiss to his lips.  Stiles’ hands cupped around my face, making the kiss more passionate.

But I didn’t want passionate.  I wanted hot and sexy.

So I gently bit his bottom lip, and before he could react rolled my tongue over the pink flesh.

The muscles under my hands quivered, and I remembered something I forgot.

“Whoops” I said, pulling away from him and reaching for the hem of his tee shirt.  Stiles smirked at me and pulled it over his head before I could.  I made a pout, sticking out my bottom lip.  “I wanted to do that” He shrugged a shoulder, and leaned down to kiss me again.  I smiled against his lips, and scooted impossibly closer.

“You’re sure?” He asked, and I hooked my fingers through the elastic of his boxers.

“Yes” I said, and pulled the boxers all the way down to his ankles.

I grinned mischievously up at him, and wrapped my hand slowly around his cock, instantly earning a small whimper.  I smiled at this, and wrapped my lips over his tip, careful not to move them anywhere else.

“Fuck” I hummed around him, and his hands shot to my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth.  I hollowed my cheeks, and began to bob my head up and down his cock.  “Fuck fuck fuck yes” I made a small chuckle and grasped my hand around the part of him I couldn’t quite fit in my mouth.  I stroked it quickly and roughly, trying to get him there quicker.  His moans and breathing quickened, and the dampness in my panties grew.  “W-wait wait-” Stiles gasped, and the hands in my hair pulled me off of him.

“Hey-” He pulled me up to stand, then stood in front of me.  “I wasn’t done” Again m hand reached down to finish what I’d begun.  But I barely swiped my thumb over the precum leaking from the slit on his tip before he grasped my wrist and shook his head.

“I don’t want to come now” He said, and I cocked my head to the side but he kissed me before I could question aloud.  I giggled, knowing he could taste himself on my lips.  “You.. are… so… hot” He said between kisses, and making me blush.

“I am?” I asked as his lips trailed  along my jaw and to my neck.

“Very much so” He said, hands rubbing circles on my waist, then slipping under my shirt.  “Although the clothing situation is a little unfair, yes?” I nodded shakily.

“Mhm-mhm yeah” I stammered out.  Immediately making him yank my dirty tee shirt over my head.  I then went to work on my jeans, while he was seemingly distracted.  When I kicked them off and stood straight again he was still staring at me.  I looked down at my skin where his eyes were wandering, and bit my lip.

I hadn’t looked at myself in the mirror since I’d gotten back, and I was in bad shape.  Bruises and cuts scattered all over my chest and stomach, even my arms and legs had bruises.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, and I looked back up to his eyes, feeling safe again.  I reached my hands behind me, unhooking the plain maroon bra I was wearing.  I slid the straps down my arms, and dropped it onto the floor, adding to the pile of Stiles’ clothes.  His mouth opened, tongue darting out to wet his lips instantly.  I smiled, a pink blush dusting my cheeks.

Here we are, standing practically naked in front of each other, and Stiles is making me feel like I just told him he was cute.

He moved forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him, but carefully, as not to put too much pressure on my black and blue spots.  He brushed my hair back behind my ear, then quickly hooked an arm under my legs and lifted me up.  I giggled as he spun me around, pressing his lips against my neck in a quick kiss then tilting his head up to kiss me properly.  I raked my fingers through his hair.  The kisses became longer as he laid me back on the bed.  My legs stayed wrapped around his waist, and I stared up at him.

“I love you, you know that right?” He said, stroking my hair ever so gently and pushing it away.  I nodded.

“I love you too Stiles” I replied, and pulled his lips down to me, kissing him long and slow, to really prove to him how I felt.

His fingers trailed down my sides, landing on my hips, over my panties.  The only piece of clothing left between us.

His lips trailed down to my neck, finding the sweet spot below my ear that made my hands tug at his hair.

“Stiles” I whined.  “I need you to do something”

In seconds my panties were ripped down my legs.  Literally.  I could hear the fabric tear.

“Stiles!” I scolded, but shut up when he ran his tip through my now revealed folds.  I bit down hard on my lip to hide the sounds I was making.

