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remmushound · 3 years

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“Class is in session!” Young April O’Neil tapped her ruler against the whiteboard.

The minute April had learned that not one of the brothers, not even Donatello, knew how to write in cursive, she had jumped on the opportunity to teach them. Even if she was physically the same age as Raphael (ten at the time), mentally she scored higher than all but Donatello, but then again nobody could score higher than Donatello. Yet here she was, in the teachers spot with Donatello as her student.

“This is lame.” Leonardo groaned, propping his feet up on his desk and leaning so far back in his chair that it almost toppled over.

“No talking in class!” April warned.

“Why?” Leonardo smirked.

“Because I said so.”

Leonardo was silent a moment, but the minute April turned around to write on the whiteboard, his voice started up again.

“What if I have a question?”

“Then you raise your hand.” April answered promptly. Her marker touched the board, then Leonardo spoke again.

“What if I break my arm?”

“Then use your other arm.”

“What if I break both?”

“Oh I’m gonna break them if you don’t stop talking.”

“Understood.” This time, Leonardo really stopped talking.

April cleared her throat. “First off: The cursive alphabet!” She wrote both big and small letters on the board for each letter, “Same as the normal alphabet, but fancy~”

“What the heck happened with G?” Mikey gawked.

“We don’t talk about G.” April said, “Leo are you paying attention?”

“Yaaaawn!” Leonardo gagged.

April huffed and clutched her ruler almost hard enough to break it.

“Um…” Donnie’s eyes were even more squinted than usual and he raised a hand.

“Yes Donnie?”

“Can you write it bigger?”

April frowned. “Raph, how’s it for you?”

Raphael was at the desk next to Donatello and sat up proudly at being addressed. “I can see it just fine, Apes!”

“Me too!” Mikey piped.

“Yaaaaawn.” Leo sighed.

Donatello looked around at his brothers with a frown as he shrunk slightly into his shell to hide his embarrassment.

“That’s okay Don.” April said with a smile, “I can make it a little bit bigger for you.” She did just that, “How’s that?”

Don gave a shy smile. “Better…”

April didn't quite believe him, but didn't want to bring it up. “Hey Mike, do you mind switching seats with Donnie?”

“Nope!”

Mikey took a place in the back row beside Raph while Don took a closer place beside the indifferent Leo.

~~~

“Names!”

April scribbled each turtle's name in their signifying color and pointed to them. “Honestly, this is the most important cursive you’ll ever earn. So you can sign your name and stuff— and no Leo I’m not excluding you from learning it just because you’re tiny mutant turtles living in the sewer!” She tapped the board, “Copy this down on your papers as many times as you can!”

There was the unanimous sounds of chairs adjusting and pens clicking and touching to the paper— three of them. April smiled as she looked out over the ‘students’ but frowned once more when she got to Donnie. The year-younger turtle was squinting at the board and near tears trying to make it out. He made an attempt to copy something down a few times, only to scribble it out seconds later. Then, finally, he got up and walked over to the board instead.

“Uh… can I…?” His nose was practically pressed to the board so he could make out his name, supporting his paper against the wall to scribble a quick draft before returning to his desk and copying the rest of his attempts off of the first attempt.

~~~

When she announced for them to turn their papers in, Mikey was of course the first one in line, bouncing excitedly as he shoved his way to the front and held out his paper to April. April smiled and accepted it, yet Mikey lingered awaiting praise.

His work was surprisingly neat for someone so hyperactive, though big and riddled with far more loops than necessary. Legible, but far from perfection. She smiled down at Mikey and gave the tiny box turtle a pat on the head.

“Great work Mike! Try writing a little smaller next time so you can fit more on the paper!” She drew a smiley face on Mikey’s paper.

Mikey gave an excited squeal and snatched the paper, hugging it tightly to his plastron and churring softly before running off. Then came Raphael. His writing was also big and bold like Michelangelo’s, but without the foundation of neatness that the youngest brother held.

“Good job, Raph! Same thing as Mikey, try to write a liiiiittle smaller. I know it might be difficult since the paper’s tiny compared to you, but you’re doing great!” She gave Raphael a flaming smiley face, and Raphael was content.

Donatello was nervous— nothing unusual. He held his paper out to April and almost winced as if expecting rebuke. April let her eyes linger on the anxious softshell a moment before going down to his paper. His cursive was just as illegible as his print always was— the shape was there and she could see some familiarities in the loops to indicate where each letter was supposed to be, but the letters blended together even more than typical for cursive.

Still, she smiled at Donnie all the same. “See? You did great, Don! I knew you would.” She gave a purple smiley, but frowned as the ink dripped and made it look like the smiley was crying.

Donnie accepted the paper without talking and sulked off. Leonardo was last in line, unusual for someone always so eager to please, with a smug smile as he held out his paper to April.

“I know, I know Keep your praise to yourself. I didn't wanna do it but I pushed through it and mine is no doubt the best. That’s why I saved it for last.”

April narrowed her eyes and saw straight through Leo’s charade of confidence. The writing was big, though not quite as big as Raphael’s or Michelangelo’s. It was clear he had finished his work fast, the paper filled and whatever space left filled with tiny scribbles. At first she smiled when saw how neat the handwork was, a welcome improvement to the flipped letters that usually riddled his print writing, but then when she looked closer at the letters themselves, she noticed something else. Though the letters weren’t flipped, they were distorted— not the kind of distortion that a lazy hand would result in, but each letter was blurred together, some of them with multiple loops where there was only one or none when there was meant to be one. April looked up at Leonardo who concerned eyes, though his look of confidence never faltered.

“Uh. Good work Leo.” She said vaguely, giving him a smiley like she had to everyone else.

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“Are you sure about this…?” Donnie asked nervously.

“Trust me!” April beamed, taping the handles of the glasses to Donnie’s face

Donnie, eyes still closed, still tried to turn to face April’s voice. “Whenever Leo says that it usually ends up failing. Painfully.”

“Well I’m not Leo, so stop moving!” She snapped Donnie’s head back forward so she could finish her work. Once she was sure that they were on securely, she backed away and grinned. “Okay! Open your eyes!”

Donnie opened his eyes. His first reaction was to squint like he always did, but when his eyes were met with detail denied all his life, they shot wide and starstruck. His mouth dropped open, he sucked in a breath, and backed up against a wall as the world spun in its new light.

“Wha…”

April beamed and gave an excited bounce, clapping her hands together. Her face looked unusually empty without her glasses, but she didn't care. She could always get new ones, but Donnie…

“Whoa…” Donnie’s dichromatic eyes flicked to everything in the room in quick succession.

“Donnie are you okay?” Mikey rocked on his toes with his arms folded behind his shell.

“I… everything’s just… it’s like seeing life in HD!” Once the shock left, a smile spread across his face and he couldn’t stop it from claiming his usually shy or disinterested features.

“Woah! I wanna see life in HD!”

Mikey jumped up and snatched the glasses from off of Donnie’s face, shoving them on his own. His eyes and nose immediately scrunched up as he looked through the lenses.

“Ehh… this doesn’t look like HD…”

April laughed and leaned down to boop Mikey’s nose while he blinked away the irritation of the focused lenses. “That’s because your eyes already work, Mikey.”

“Raph’s turn!” Raph stole the glasses from Mikey’s nose, laughing as he put them on his own face. His reaction was similar to Mikey. “Ehhh…. Not for Raph.”

“What about you Leo?” Mikey asked, appealing to the older brother, “Don’t you wanna try them on?”

“What, and look like a four-eyed nerd? No thank you.” Leo scoffed, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Excuse me?!” April put her hand on her hip and dared Leonardo to repeat himself.

“Ah—“ Leo’s realization seemed to knock him off his confidence, “Not you April—you make them look cool—“

“Just shut up and wear these.”

April shoved the glasses onto Leonardo’s face, and the slider was immediately blinded by how… not blind he was. He let his mouth hang open a moment and sucked in a gasp, looking around with the much the same awe as Donatello had, before shaking his head and taking the glasses off of his face.

“See? Told ya! I don’t need em!”

Despite his words, there was a longing hurt in his eyes as he returned the glasses to Donatello and silently reserved himself so his twin could enjoy the full experience of being able to see a whole new world.

