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awkward-tension-art · 3 months

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Catatonia

Leon x gn!reader

Warnings: Trauma, depressive catatonia, crying, hurt/comfort, panic attack, post-raccoon city, Leon needs a hug, reader-insert, gender neutral pronouns but lmk if I slipped up anywhere, reader being supportive and taking care of Leon

Everything I know about catatonia is based on my own research and my undergrad psyc degree, so chances it may not be accurate. Enjoy the sadness!

You had no idea what happened.

Leon was supposed to go to Raccoon City and begin his first day as a cop. He would be ahead of you for a couple of months while you finished your semester. You were supposed to transfer to Raccoon University.

But then Raccoon City collapsed. The president bombed the city and everyone in it. 100,000 souls, wiped off the face of the earth.

For a day you thought you lost your boyfriend. Your grief was overwhelming, assuming he had died. Only to get a call from the military, confirming his survival, along with a little girl named Sherry.

Once you reunited, you brought him back home. Sherry, taken to a hospital for testing and recovery from…some type of infection.

Leon looked like hell. He was covered in grime, sweat and blood. The RPD uniform he wore was ripped and ragged. And his shoulder…filthy bandages were wrapped around his shoulder.

Worse of all, his eyes…his beautiful baby blue eyes were empty. Distant. Traumatized.

He seemed entirely dazed. Confused even. Unaware of his surroundings.

“Come on,” you whispered, leading him from the entrance of your small apartment to your shared bedroom.

Your upstairs neighbors must’ve dropped something, because you heard a muffled thump. Leon, in response, jumped. His hand shot to Matilda, grabbing the gun tightly.

“Leon, it's ok.” You spoke softly, your hand reached for the gun, putting your palm on the top of the barrel, “It’s ok…you're safe.” Matilda was trembling in his grip. He didn’t speak, as you took the pistol from his shaking hands. You clicked the safety, took out the mag and emptied the chamber.

Your eyes roamed his face. Jesus christ, he looked terrified.

Your boyfriend was traumatized. PTSD, you theorized. But without a professional, you couldn’t be certain.

“Come on,” You put Matilda down on the counter and slowly led Leon to your bedroom. Once inside the room, you sat him down on the bed. You didn’t care about the stains on the sheets; they could be washed or replaced.

“Leon.” you knelt, having him look down at you, “I’m gonna remove the…armor, ok?” You weren’t entirely sure what Leon was wearing on his body. Was it some type of specialized riot gear?

You received a small nod.

“Ok…I’m gonna start at the chest.” You had to warn him of everything you did. Any wrong move and Leon might jump. You didn’t want to scare him.

Your hands went to his side. You had to move his arm, which allowed you to lift the velcro. With the sound of the usual tearing, you freed one side. You did the same for the other, being careful of his injured shoulder. Once the armor was open, you slowly and carefully lifted the chestpiece over his head.

Leon was still silent. His eyes were still distant and unseeing.

Your fingers went to his belts. This felt…you were afraid of violating your boyfriend. “I’m gonna get your belt off ok?” You remained kneeling, “Can I, Leon?” Was he even in the right mind to consent to undressing?

He wasn’t speaking, mind entirely somewhere else.

“Ok…Listen, I’m going to get your belt off, then the rest of your clothes, ok?” You explained softly everything you planned to do. “Then, I’m going to turn on the shower, and get you washed up.”

No response either.

You were running out of ideas. Your hands went over his, “Leon…If you understand me, please squeeze my hand.” You hoped and prayed he could do that much at least. Your eyes met his, silently begging him to react to…something.

His fingers twitched. Good.

You smiled ever so slightly, “Alright…Here…” carefully, you put his gloved hand on your shoulder, “If you want me to stop, you squeeze my shoulder, ok?” It was a way for him to communicate without speaking.

Your movements were slow and clear as you removed his belt. It was surprisingly heavy, weighed down by the hip pouches attached to it. Jesus, what did he carry? There was a knife sheath wrapped around his leg. The moment you touched it, Leon’s hand shot to the handle.

“Woah, it's alright.” You pulled back, giving him space, “Leon, it's ok. You're safe.” your tone was quiet and reassuring, “It’s you and me right now. It's just you and me.”

Slowly, his grip loosened and he let the knife go. His eyes stared at you, through you. Your boyfriend wasn’t seeing you anymore.

Carefully, you removed the sheath and its straps. Pulling the other smaller armor pieces off was easy enough. However, your hand grazed his shoulder, causing him to flinch. At first you assumed it was a bruise or type of scratch, yet you were still careful getting his shirt off and peeling off the dirty bandages.

It was worse. Much much worse.

A gunshot. Jagged, circular, and surrounded by dark spidery veins. Your boyfriend had been shot!?

“Oh my god…” You breathed, “Leon…” Checking his shoulder, you realized the bullet had gone through completely. “Has anyone seen you for this? A doctor?”

He didn’t answer you.