“Stop that” Stiles mumbled, his thumb pulling down on my lip.  I could feel my cheeks flush in a hot blush.

“Will you just- oh!” My arms wrapped around his neck tightly as he surprised me by slamming in, stretching me out.  “Fuck” I cried softly, burying my face in his chest.  He stayed in place for a moment, letting you get used to his size.  “Stiles” You whispered.

“You okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” I groaned.

Apparently, he didn’t need to be asked twice, because as soon as I asked, he began moving again.

“You’re still on the pill right?”

“Duh”

And like that, he was fucking me.  My hands were clawing at his back, and at first I felt bad but it seemed to spur him on more, so I kept doing it.

“Fuck Stiles you fill me up so good” I mewled, and he smirked down at me, attaching his lips to my neck, nipping gently before rolling his tongue over the sensitive flesh.  I gasped and ran my hands through his hair, pulling tightly against the long strands.  I could feel the coil in my core tightening, bringing me closer and closer to release.  

“Faster” I begged.  “I’m so close Stiles please, please make me come” After the whined out plea, He grabbed onto my leg, and hitched it up on his hip, hitting an even deeper spot in me that made my back arch off the mattress.  I gripped onto his shoulders, practically screaming out his name.

A wave of euphoria crashed down over me, and I fell back onto the bed, gasping as Stiles worked out the last thrusts he had in him, before spurting hot cum inside of me.  He let out a groan, before falling off of me onto his side.  It was quiet between us for a few minutes, both of us riding down from our highs.  Our chests heaving as we panted.  I closed my eyes and rested for a few.

I could hear Stiles roll off the bed, probably in search of his clothes.  I rolled over to look at him as he pulled up his boxers and pants.  He smiled at me, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, before handing me his tee shirt.

“Stiles?” I mumbled as I pulled it over my head.

“Yes love?” He asked, and I sat up on my knees.

“I need panties, you shredded mine” His cheeks went red and I smirked at him in reaction.  He turned, beginning to fumble with my dresser knobs.  “Second drawer” I told him, chuckling at his fumbling around.

It was like all of his confidence had been drained out of him.

“Wow!” I stifled a giggle as he opened my underwear drawer, which consisted of both bras and panties.

“They’re just clothes you geek, just give me a pair” I said, still laughing as he handed me a plain pair.  “Thank you” I told him, and stood up so I could slide them up my legs.  Though his shirt covered most of me.

“You’ve got plenty of panties there” He said, his arms winding around my waist.  Something about the way he said panties made my stomach flip but I still giggled at him.  “I think you can manage having one pair gone” I looked over the the shredded silk material lying on my blankets.  I was going to move to grab them and throw them away, but Stiles kept his grip on me firm.

“Mm what?” I asked, throwing my head back slightly in feigned annoyance.

“Nothing” Stiles shrugged.

“Then might I throw away the remains of what you destroyed?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“Nope” I quirked a brow, but before I could question him, his arms sunk lower and wrapped under my thighs, lifting me up.

“Are we doing this again?” I asked with a chuckled as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

“Nope” He said again, and dropped me onto my bed, making me squeal in surprise.  But he quickly laid down next to me, and pulled me against him.  I let him get comfortable and I let him wrap his arms around me again to yank me so my chest was pressed against his side.  He kissed my forehead.

“I see, you’re an after sex cuddler” I hummed, tangling my legs with his as I drew patterns over the slight trail of chest hair he had.

“Only with you” He said and smiled sweetly, and I gave him a look.

“Well are you sleeping with anyone else at the moment? Now would be a prime time to tell me so I know when I ask you out”

“You’re gonna ask me out?” Stiles asked, an eager smile on his lips.

“Well not if you’re having sex with every girl you find on rooftops” He laughed and shook his head, placing a kiss on my nose.

“Lucky for you, I’m not” He said.  I grinned up at him.

“Then Stiles, would you like to be my boyfriend and do dumb shit together?” I asked, and he nodded quickly.

“Yes, yes! A million times yes!” I laughed at his impression of a woman being proposed to, then kissed him sweetly.