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all1e23 · 5 years

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Code Date Night [One-Shot]

Summary: Sparks ruin date night.

Warnings: A little bit of angst. Lots of fluff. Sweet, protective Bucky.

A/N: A new Astrophile drabble! YAY! As a warning, Bucky is injured on the job in case that’s a trigger for anyone. No death. There is a bit of angst, but it’s still Astrophile fluff. It takes place roughly 5/6 years after the epilogue. Write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me if you like it. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS.

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Bucky leans forward in the back of the truck, adjusting his boots. His feet are killing him, and he just wants to be off this damn job. The love he has for his career and his brother runs deep, but he’s so ready to get home and see his wife. That is something he never thought he would say. He’s always loved work more than most things in his life, but here he is desperate to get back to the station so he can see his girl. He settles in next to Steve and continues to hum the same tune he has been humming for the last several turns. He pulls his hair into a tight bun at the base of his neck and continues humming. In just under eight hours, his shift will be over, and he will be holding his sweet Beck.

The tune repeats once more from the start, and the moment it finishes, Bucky glances at the men around him.

“Okay, what’s it from?”

Steve leans his head back against his seat and fires off a guess without any real pause to consider the melody. “Flintstones?”

Clint tears his eyes from the road for a split second and sets Sam with a flat look. “Flinstones? What the hell? Sam, you need to sit down and teach your husband a thing or two.”

Sam chuckles and sends a Steve wink who promptly blushes at the gesture.

“It’s Happy Days.” Sam glances at Bucky for conformation. “Right? Happy Days?”

Bucky chuckles and leans forward to give him a high five. Same dumb game every shift. They have to do something to pass the time when things are less than exciting, and it never fails to end the same way. Steve never guesses right, Clint makes fun of him, and Sam wins.

“Yeah, it’s been stuck in my head since yesterday morning. It’s on all night on that rerun channel, and the twins have decided four in the morning’ means it’s time to get up.”

“Let’s be real. You get up that early, or is Y/n getting up?” Sam asks with a snort, disbelief, and humor filling his words.

“Screw off. I’m gettin’ up. I get up every time my babies cry, punk. What about you? You get up with Stevie over here?”

Steve rolls his eyes. This happens every shift. Every damn day. “Of course, Sam wakes up when I do, Buck.”

“Damn right, but we are kind of passed that stage, dumbass.” Bucky lurches forward and knocks his helmet off his head. Sam whips his gloves into the backseat catching Bucky on the side of his head. Bucky jumps ahead, but Steve grabs him by the back of the jacket and jerks him back into his seat.

“Hey, guys…” Clint shouts over their scuffle. “As fun as this round was, we got a real problem coming up on the right.”

Steve leans forward to see a thick cloud of black smoke rolling out of the windows of a small four-story apartment building. The bronzed painted wood paneling on the outside of the broken windows is quickly turning black from the flames burning through the wood framing. Steve sits back and gives Sam an order before slipping his helmet on.

“Call it in. I’ve got a feeling this one is going to be ugly.”

By the time the truck came to a stop, the windows on the fourth floor had shattered. Bucky and Sam rushed in to pull out as many people as they could. The bottom two floors were cleared, the tenants could feel the heat before it ever reached them. Even with his gear, Bucky could feel it. Sam took the third floor, and Bucky ventured up to the fourth, pulling out a woman in her late forties who was trapped in her bedroom thanks to a fallen beam.

Steve waited for their all-clear before he breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was out, and they could focus on putting the fire out, not carrying out bodies.

Steve made eye contact with Sam and shouted over the noise surrounding them, “Get that redline in here! We can get it under control before it spreads any further.”

The woman Bucky had pulled out of the flame is sitting on a stretcher, fighting against the EMTs and clawing to get to Bucky. She kept shouting about going back in, and Bucky tried five or six times to tell her there was no way anyone could go back in now until they got the flames under control.

“I don’t know what you’re saying with that mask on! My kitty is in there!"

Bucky yanks his breath mask off in frustration and tosses to Clint standing nearby. He is not in the mood. He’s already running late for date night, and all he wants to do is get a shower, eat some damn pasta, and make love to his wife on the one night his kids spend at Aunt Natasha’s.

Now he’s got to deal with a fire that the Gods had to dump in their laps.

As much as he would love to save this woman’s cat. They can’t go back in. All they can do now is put out the remaining flames and go in once it was safe.

"Ma'am, I understand but–"

"Mom?!"

The unit looks up and sees a little girl about nine standing on the fire escape, and the woman’s voice catches Bucky’s ear. "I told you! My kitty! She was hiding in one of the cupboards!"

"Shit.” Steve steps back from the truck. “Get the ladder!“

There isn’t enough time. Bucky shakes his head and makes a run for the fire escape on the side of the building. He Jerks the rickety metal ladder down and starts to climb up to meet the little girl. She is frozen from fear, and he wouldn’t leave her up there all alone and scared like that. He can hear Steve ordering him to back off, but he can’t. What if it was Orion? Or his sweet little Cassie trapped up there? He can’t just stand on the ground and watch.

"Buck! Watch out for the–"

——–

“He climbed up the fire escape to help the nine-year-old girl down before the building collapsed. The heat had cracked the window she climbed out of, so he covered her with his jacket before moving her to a safer floor. Flashover shattered the window, and that’s when he got the burn to his left shoulder and upper arm. There was a lot of smoke covering them for a good minute. Not sure how much he took in.”

“Okay,” the emergency room doctor sighs and glances up at Steve. “We’ve got it from here. We can notify his family if you don’t–”

“No.” Steve’s voice cuts through the room, and he attempts to soften it. “I’ll call. We are family– I’ll handle it. He’s in my company.”

The doctor nods. He understands. He deals with injured emergency servicemen and women more than he would like, so he understands Steve wants to be the one to make the call. They are a family in the way none of the hospital staff could understand. He leaves Steve to make the call and makes his way back to where Bucky is fighting against the heavy sedation they pumped into him. Steve doesn’t waste another second and heads for the elevator, but Sam catches his wrist before he can get far and pulls him back just a step or two.

"Where are you going?” His voice is soft and warm. He’s speaking as a husband, not a member of Steve’s company.

Steve gives his partner’s hand a squeeze and pulls his arm free of the shorter man’s grip. “It’s Tuesday. That’s their date night. I’m not going to call her in the middle of the restaurant and tell her what happened. It’s not far from here. I’ll tell her in person.”

Sam doesn’t try to argue with him; just simply nods. Once Steve’s made up his mind about something, there is no changing it. He watches Steve go and then turns his attention back to Bucky, watching through the glass wall that separated them.

"BP is good. His vitals are stable despite the injuries and smoke inhalation.”

The words coming from the blond nurse on Bucky’s right sound far away and almost muffled. As if his head was underwater, or the way Leo sounds from under his Spider-Man mask. For some reason, Bucky can’t work out, she continues trying to talk to him despite his drowning. The white lights flashing over his eyes make him wince, and his eyes focus on the room around him. He quickly recognizes where he is. He’s in the hospital, and that means… No, this isn’t good. Bucky has to get up and get out of this bed right now.

He has somewhere to be and someone he can’t let down. He can’t let her down like this.

Bucky groans and tugs at the tubes in his nose as he struggles to sit up. His left arm burns, but he ignores it. There is a pinch every time he tries to move his shoulder to pull out the IV. It doesn’t matter. He has somewhere to be. A gentle hand lands on his chest, “Lieutenant Barnes. You have to sit back for me and keep that in your nose. We need you breathing clean air.”

With the weight of the hand and whatever medication they gave him, he is too weak to push back against their gentle urging. Bucky falls back against the bed, but he continues to try to pull the sheets off his leg to climb out of the cold hard bed – nothing like his bed at home, it’s warm and soft and filled with the people he loves most. He wants his bed, not this sad excuse for one.

“You don’t understand. I got a date– My wife–”

“We can call your wife and let her know. I’m sure she will understand. You can go on your date another night.” The kind-looking nurse on his life cuts in.

Bucky shakes his head rather quickly, making his head spin and tugs at the plastic tube in his nose again. He can feel his chest tightening at the thought of Y/n, his Beck, sitting alone waiting for him to show up. He needs to make sure she is okay.

“No, you don’t understand. My wife wrote it on the calendar. We have a calendar in our kitchen and, and she wrote it down for tonight. She– she wrote in pen, okay? I can’t not show up. I can’t.”

“Mr. Barnes–”

“I promised my wife I wouldn’t–” He takes a deep breath and repeats, forcing his panic down. “She wrote it in pen.”

——–

Y/n glances at her watch once more and drums her fingers along the stem of her wine glass. She’s not nervous. Bucky is only forty-five minutes late. The large glass door at the front of the dark restaurant swings open, she sits up straighter, and a small smile starts to curl up the corners of her mouth until she realizes it’s no one she knows. It’s certainly not the man she’s eagerly waiting on. She huffs out a breath and slouches back down in her seat, grabbing her phone to check for any missed texts – not that there will be, that phone hasn’t left her hand all night.

She takes a picture of her nearly empty glass of pinot noir and sends it to Bucky with a small warning following the image, I’m on my second glass. If you don’t get here soon, I might have to find someone else to take me home. They both know she would never, but they tease each other and the foundation they’ve built all of this isn’t shaken by something that silly. It’s one of the things she loves most about their relationship. She’s never had that before, but she likes it, and she likes that it’s with Bucky.

No reply. No phone call, and it doesn’t look like he has seen the picture she sent. Her thumb hovers over Steve’s number, but she quickly talks herself out of it. This is getting silly. She doesn’t need to be that wife, the one that calls the second her husband is late and makes a fool of herself. Bucky said he would be there, and he will. He would never let her down, it’s not in him – his heart would never let him do anything to hurt her.

Everything is fine. He’s just late. She isn’t worried in the least. It’s perfectly normal for him to be a little late every now and then. Only three weeks ago, he had picked up an extra shift out of nowhere, making up for someone on day shift that needed to trade out. It’s part of the job, and she knows that. It’s not like Bucky is an accountant, working a simple nine to five and home at the same time every night without question. She knew that going in and saw it several times with Nat and Orion before she even met Bucky.

There is nothing to be concerned about. He’s merely running late and will be there soon. He promised, and he always keeps his promises.

She is not worried.

A tingle runs down her spine, giving her goosebumps and causing her to look up only to find Steve strolling towards her. The sight of the blond makes her breathe a sigh of relief. If Steve is here picking up dinner, everything is fine, and Bucky will be there in no time.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” Y/n asks, forcing a relaxed smile despite the way her heart is pounding in her chest. “Picking up dinner?”

“No, Y/n. I’m not here for dinner.” Steve holds out his hand for hers and nods towards the exit, gesturing for her to get up and follow him. “I called Nat, and she said she would sleep at your place tonight with the kids and take them to school the next few days.”

“W-what?”

Her heart sinks into her stomach, and her fingers instantly start to tremble. There’s a buzzing in her ears that won’t go away with a few shakes of her head like she hoped they would. Steve’s gaze doesn’t leave her, but he’s not giving anything away; his face is utterly blank. Whatever he needs to tell her he doesn’t want to do it here, in front of a restaurant full of people and that makes her stomach churn even more. She hesitantly reaches up to take the hand that Steve is holding out for her.

“Why does Nat– Steve, please… Where is Bucky?“

The panic seeping out from her chest is starting to slip into her voice. She can’t help it. Steve came to get her, her husband is for all intents and purposes missing, and he never ignores her calls like this. Something is wrong. Steve squeezes his fingers around hers and pulls her up. His arm tightens around her waist to keep her on her feet.

Just in case.

"Steve… Where is he?”

The crack in Steve’s demeanor tells her everything she needs to know before he gets a word out. Bucky’s hurt. He’s not making it to date night. Calendar and pen could do nothing to change that.

“He’s at the Brooklyn Methodist. He’s going to be okay, but we need to get you there.”

——–

“Mr. Barnes. For the love of–”

A deep sigh leaves the young nurse attending Bucky’s bedside, and it sounds as if she wants to throw her scrubs in the bin and never come back. It’s late nearing the end of her shift, and Bucky isn’t exactly the easiest of patients at the moment. “I know you’re upset. We’ve called home for you four times. The quicker we get you patched up, the quicker you can get out of here and back to her.”

“I have to see my wife now. Not in’a couple of days. She, She can’t go through that again. I know this sounds crazy, and I am sorry I am being a pain in the ass, but she wrote it friggin’ pen! Just give me the paper to sign that says I’m refusing care–”

“I don’t think so, Lieutenant Barnes.” Bucky’s head snaps up at the sound of her voice, and his whole body relaxes at the sight of Y/n standing in the doorway, she’s not smiling, probably because of what she just heard, but she’s wearing that little red number he loves so much. It’s the one that falls off her shoulders and hugs every inch of her body, and it’s really got him regretting missing date night.

“You’re not going anywhere, and you’re going to let them do whatever they need to.”

Bucky glances up to see the nurse smirking at how quickly he settles back against the pillow because his wife told him to. That might bother him if Y/n wasn’t walking around the slightly uncomfortable hospital bed and taking his right hand in hers. She regards his left arm, carefully. There’s no hint of what she feels, which is unusual for her. Bucky can nearly always tell what she’s thinking because she wears every emotion right there in those pretty eyes. If you just look close enough you can see everything that’s written on her heart.

The white bandage, littered with splotches of yellow and light red, is wrapped around his bicep and extendeds up his shoulder spreading towards his chest, and her eyes trace every inch of it. The stretch of the injury explains the lack of a shirt on her husband. Whatever happened though left the tattoo on his arm untouched and she breathes a sigh of relief, not only would that hurt Bucky, it would break Ori’s heart to see it gone from her father’s arm. Y/n’s hand finds its way into his hair, and she gives a gentle tug until his head falls against her chest.

“Beck,” Bucky whispers, whimpers, really, but no one is going to call attention to it. The way he’s clinging to her is for a husband and wife only, and those left in the room take the hint. Y/n runs her fingers through his hair, and he takes a deep breath before whispering against her skin, “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t– I tried to get there.”

Y/n’s hands freeze in his hair while he babbles on about missing ‘it’ and apologizing for hurting her. She can’t work out why he is apologizing until she hears him say, I know I promised and you wrote in pen and ‘m sorry I made you worry. Bucky, her sweet December, is lying in bed with what could very well be third-degree burns on his arm, and he’s concerned about pens, past hurts, and the promise he made to never leave a similar scar on her heart.

All he cares about is the damage done to her.

“It’s alright,” She assures him with a simple kiss to the top of his head, his temple, and his cheek, right over the stray tear that slipped out before he could force it back. "We can do it another night. There are plenty of empty spaces on the calendar.”

"But–"

"I’ll draw an arrow to a new night. In pen.” She sinks down next to him on the stiff bed and leans her forehead against his. “I don’t care what night we do date night as long as you’re the one I’m meeting.”

“You better not be meetin’ anyone else,” Bucky whispers in her ear. There is a hint of playful teasing in his voice, and it makes her grin. He is attempting to quell her unvoiced fears and give her back some of her equilibrium in the wake of what could have been their end, and she loves him for it.

“I hear you had two glasses of wine tonight and were lookin’ for someone to take you home tonight? Whaddya say you come home with me darlin’?”

“Mmm.” She considers the offer with a soft giggle and pecks his lip softly.

“That can be arranged, handsome. Let the doctors give you a once over and make sure you’re okay, then I’ll let you take me home, December.”

“Whatever you want, Beck.”

——–

Four days it’s been since Bucky was admitted to the hospital. Four days since he’s been allowed to sleep in his own bed or be able to really hold his wife. It has been four tortuously long days since he’s seen his kids and Bucky won’t make it another day without seeing their sweet faces.

Y/n wanted to bring them in, but the first few days he was in a lot of pain, and he didn’t want them to see him like that. It’s not something his kid should ever have to see. Ori was old enough to understand it was a burn and that he got injured on the job but that she meant she understood. Bucky is worried if she knows all the details, she will panic every time he leaves for work, and she may be that much closer to being a full-blown teenager, but she’s still his baby, and she should get to be a kid, worry-free for as long as she can.