“Good answer” I murmured, before nuzzling my head back on his chest, and closing my eyes.

“Goodnight” Stiles said, placing a kiss in my hair.  He kept his lis there on the top of my head for a moment.  “I love you” He added in a whisper.

“I love you too” I mumbled back, before falling asleep.

I was almost certain that things were going to turn my world upside down, especially now that I was in the light about the supernatural.  But that was okay, because I had Stiles.

okokokokok i’m really anxious rn so just taKE IT *throws it at you*

xoxoxoxoxoxo ~ jordie

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Prompt for brotp week: Daisy comforting Elena after she finds out Mack had been replaced by an LMD but with the added angst of her being pregnant with his kid when this ALL goes down

AN ~ ah, poor Elena! I hope you like it.

Mild angst/hurt/comfort. 4x15 insert/UA. Daisy & Elena, strong background Mackelena, some Jemma & Elena.

Read on AO3 (~1300wd)

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Elena paces. The land and the air are hot and dry and she doesn’t mind that so much; it’s more that she received the call hours ago and she’s usually one of the first to get picked up. At first, she’s mostly annoyed at being left hanging after what had been quite an urgent, concerned call to arms. She might have to uproot her whole life? Again? They were all moving for some reason? Why? And why is it taking so long?

Hours pass and she wishes there was a lemonade stand or something that she might have been able to take advantage of, but in a space big enough and far enough from civilisation to land the Zephyr, there is nothing. She has a bottle of water, fortunately, but she isn’t prepared for so many hours of waiting. Her irritation swells and fades and is replaced by worry. What if their urgent circumstances have escalated? What if they’ve had to respond to an attack somewhere? Or what if they themselves are in danger?

Elena sits on a post and puts her hand on her belly, with half a mind to turn around and head for home. If they really want her, they can find her. But the more she thinks about it, the more she feels that something must be wrong. Mack hadn’t been very forward with her on the call, and that isn’t unusual, but it doesn’t give her much to work with. Fortunately, that also means there isn’t much for her to spin into an anxious knot, which she’s more prone to doing these days than usual. Still, by the time the Zephyr finally lands – startlingly unsteady, is May injured? – she’s champing at the bit.

She runs up the ramp, eager to find a familiar face. The ship is almost deserted, and those that remain are mostly in and around the cockpit, taking off in an uncomfortably communal fashion. Elena scrunches up her nose and turns to the people she does recognise: Daisy and Jemma.

“Where is everybody?”

They look exhausted, and both of them are smeared with sweat and grime and blood. Elena’s heart begins to race as the desperation of the flying; the absence of Mack, of May, of any other Inhumans; the bruised and battered women in front of her all pile up to confirm her fears.

“Dios mio,” she murmurs, blinking to keep any potential tears and their accompanying emotions in check. “What happened?”

Daisy and Jemma share an uncertain glance, neither of them wanting to break the news. Elena’s eyes move between them but after a moment they seem to decide that Daisy should be the one to do it. She reaches a hand forward and Elena catches it, somehow entranced by the impending horror she’s undoubtedly about to face.

“They’ve been replaced,” Daisy says. “Aida and Radcliffe, that whole mad science thing, it’s out of control. They took over, tried to kill us, I, Robot style. We only just got out.”

“Literally,” Jemma adds. “The door blew up behind us.” She shudders after she says it, and draws her arms tighter around herself. Elena frowns.

“Replaced?” Her heart is still in her throat. “They – who?”

“May, Coulson, Fitz,” Daisy says. “Mack.”

Daisy lowers her eyes a little. Elena waits for it to sink in, checks that she is understanding, feels the slow and venomous bite of cold reality.

“Are they okay?” she asks, and again she feels the tears prickling at her eyes, but she ignores them. “Where are they? We have to get them.”

“We will,” Daisy assures her, then tips her head to the side a little. “We’re going to get them, right now,” she insists. “Vasquez is setting up a med bay, we’re getting patched up, and then we’re off. I promise, we’re bringing them back.”