As for the twins, they wouldn’t fully understand, but he didn’t want them to be scared of him. He was hooked up to a lot of machines, and he didn’t want them to have nightmares. It was better to wait.

Thankfully, today was the day. Bucky gets to go home, and Uncle Steve dropped all three troublemakers off about twenty minutes ago. Cassie and Leo ran straight for his bed and climbed up on his lap to smother him in hugs and kisses, which he happily accepted and returned. Orion, though, she hung back with Y/n at the foot of the bed, holding her mother’s hand and avoiding Bucky’s gaze.

He really hates it, not because she’s choosing her mom over him or something as petty and trivial as that. Orion chooses Y/n over him more often than not, and he’s okay with it, loves it in fact, but she’s avoiding him because she’s scared and upset, and he hates that he’s the cause of ache in his daughter.

Once they get home, they will have to talk, just him and his comet, but for now, he keeps it light for the twins.

“What have you two been doin’ without me? Drivin’ your uncles and sister crazy?” Asked Bucky, forced humor therein his voice that only Y/n catches.

Cassie doesn’t say anything. She curls into Bucky’s right side, under his arm, and hides her face in his shirt. She was scared, still is. She’s been terrified since Uncle Steve picked her up from Aunt Nattie’s and said daddy was sick at the hospital, so she would have to stay at their house till he got better. She cried the last three nights in a row and slept in her uncle’s bed, snuggled between them.

Leo isn’t oblivious to what’s going on around him. He is just as upset, but he doesn’t show his feelings as quickly as Cassie does. He tries to be strong for his mama and sisters – just like his daddy does! So, he sits on Bucky’s lap and nods, “I slept with sissy and Oviver at Uncle Stevie’s house."

"There’s an ‘L’ in Oliver, buddy. You slept with sissy, you said?” Bucky questions, and his eyes shift to Orion, who is trying her hardest not to cry and scare the twins any more than they already are.

“You’ve got a pretty awesome big sister, huh?”

Leo nods and beams at Orion, who gives him a small smile back.

Bucky raises his left arm, ignores the burning on his chest, and ushers her over with a wave of his hand. Orion didn’t have to be told twice. She dashes over and snuggles into his left side, careful of the bandage on his chest and arm. It isn’t anything too serious. Second-degree burns that may not even leave a scar, and he gets to be home with the kids for two or three weeks until it heals fully. Bucky is thankful it’s nothing compared to what it could have been because he could have been so much worse.

Still, he knows it looks pretty scary to his kids.

“Okay, you three know I’m alright, don’t ya?” Bucky places a kiss on Ori’s forehead and the top of Cassie’s head. He motions for Leo to lean in and when the four-year-old does Bucky’s lips land right in the middle of his forehead, making him giggle.

There is a muffled yeah from his girls, and Leo nods hesitantly. Bucky sighs and catches Y/n’s eye, silently begging for help. She’s better at this, better at the whole words thing. As much as he tries, Bucky isn’t as good as Beck – regardless of what she thinks. Cassie looks up at Bucky and tugs his shirt, grabbing his attention.

“Daddy?” The small voice coming from his side makes him drop Y/n’s gaze, and he finds Cassie staring up at him wide-eyed and curious.

“Yeah, stardust?”

“Your arm hurts?”

Bucky shakes his head and gives his shoulder a couple of shrugs to prove his point. There is a little bit of pain if he keeps it in motion, but Cassie didn’t need those details. She just needs to know her daddy is okay and all good for their nightly cuddle sessions.

“A little bit, baby. It’s just a little burn, but as long as I keep it clean and wrapped up, it will be alright. I promise I’m okay. Just need rest and cuddles from my babies, and I’ll be right as rain.”

She nods seemingly approving of the answer and then pipes up again, “Can we all cuddles in bed tonight?"

Leo appears to like the idea because he scoots further up Bucky and lays his head on Bucky’s stomach. Ori glances between her parents, waiting for what she clearly hopes is a yes. Bucky catches Y/n’s eye and grins. She grins right back and shrugs just light enough for Bucky to spot but not the kids.

“Of course.” Y/n says with a smile and a wink for Ori. “I always want you three snuggled up with us. We might need to invest in a bigger bed, though, with our two little bed hogs.”

Bucky chuckles and tightens his arms around his kids. “Nah, we will be fine, Beck. Just gotta cuddle real close, and everything will be just fine.”

#Bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #fireman!Bucky #Firefighter AU #daddy!bucky #no longer single dad AU #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #astrophile files

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tuxiedjabberwock · 6 years

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One Last Wish - Fairy Tail one-shot

Part of the @fairytailvalentinesexchange, my piece for @phoenix-before-the-flame. Have a good one!

Since he was young, Natsu was taught by Igneel to put his faith in the stars. At the time, he didn’t see what exactly the stars could do to help him, but since it was Igneel, he took it to heart anyway. So, whenever he thought he’d bomb a test in school, or if he wanted sunny weather for a day in the park, or for Igneel to stay home from work so they could have a father-son day, he waited until late in the night when the twelve constellations were visible and made a wish on them. In his eight years of life, it hadn’t failed him once, and he was starting to get comfortable with it.

One autumn day found him crying into the cold wind with his back to a new gravestone. The adults hovered a short distance away and he let them stay there with their empty pitiful words and faces. It suddenly occurred to him, after a long long time of sitting by himself, that the cloudy sky was beginning to darken. He pushed himself up and, ignoring the protests behind him, took off from the cemetery and into the streets. By the time he reached his and Igneel’s — well, now only his — home, the sky was dark and the clouds were just starting to part. The house was set amidst a wild growth of grass and bordered Magnolia Forest, where the air was clear and the heavens were always bright. Now they were bright and laughing at his sorrow.

“Gimme my dad back!” he shouted to the twinkling stars. He repeated it even louder, screaming at the top of his lungs until they hurt as much as his heart did. Then his legs gave out and he fell into the grass with a fresh stream of tears going down his face. He squeezed his eyes shut as he scrubbed at them, but the sudden blast of wind didn’t help, freezing his tears to his face. “D-Damn it.”

“Hey.” A softer hand joined his, gently cleaning his cheek. Natsu peeked one eye open and saw a little girl his age in a loose white dress smiling back at him. Her hair was bright yellow and soft looking and her eyes were warm and open.

“Who are you?” Natsu asked, his voice a little shaky.

“Lucy.” Her eyes closed as her smile widened, but it wasn’t creepy like some of his teachers — it was endearing. “Hey.” Something about that smile made things feel a tiny bit better. Not perfect, mind you, but the ache lessened, and Natsu smiled back.

“Hey!”

They laid in the grass and talked until grouchy Aunty Porlyusica came over and Lucy said she had to go home before “Loki” began to worry. “Hey, Lucy, are you gonna come back?” he asked as Porlyusica led him away by the hand. She giggled and beamed at him.

“Of course!”

Natsu had to change schools and stay in grouchy Aunty Porlyusica’s apartment, and the pain of losing Igneel never quite faded, but he was distracted now by his new classmates the Stripper and Erza and the weird principal Makarov. And whenever he could, he returned to their old home, now on the market, and found Lucy waiting for him there. They talked from noon to evening about everything and nothing until parting ways for the next day. Sure, the school gang kept him busy, but something about Lucy...something about Lucy made her feel a lot like the home he’d lost. (Not that grouchy Aunty Porlyusica wasn’t caring when she wanted to be, but...she was grouchy Aunty Porlyusica.) And it gave him this warm feeling to be with her. Before he knew it, he was damn near addicted to her presence.

But, like all good things, it came to an end. One day, Natsu was there and Lucy wasn’t. She didn’t show up again.

“What did you just say to me, Ice Prick?”

“You deaf or something, Flames-for-brains?”

“Natsu, Gray! Finish packing already!”

“Yes, ma’am!” they squeaked in unison. Erza gave a satisfied nod and turned to pick up another box. Natsu grumbled complaints under his breath as he grabbed a box — which promptly split open and rained his framed photos onto the pavement.

“This is not my day,” he muttered, bending down to sweep them up. A fading photo of his and Igneel’s house caught his eye, and he held it up to the sun. He hadn’t been by there for ten years, not since Lucy stopped showing up. Ah, but his stomach still did a weird flip-floppy thing when he thought about her — time never took that away.

“Thinking about your father?” Erza’s voice was gentle as she crouched next to him. He let out a long sigh as he set the frame in the box and crossed his arms over his blue jeans. He would never get used to her demoness/motherly shifts, her nor Mirajane.

“Sorta.”

“Sort of… Then you’re thinking about Lucy.” He mentioned her in passing — how could he not have, when he’d known those guys for most of his adult life — but he didn’t know much of Lucy to pass on in the first place, which made it odd he was still fixated on her so many years later. Except, well, he did have an idea why he was stuck on her.

“Sorta,” he said with a smirk. He finished picking up the photos and resealed the box. “C’mon. I know you two still have packing to do. We gotta move fast before the college changes its mind about Fullbuster over there.”

With their help and a mass amount of bickering, Natsu had the last of his stuff shoved into his car. Erza reminded him, Gray’s sister Ultear would help him pack, so he could go over to the Strauss’s and see if they were done. He pulled onto the street and drove the familiar path to the Strauss’s house, then his mind became occupied with thoughts of college. He wouldn’t be able to see Porlyusica anymore, grouchy as she was, nor Wendy and Romeo in the apartment downstairs, not even the alley cat Happy he’d grown fond of. He’ll be going to college almost two hours away from it all, away from…

Without thinking about it, he makes a left rather than a right, and all of a sudden he’s back in his old neighborhood again. There are all new houses after ten years, and the park he used to go to with Igneel is now an elementary school. The house is unchanged save for the color; he also met the people that live there now, and they’re good people. They’re not home now and he parks in the driveway, then walks out to the open field behind the house. It’s nearing winter, so the night is already coming, and he can see the brightest stars in the sky.

Ten years ago, he asked the stars to bring Igneel back. He knew the dead couldn’t come back to life, Igneel’d told him as much, but if he said the stars would grant his wish, then — Instead, they gave him Lucy, who granted his real wish: making the pain go away. And when that pain went away...so did she.

“One last wish,” he said to the sky. “Before I leave Magnolia for the next few years, please, I...” He swallowed and looked down at his hands. “Lucy...could you...me back…?”

“You sure took your time.”

Natsu’s head snapped up as a soft voice filled his ears. Lucy — older Lucy, even more pretty Lucy — was standing there with hands behind her back and her bare feet shuffling nervously on the grass. Behind her was a…human lion? That was the only way Natsu could put it. He looked pretty human, albeit in weird bronze armor, but his orange hair was a wild mane and he had two furry ears atop his head. He had a hand on Lucy’s shoulder and was staring at Natsu, sizing him up.

“Lucy?” Stupid thing to say. He had never forgotten her face, nor her voice, not even years later. She smiled and nodded, and his stomach turned itself into a pretzel. “And he’s…?”

“Loki,” she said, the same time he also said, “Leo the Lion.”

“Leo the…wait…” Natsu slowly looked up at the stars, then back at them. Lucy looked somewhat upset at him, at which the lion raised an eyebrow and gave her a flat look in return. “Like, the constellation? I’m sorry, but how much of a sap do you think I am?”

“Honestly?” Loki began, at which Lucy jabbed her elbow into his arm.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say so earlier—well, you can’t blame me, it’s not exactly the sanest thing to say.” She added a nervous giggle and started fidgeting. “And I…don’t misunderstand, I wanted to be with you not just because you wished so. Just like you watched the stars, I’ve been watching you, and I guess I…I’ve fallen…” A pink blush covered her cheeks and she turned away sharply, letting her long hair curtain her expression. “I’ve…been wondering when we’d see each other again.”

The story still seemed a bit out there, but he had grown up on fairy tales and mythology, so he could suspend his disbelief. Either way, it would be the last time he would see her. He opened his mouth and she held out her hands, cutting him off.

“You’re leaving, I know as much. But I don’t want that to be it.” She glanced at Loki, whose expression was unreadable, then looked back at Natsu with a slight frown. “We’re used to granting others’ wishes, you know, but you, Natsu…you’re the first thing I’ve ever wished for. There was sort of an uproar with that—” Loki snorted, which she ignored, “—but eventually, Loki decided to leave it to me.” Her arms fell to her sides and she took a step forward, then another, and more until she was chest to chest with Natsu. She looked up into his eyes and he looked down into hers, brownish-gold, and the faint sheen on tears in them. He felt himself blush as well at the proximity.

“Uh, Lucy…”

“If you’ll grant my wish…” She looked at him with some measure of trepidation. The face made him uncomfortable—he didn’t like seeing her sad—but at the same time, he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, Luce, you’re just as weird as ever.”

“What?” Her voice turned a bit shrill and Loki stepped forward with murder in his eyes. Natsu grinned at her and took her shoulders.

“You really expect me to turn you away? You know me better than that.” He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. She exhaled with relief and put her arms around his neck. He rested his chin atop her head and watched Loki give him a faint nod before vanishing in a show of golden sparks. He tried not to let his jaw hit the grass. So they were telling the truth…

“Hey, Natsu.” She pulled away with her hands on his chest, a small smile on her pink lips. “One more last wish?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Tell me I’m not weird.”

He burst out laughing and pulled her close again, and while she fumed and pounded at his back, he closed his eyes and thanked his lucky stars.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #nalu #fairytailvalentinesficexchange2018 #nalu oneshot #romance #ft fanfiction

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imagineyourstars · 7 years

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@9panda11 requested a jealous s/o who wants affection from their boyfriend, and here’s part 2 ! with Leo, Mika, Shinobu and Natsume !

Leo :

There he goes again. Sitting on the ground and scribbling on the walls like a particularly rebellious five-year old. He’s humming too, not even registering the pile of blank music scores you left nearby for him to use.

“Leo—“ you start, but he immediately shushes you, eyes throwing daggers your way.

“Shhhh ! Can’t you see I’m busy ?! Sheesh, us geniuses are treated like garbage these days…” You feel another headache coming. How are you going to clean that up ? No, as much as you just want peace and calm, you can’t let him draw on the walls of your house.

“Listen, Leo, I just gave you music scores, can’t you use them—“

“I said shhhh ! What if the inspiration suddenly—“ He gasps, eyes wide open, then lets out a long pained yowl and you rush his way, worried he’d accidentally hurt himself yet again.

“Are you alright, Leo ?” You’re on the verge of panicking, examining his hands carefully to see where he’s hurt. Turns out he’s completely okay, now gripping his hair with both hands and rolling on the floor, letting out what appear to be genuine sobs.

“The inspiration…. ! It’s… It just flew away ! What am I going to do now… I failed you, Mozart ! Pardon me, Vivaldi… !” You softly bite your lip, somehow feeling guilty now. Maybe it’s really your fault ? How could you make up for it… ? At a loss for words, you opt to just sit on the floor beside him and speak your feelings.

“I’m sorry, Leo… I didn’t want to, uh, break your concentration or anything. Can I help somehow… ?” He doesn’t even look up at you, still crying a puddle on your floor and rolling around. Dirty clothes don’t seem to be his biggest concern. Worried he might hold a grudge against you, you suddenly add : “You know I’d do anything for you…”

You almost jump in surprise when he suddenly bounces back to his feet, eyes bright and lips stretched in a wide smile. “That’s it ! ‘I’d do anything for you’, that’s exactly it ! I won’t lose to you, after all, Mozart !” And with a happy laugh, he’s back at it again, completely ignoring you. You look at him scribbling (on the music sheets, this time) with a sigh and just go back to sit on the couch.

To be honest, it’s not what you were expecting when Leo said he had a day off and he wanted to spend it with you. But then again, what can you even expect from someone as unpredictable as him… You can’t resist and steal another glance at him : he’s still humming and composing his new masterpiece, seemingly very comfortable on the cold and hard floor. It seems you completely disappeared from his world… and it makes you more than a little jealous.