Elena finds a lump in her throat and she can only nod in reply, or else a tangled mass of Spanish, English, and hysterical nonsense is going to come out. Her advantageous lack of morning sickness – so far, she reminds herself – must be balancing itself in other ways because all of a sudden she can’t seem to think clearly. She half sits, half falls into another chair and struggles to compose herself, and Daisy and Jemma watch on, confused by the uncharacteristic display.

“I’m sorry,” Elena apologises, once she’s wrestled her consciousness back under control. She brushes them off, but though she can’t recall the English translation, they seem to get it from a tight shrug and a murmur of; “Hormonas del embarazo.”

“Hormones?” Jemma speculates, leaning forward. “Sorry, Elena, are you-“

Elena sighs.

“It’s Mack’s,” she says. “Of course. I was going to tell him first, but since all this, I can’t…”

“You can,” Daisy vows. “You can and you will. I mean, not first. That ship has sailed, obviously. But this is a good thing! And you will see him again, and you’re going to be his favourite person on the planet.”

In spite of it all, Elena smiles.

“Actually, I think soon I am going to lose that title,” she says, “but I can live with that.”

“That’s the spirit!” Daisy cheers.

Then their attention is drawn by a knock on the wall of the cockpit. They turn to see Vasquez, who announces that she has prepared the medical set-up.

“And the Framework?” Daisy checks. Vasquez looks between the three of them uncertainly.

“Yeah…but there’s only two.”

“That’s okay, she’s staying,” Daisy says. Elena frowns.

“You’re going somewhere?” she wonders, confused.

“We believe the- hostages,” Jemma falters over the word, “are being held with their minds plugged into this virtual reality simulation. We can’t locate them at the moment, because it’s too complex, but we hope that if we enter the Framework and find their avatars –“

“Their bodies, if you like,” Daisy explains, “inside the program.”

“- then we will be able to wake them up or find them in the real world, or both.” Jemma smiles, and Elena gets the feeling it’s supposed to be encouraging, though the tears and reddened eyes lessen the effect somewhat. Of course, Fitz has been taken too – his replacement might have even tried to kill Jemma himself. Elena can hardly imagine it. What did she have to do to get away?

As encouragingly as she can, Elena smiles back.

“What you can do, actually,” Daisy says, “is make sure we stay in there. I’ve hacked in, so it’s probably going to try and spit us back out. Also, our bodies could be shutting down. If we don’t get out in time, we could die, but we want to stay in there as long as physically possible. Jemma’s written down the numbers and times. If it stays over them, pull us out, otherwise anything else is happening. If our vitals go nuts or something, just leave it, someone’s probably trying to kill us in-game and we’re going to need that element of panic.”

She laughs, only slightly strained by the thought of her impending death, and leaves Elena to absorb the information as she struggles out of her chair and follows Vasquez down the hall. Jemma follows, and then Elena behind them, feeling strangely comforted even as she watches their last hopes limping and grimacing down to the beds that have been set up for them. They wait through their cleaning and medical attendance with stoic, steely patience, like warriors, and maybe that’s why Elena feels protected. Not to mention, the love of Jemma’s life and Daisy’s teammates – her surrogate family – are at stake for them too. Elena can’t imagine better people to fight for them, and though she agrees she shouldn’t go – for the good of the child if nothing else – then she can at least trust herself to them.

Elena helps them prepare the Framework set-up, all the needles and dials and electrodes that Daisy and Jemma explain in tandem. They reiterate the need for them to be left to suffer until critical point is reached – an uncomfortable number of times, if Elena is being honest – and Jemma promises on their behalf to bring the boys back. The chairs are lowered, and a tense silence falls over the room. Elena walks around them one more time, checking everything, and Daisy catches her sleeve with a slight movement of her hand.

“Hey,” she says, “pray for us, okay?”

For a moment, Elena sees a flicker of fear pass through her, and then it’s gone as if saying the words expelled it somehow. As if she’s ready for whatever she might have to face. Does she even know what’s in there?

Either way, Elena nods, and then the simulation drags them under.  

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