It’s not that you mind him being so happy writing songs, really… It just seems it’s the only thing on his mind. Well, he can be affectionate out of the blue but it’s still pretty rare. You can’t help but sometimes wonder if he truly loves you as much as you do… You sneak another look at him : he’s still composing. He looks a little bit more frustrated, though. How long until he gets angry and starts to complain about suddenly disappeared inspiration ? Not that you’d wish for it to happen, but… if he could come and spend a little moment with you, you wouldn’t exactly be against the idea…

Maybe there is a god and maybe he’s heard you, because Leo suddenly stops writing, now pouting unhappily. Ah, looks like art block struck again… He tries to get back to it, but just frowns and shakes his head vigorously. He doesn’t seem to be pleased with what he just wrote… That’s the perfect occasion : you get to both comfort him and get some attention from him ! You’re already up, sitting next to him again and hugging him tightly from behind.

“Did inspiration leave again ?” you whisper, your hands slipping in the ventral pocket of his hoodie. He just nods weakly, staring at the floor. You can’t help but giggle when he starts pouting again and leave a kiss on his cheek, smiling when he nuzzles into your touch for a moment.

“Yeah. Left just like that : poof, no more inspiration.” He sighs, but quickly gets back to smiling when your lips start trailing down his neck, and he promptly adds : “Aaah, not there, I’m so ticklish !” Of course, you don’t listen and start blowing raspberries against his neck. His giggles are probably your favorite sound : they’re so bright and happy…

But before you can torture him much longer, he turns over so that he’s facing you and hugs you close, fingers drawing weird patterns only he can decipher on your back.

“Missed you”, he whispers, his bright green eyes looking happily into yours. You can only smile at that, and kiss the tip of his nose.

“Missed you too, Leo.”

Mika :

To be honest, you’re sometimes wishing your boyfriend wasn’t as much of a hard worker.

After giving his all during Valkyrie training, he left to his part-time job, only to come back at your place in time for dinner. Naturally, he helped you with the chores, before reviewing the choreography for Valkyrie’s upcoming live. He quickly hit the shower and is now sitting at the kitchen table, working hard at sewing his costume. You’re sitting on the couch, reading a book while he works, but soon realize how late it’s getting and get up, stretching.

“Mika, are you coming to bed ? You’ve had a long day, right ?” He just nods absently in response, still trying to figure out where he should put his needle next. Well, he still looks busy. You smile at him before leaving to take a shower yourself. The hot water works wonder on your tired muscles, and you smile when you spot Mika’s shower gel, which he brought along with the rest of his stuff, sitting primly in a corner. Once you get out of the bathroom, in your pajamas and feeling refreshed, you come back to the kitchen. Mika’s still here, facing away from you. He’s diligently sewing.

“Aren’t you tired ?” you ask, coming near him to stroke his shoulder gently. To be honest, he felt quite… off, tonight. He hasn’t been speaking a lot, seeming elsewhere. You thought he was just busy, or tired, but now that you notice his leg twitching nervously under the table, you can’t help but worry about him.

To your surprise, your boyfriend just shakes his head at your question. The dark circles under his eyes look more prominent than ever, though… Is he lying ? Could he really be that busy ? Your eyes fall on the costume he’s sewing : it’s just his good old Valkyrie costume. You still try to engage a conversation with him, your fingers caressing his back.

“Are you mending your costume ? Did you damage it or something… ?” You don’t really see why he would be sewing it otherwise, and when he suddenly turns his head away from you, you know you’ve hit bullseye. So he damaged his costume, huh… Well, Shu can be pretty scary when someone rips something he’s sewn himself, so you’re not that surprised Mika would want to mend it as soon as possible.

But still… You glance at the clock, wincing when you see the time. It’s really getting late, and you’re worried about your boyfriend… He needs sleep badly, you can just see it clear as day on his face. Yet he’s still stubbornly doing his best, fingers clumsily working on the fabric.

“Come on, Mika. You need to sleep. We’ll think about your costume tomorrow, okay ? It can wait—“ He suddenly interrupts you, fist tightly gripping the dark red fabric.

“No, it can’t.” Your eyes slightly widen : it’s not often you hear him raise his voice…

“But you’re going to feel awful tomorrow ! Besides it’s fine, it’s just your good old costume ! Trust me, it can wait a bit—“

“No !” He downright shouted this time. You’re faintly aware of little droplets falling on the fabric, darkening it.

“But Mika—“ You shyly try to speak, and he interrupts you yet again, even louder.

“Ya just don’t get it ! Ya don’t know how much that costume means ta me !” He abruptly sniffles, and when he looks up at you, you can see he’s angry. Maybe at you, maybe at himself… Hurt, you just turn your back to him and go back to the couch, picking up your book and sitting with your back to him.

“Fine. Do whatever you want. It’s not my business.” He doesn’t answer, and you can hear the fabric softly rustling again as he works on it. At first, you’re focused on your book, determined not to let what just happened get to you. But as minutes pass, you’re starting to feel awful.

You invited Mika to your place to make sure he gets some food and rest, and now you just argued with him over a costume… ? Besides, maybe he’s right and maybe you don’t understand the value this costume has to him… But to your credit, you were just worrying about him ! And he’s been pretty cold with you tonight, focused more on idol work than on you. Maybe that made you a bit on edge and you’re a bit jealous too…

You sneak a glance at him : he’s still sewing, but doesn’t seem very pleased with himself. Eventually, he turns a hesitant gaze at you and gasps when he catches you looking. He immediately turns away, and you’re left to smile. Maybe it’s not too late to make up…

When you get up to join him, he stands up in his turn, putting his needle away and shyly rushing to your arms. He hugs you tight, closing his eyes when you kiss him gently. Your thumb brushes against his wet cheek, and he’s smiling at you when you softly move away.

“Sorry. I’ve been a lil’ on edge tonight… and a bit cold ta ya too.” He lets out an awkward little laugh that dies instantly in his throat when you kiss him again.

“It’s fine, me too. Maybe I was a bit jealous…” He shakes his head, stroking your back.

“Nah, really, ‘ts all my fault. Let’s just go ta bed, okay ? It’s as ya say, I’m really tired…” He yawns suddenly, emphasizing what he just said, and you just smile before taking his hand in his, leading him to your bed.

After all, you could really use some warm cuddles tonight…

Shinobu :

Well. That was definitely not what you expected when you called Shinobu and told him you’d be alone at your place tonight. Oh, he sure came rushing, happier than ever to spend time with you. But he also came with a huge bag, which you now realized was full of ninja props.

“And this is how I perform my Fire Breathing Jutsu ! I can show you how it works too—“ He’s already inching a plastic bottle filled with a weird liquid you can’t identify to his mouth, and you barely manage to stop him in time…

“No no no, don’t worry, I’m, uh… good. Besides, isn’t it dangerous ?” He looks a bit relieved at your interruption, putting the bottle away.

“Well, it does tend to get a bit fire-y !” His eyes are twinkling happily, maybe at the mention of fire… Or maybe just because he’s happy to show you all his tricks.

“No ‘fire-y’ stuff in my house, Shinobu.” You’ve seen him starting small fires at school often enough to know this is a terrible idea. He shakes his head dejectedly, rummaging through his huge backpack.

“This is a shame, I won’t be able to show you my Jumping Through A Ring Of Fire Jutsu… What could I show you… Oh, this one is fairly inoffensive ! Maybe !” You incredulously mouth that last part again. Maybe… ? Well, your phone is sitting on your lap, ready to call 911 should an emergency arise, so you’ll probably be fine.

“Is there an immediate risk for anyone involved ?” you hesitantly ask as he gets a large cloth ready. What is he going to use that for, you wonder…

“Normally it should be fine, but being a ninja is a risky profession !” He’s proudly swelling out his chest with those words, and you smile encouragingly at him while he gets his cloth ready. This is definitely not what you were expecting, but if it makes him happy… Once he’s done hiding behind the large cloth, you can only raise an eyebrow.

“This one is fairly impressive, if I do say so myself ! Three, two, one…” You distinctly hear him taking a sharp, steadying breath before he suddenly shouts : “Invisibility Jutsu !” He suddenly drops the cloth, leaping to the ground and rolling under the table to hide there. You hesitantly clap, unsure if the technique is already over or if there’s something else that’s supposed to happen.

Shinobu proudly gets out from under the table, cheeks the faintest bit of pink. “This technique is very effective, isn’t it ? I am myself in awe every time I use it !” He beams at you, and you find his smile is contagious.

“You still can’t completely disappear, I take it ?” you ask with a giggle. He vigorously nods, looking very pleased of himself regardless.

“Unfortunately, actual invisibility is an impossible feat to achieve, but I think I am getting pretty close to the real thing !” You kind of want to tease him and ask him what happens if there’s no table to hide under nearby, but he’s already looking into his bag again. Another trick ? As much as you love them, mainly because your boyfriend is so happy to show them to you, you find yourself wanting a quiet, peaceful moment spent cuddling him instead…

“Shinobu ?” You call out to him, but he doesn’t seem to hear you. He’s already in his own little world… He puts the cloth back in his bag before getting a pocket mirror out.

“How about I show you my Cloning Jutsu now ?” You eye the pocket mirror, barely repressing a smile. As much as you want to see this one, you have other plans.

“Shinobu, wait a moment. Can I show you one of my own techniques ?” He just stays there, dumbfounded, for a moment. When he finally fully assimilates what you just said, he’s excitedly bouncing on his feet.

“Were you training too… ? How amazing, I have always dreamt to form a ninja duo with you ! I’m all ears !” He hurriedly comes to sit next to you on the couch, gesturing for you to get up and show him your tricks. You just shake your head and stay seated, taking his hand in yours. He jumps a bit at the sudden contact, and you find yourself whispering.

“I need your hand for this one… I call it Entrancing Jutsu.” He nods, already completely enthralled by your presence. Perfect. You lean to him, inching your face closer to his with each passing second. His cheeks are getting increasingly redder, but he bravely holds his ground and carefully observes you, eager to see your “trick”. That’s when you suddenly kiss him.

He lets out a muffled yelp, clearly panicking, but you put a hand on his cheek and gently stroke it. Your other hand is still holding his, and your thumb is soothingly tracing circles on the back of Shinobu’s hand. Your trick works wonders and he soon relaxes into the kiss, shyly squeezing his eyes shut. When you try to get away, he leans into you and gently pecks your lips again, before looking up at you. His cheeks look so hot they could be melting any second…

You can’t help but laugh when he confusedly puts a trembling hand on his lips, as if to check what just happened was real.

“So, you liked it ? Isn’t this technique just the best ?” you tease him, smiling when he hesitantly nods before timidly hugging you.

“It was v-very good. I think you’d make for a very talented ninja…”

Natsume :

You can’t help but feel you’ve walked right in the lion’s den. And said lion is looking at you with an amused little smile.

When Natsume offered you come at his house on a Saturday, you accepted innocently enough. Who wouldn’t be happy at the prospect of spending time with their boyfriend ? Certainly not you.

The only thing is, he doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to you. He’s been sitting at his desk, busy working on a new experiment ever since you arrived. So you’re just sitting on his bed awkwardly, waiting for something, anything, to happen.

Noticing you’re wriggling uneasily, Natsume turns to you with a devilish little smile, one that almost makes you think he’s doing all this on purpose.

“I’m awfully sorry. If I had known I would be so busy, I wouldn’t have offered you come here.” You smile at him, shaking your head.

“No, it’s okay, Natsume, I understand ! It’s just—“ Oh, he already turned back to his work. Well, so much for that. You’re left looking at his bedroom, intrigued by his decoration choices. A newspaper cut on the wall catches your eye, displaying a middle-aged woman in typical fortune-teller gear smiling mysteriously at the camera. She looks a lot like Natsume…

On the shelves, you find a lot of books about the paranormal and spirituality. There seem to be an awful lot of candles and weird symbols too… What is that in that plastic jar over there ? You throw a quick look at Natsume, wondering if he’d mind if you go and have a look. He turns to you for a split-second and gives you a little smile. You guess it means you’re good to go. You find a lot of jars, most of them containing dried plants. What does he use those for… ?

“They’re for witchcraft rituals.” You jump a bit in surprise when you hear him suddenly speaking. When you turn to him, his back is still turned to you. How the hell did he see you ? You suddenly meet a pair of golden eyes in a mirror on his desk, convenient angled so that he could see you. He smirks at you briefly, before seemingly going back to his experiment. This whole room feels like a movie set. Worried you’re going to find something even weirder, you just go back to sit on the bed.

Now that your curiosity is satiated, you’re feeling pretty bored. You can’t help but wonder if that was his intention… Well, you did come for Natsume, so it’s understandable you’d feel a bit lonely if he doesn’t pay any attention to you, right… ? You sneak another glance at Natsume : he’s still working silently. What you can’t see is that his smirk hasn’t left, far from it…

A short moment later, you put your phone on the bed with a sigh. You did try to get busy playing a game, but you’re still feeling lonely. Now you just want Natsume to be done so that you can spend time with him… Maybe you could cook together ? Or play games ! Wait, that’s not a good idea, he wins every single time. Well, it’s still fun even when he wins.

“Natsume ?” you hesitantly ask. His hands stop mid-gesture, indicating he’s listening to you. “When will you be done with this… ?”

You swear you just heard him chuckle for a split second. “I’m afraid I need another few hours before I complete this project.” Your eyes widen immediately at his response. What ? What kind of science experiment takes hours to complete ? By now, you’re almost sure he’s just toying with you.

And that gives you an idea. If he’s toying with you, you’re going to show him you can toy with him too. You nonchalantly remove your jacket, exposing a bit more skin. Natsume’s shoulders barely even stiffen, but he did react… You tug a bit on your top, then run a hand in your hair. When you start softly biting your lip, your hear the sound of glass hitting glass, and your boyfriend barely manages to catch the test tube he almost dropped.

That’s no good. Determined to push it a step further, you lay on Natsume’s bed, hugging his pillow to your chest. It smells faintly like him… You tilt your head to the side, looking pleadingly into the small mirror you can see on Natsume’s desk. You meet his golden eyes for just a second before he hastily looks away. So he was staring, huh…

“Natsume… Come and cuddle with me ?” His hand is slightly trembling as he’s trying to carefully put a drop of whatever’s the liquid in the vial he’s holding into another tube. You can tell he’s trying his hardest not to look into the mirror again. Looks like you still need to try a bit harder…

You get up suddenly, walking towards his desk. He’s still working, but it looks like he’s waiting for you. Not wasting time, you tightly hug him from behind, pressing your chest against his back.

“Natsume… I’m feeling lonely…” You pout, before hiding your face in his neck and leaving a few kisses there, like he’s so fond of doing to you… He just puts the vial he’s holding on the desk before spinning his chair to face you, taking you on his lap in a swift movement. He’s still smirking, but the tip of his ears is just the slightest bit of pink.

“What exactly are you trying to do, hm ?” He whispers those words very close to your ear, softly blowing in it to tickle you and chuckling when you try to move away from him. Try is the word : he’s holding you so tight you can’t move…

“Now you’ve caught my attention, little kitten… But I wonder, aren’t going to regret it ?” He’s still smiling, but his eyes are serious, and he’s looming over your neck threateningly.

And when his lips suddenly dive onto your skin, hands tight around your waist to prevent you to move, you know he’s not letting you go away until he’s satisfied.

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The Hamato Chronicles Ch. 3

Rated M for Mature--Contains disturbing images, racial slurs, and images of war. PTSD trigger WARNING

If ya recognize it, it ain't mine.

Ch 3

Leo POV

After lunch, which was Marlowe’s mac and cheese, we decided to watch a movie. As per normal, Mikey wanted a horror flick, Raph wanted action, and Donnie wanted a documentary. But, we all agreed to let Lowe pick.

She held up The Princess Bride and started laughing so hard she was almost crying. Our brothers smiled and put the movie in.

Marlowe, propped herself on the back of the couch and said to Dad, “Hey Pop. ‘What about the ROUS’?”

Father smiled and leaned against the door frame. “’Rodents of unusual size?’ Hmm,” he said as he played with his tail, twirling it like a chain. “’I don’t think they exist.’”

After the previews, we heard Sensai yell, “’Everybody move!’”

We scrambled to get out of the way. Dad vaulted over the back of the couch and landed next to Marlowe, who hadn’t moved an inch. He settled in to watch the movie with a smile. We all watched as they would laugh about things like they were inside jokes.

Supper was pizza. We had a ball. The banter between all six of us was music to my ears. It was like an important instrument was missing from our little symphony. One by one, we went off to bed. At 3 am, when I got up to go pee, Marlowe was just laying down.

Don’s POV

I was woken up by a muffled scream at 4am. I met Father at the door to the lab. He seemed just as shaken as I was. The scream was most definitely female, so we knew it could only be Marlowe. The two of us ran into her room to see her thrashing on her bed and shrieking ‘NO’ and ‘Joey’. Occasionally, Marlowe would gag and we’d have to roll her to her side.

“Marlowe, you need to wake up,” my father whispered in his panic as he was petting her face.

I was whispering to her the entire time, “Come on, Sissy, wake up.” But it seemed to go on for hours. It was only maybe a minute but it sure felt like more. When her eyes finally fluttered open, she looked like she was going to hurl, so I grabbed her trash can and thrust it under her face. I was just in time. When she was finally finished, she slumped back on her pillows and sobbed. It kills me to see my strong big sister hurting like this.

Marlowe’s POV

I had gone to bed that night, after having a late night brawl with my survivor’s guilt and almost a whole pot of coffee. Suddenly, I was in the middle of another nightmare.

My world was a little fuzzy. I remember this place. This is where we were when our Gunny said to shoot those kids. Suddenly, I felt myself being thrown around and then Joey was in my lap asking me to watch over his little sister. There was so much blood. I tried to hold it all in. I knew what was coming next. Joey bled to death while we waited for the medics. I can still hear the blast coming. I can still feel the heat of the truck as he was blown next to me. I can still feel the hot of his blood on me, can still smell it. Even after the last 6 months it still makes me gag.

I woke up to Donnie holding up a trashcan for me, which I promptly heaved into. Pop was next to me, gently rubbing my back. After empting my stomach of the last two days of its contents, I started sobbing.

My father whispered, “Marlowe, what happened out there?”

“Dad, I only want to tell this story once,” I somehow managed to croak out, “so you had better get everyone up and here.”

Without us knowing it, Leo had gotten up and was standing outside the door. He went to get our other two brothers up while Don called April and Casey. In a half hour, April and Casey walked into the lair.

Donnie handed me a bottle of water.

“Thanks, Double D,” I said hoarsely.

Raph wrapped the couch blanket around my shoulders a few minutes later. “Are you sure you don’t need this, Squeaks? It’s kinda cold.”

He smiled and said softly, “And I’m not tha one shakin’, Marlowe Jean.”

I looked up to see Mikey squirming on the rug. “Angel, go.”

“But I need to be here for you, Lowe.”

“Just go!”

Mikey grumbled as he got up and stalked off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Marlowe shaking her head. She looked up at April and Casey, “You guys have siblings?”

April said, “No,” while Casey just shook his head.

“I’m going to tell you two the unspoken sibling code,” Marlowe said as she started to tick them off one by one on her fingers. “One, I may love you to bits and pieces, but I am not required to like you. Two, I can beat you up whenever I want, but if someone so much as looks at you in a fashion I don’t approve of, I will kill them. Three, I reserve the right to despise whoever you settle with as no one will ever be good enough. And four, I also reserve the right to spoil any and all of your progeny to the point of rottenness and far beyond, stopping just short of sociopath.”

April and Casey sat stock still, for nearly a whole minute. Then Marlowe smiled and they started laughing.

After hearing Marlowe call the boys by their childhood nicknames a few times, Casey had to ask where they came from, “So about these nick names?”

Marlowe laughed, “I couldn’t say names or features when I was in BASIC or OJT. Uncle Sam likes to read the recruits letters from home and listen in on their phone calls. So, Uncle Pete and I worked out a system where we would use something from when the boys were little as a code name for each of them. When Leo was little, he was really accident prone and had an awesome speech impediment. He couldn’t say ‘Fell’ so it was kabong or kaboom. I started calling him El KaBong in my letters home. Raph was two when he finally started talking.”

Casey grinned, “And now he never shuts-up.”

“Watch it, Jones. He’s is still my little brother and I am still a Marine,” I replied, hotly, as I leveled a glare at the hockey mask wearing vigilante. “Anyway, he’d get so upset he would scream at the top of his lungs for quite a while if you didn’t immediately understand what he was meaning. He would get this squeaky, hoarse voice after throwing those fits. So, when I had to think of a code word for Raph, Squeaks came to mind. Sometimes, if he is exhausted or really sick, I can get away with ‘Squeaker’, but I don’t push it. Donnie had a huge independent streak when he was two. Every time we’d ask if he needed help his answer was always, “NO! Don-Don do!” In my letters home I shortened it to DD or Double D. Mikey has always been Angel. Guess that’s just the big sister thing. I mean, they are all my angels, but he’s always been my Angel.”

Everyone gathered on the couches in the living room, waiting for me to tell them what happened in Afghanistan. Raph sat one side of me, his arm around my shoulders in an attempt to calm the tremors that still wracked my body, while Don was on the other, holding my hand, secretly keeping an eye on my pulse.

My father sat down across from me, “What happened in Afghanistan, Marlowe.”

“I was out with my squad and my SSgt’s Gunny; a guy by the name of Johnson. He was a bastard; called me a ‘prairie squaw’ to my face quite a few times. Anyway, we were doing a patrol in this tiny little town, the kind where one well serves 6 or 8 houses. There were some kids outside, playing with water guns. I remember this one was mutagen green and neon blue. It was obvious they were just playing in the water when they would stop and fill their soakers back up. This Gunny ordered us to ‘Shoot those damned kids’. All four of us were floored. Caitie looked at him and asked, ‘Whaa’. She wasn’t sure she heard him right. Then he yelled, ‘I order you to shoot those damned towelheads in training. Nits make lice. Bet you’d know all about that wouldn’t you, Hamato’. I about lost it. I looked at him and said, ‘Sir, with all due respect, I respectfully decline to follow that order.” He started screaming at me; called me everything but an American Marine. Then he sent me back behind the lines. I was put on temporary restriction for two days and the paperwork for my discharge was started over my wording. There was a guy working supply for quartermaster company, Joey Loveland, who gave me a ride to regional. We were a few miles away from our destination when he yelled ‘Shit’ and threw me out of the cab of that deuce and a half. He was right behind me. He landed right next to me. I can still feel the heat of the blast; can still taste the sand and dust it kicked up. But most of all, I can still feel Joey’s blood on my hands and hear his screaming,” I paused and took a breath as tears ran down my face. “I can still hear him asking me to watch over his little sister.”

“I sat there, trying to keep him alive while screaming through the satellite phone for a medic when he said to stop. He said he knew he wasn’t going to make it, just asked me to take care of Brynnie for him. He died in my arms. Medics finally got there 10 minutes later, but by then I was in shock. I was sedated for three days because I kept trying to scrub his blood off when it was already gone. When I finally came out of it, my Staff Sargent was there and he told me that JAG wanted to talk to me. Turns out, my girls complained. There was no way to stop my discharge but that Gunny got in some big trouble. Come to find out, I had been put in for Staff Sargent half a dozen times when there was a slot and I had the points, but that Gunny kept turning it down. He kept saying that I wasn’t ready for the responsibility. Mind, I had been a Sargent for years, had all my points, was never flagged, and had never failed a PT test. It all boiled down to my gender and skin color.

When I got back to San Diego, I was in pretty bad shape. I couldn’t eat or sleep; I got put into inpatient observation at a VA Hospital there. A week later, I was transferred to a VA hospital in Pierre, South Dakota. Saw at least three Docs there. No one bothered to look at my address on record. It took me almost four months to get them to transfer me to a caseworker in the Bronx. After that fight, I had another month before I could see a Doc about my anxiety; that was more pills. I was lucky that Caitie got out right after me; she let me bunk with her until I found you guys again.

That was a complete stroke of luck. I was headed down into the tunnels on Humboldt and Sherman when I ran into O’Neil. I recognized her from the photos you guys emailed me. She asked how long I’d been home for. Told her I’d been looking for you guys for the better part of a month. She told me she would have you guys come here for a few nights the next week. Then she gave me the number to Pop’s cell. First thing I did when I got back to Cait’s was to lock myself in the bathroom and call dad.”

A/N-- Exact same version on ffn.

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