“Ok…” You sighed, calming yourself, “I’m gonna turn on the shower.” Your steps were quiet but hurried as you got to the bathroom. Your thoughts were racing as you turned the water on, setting it around the temperature you knew Leon liked.

Your boyfriend had survived something awful in a city that’s been bombed. He’d been shot. Taken in by the military. Returned to you traumatized and quiet.

You returned to his side, kneeling down and looking into his eyes. “Let's get you cleaned up, ok?” The both of you were silent as you got Leon to his feet and to the bathroom. Once inside, you put his hand on your shoulder again as you pulled off his filthy pants and boxers. You did your best to not react to the smell.

Christ. Did he run through a sewer ?

You tried not to ponder, leading your boyfriend into the shower. He grimaced once the warm water began to hit his skin.

This stupor he was trapped in scared you. He most likely wasn’t in control. Was he at least aware of the world around him? You didn’t know enough about catatonia. He needed a professional. A doctor. You’d take him to the ER after the shower.

The water around your feet had turned brown from the grime on Leon’s body. It slipped down the drain in a continuous stream as you grabbed some body wash and began to scrub his skin. Tonight, you’d use your shampoo, conditioner and soft loofah. If your boyfriend was in the right state of mind, he’d deny loving the vanilla and lavender smell you preferred for your soaps. But he wasn’t, and you used them anyway.

You grabbed your shampoo and squeezed out more than the ‘recommended quarter size’. Reaching up, you ran your soapy hand through his hair before scrubbing your fingers into the strands. Leon grimaced again when you began to massage the sweet smelling soap into his hair and scalp.

“I’m sorry, I don't mean to be rough.” You murmured, washing his hair as much as you could. With only one wash, you weren't satisfied. Neither would your boyfriend. You tilted his head back and poured more shampoo directly onto his head. You scrubbed again, being more gentle this time.

One more wash later and you could tell his hair returned to its natural blonde.

Hopefully…

Next battle was his skin. You started at his neck, being as careful as you could as you scrubbed. there was a slight flinch when you touched his neck, causing you to back off. Leaving that area of his body alone, you moved on.

You were as careful as you could be with his shoulders and arms, especially around the bullet wound. Leon grimaced again when you began to clean his hands. His empty eyes stared ahead as you worked to clean under his fingernails.

Thank god you had a nail cleaning kit. It came in handy as you cleaned as much as you could. It felt like you spent a good 10 minutes on each fingernail, removing grime, mud and…blood.

Once done, the bottle of body wash you used was empty. You mentally thanked yourself for picking up a new bottle just a few days before Leon left. Popping the tab open, you got to work on his chest and back.

He’d been stock still the entire shower. Even when you began to wash his legs and feet, he didn’t react. Normally he’d try and pull away, complaining of being ticklish. But tonight? Nothing was causing any sort of reaction.

By the time you felt your boyfriend was clean and the water streaming down the drain was clear, the shower had run cold.

Leon wasn’t even shivering.

“Come on…” Your words were soft as you turned the handle, shutting off the water. “Let’s get you dried and dressed.”

Lean remained unresponsive as you pulled him out. You wrapped a towel around his waist as you took another and began to dry his face and hair. From there, you dried the rest of his body. The towels were blessedly clean and unstained when you pulled them off. Good, you managed to get off all of the unknown gunk that had clung to his form an hour ago.

“Leon,” He was entirely lost to you. You weren’t even sure if he could hear you, “I don’t know what happened, but I’m here for you, ok?” Gently, you stroked his cheek, looking into his unfocused and dazed eyes.

Catatonia. Completely.

Once you managed to get him dressed, you got him sitting on the couch to rest a bit more. You stripped the comforter off the bed and threw it into the washer along with the towels. They’d run while you take your boyfriend to the ER.

It was late now. A little past 3AM by the time you got in. The intake nurse was kind and understanding, taking you and your boyfriend to a bed after a 30 minute wait.

Honestly, the ER was a blur. You held his hand while he sat on the bed. Some tests were run. You were asked questions. his bullet wound was tended to properly. You signed some paperwork, and by 4:45 in the morning, Leon was confirmed to be in a depressive catatonic state and treated with lorazepam.

An hour later you were sent home with a prescription once the IV was finished.

Once inside, you led him back to your bathroom to wash his face and prepare for bed. He needed sleep. You did too.

But a part of you wanted to remain awake in case he needed something. Leon’s stupor was terrifying. What if the treatment didn’t work? The doctor mentioned ECT…

No . it was too early. It had only been a few hours since he was given the medication.

You got your boyfriend to lay down. He was on his side as you knelt next to him, knees on the carpet next to the bed. Your hand pet his hair, trying to give some sort of comfort to him. “Leon…” You whispered, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but…I'm right here.” You sounded like a broken record at this point, “I love you and I’m gonna stay right here to help you.”

At some point, when you noticed the sun coming up, you joined Leon on the bed. Your arms wrapped around him, his back to your chest, holding his hands in your own. You drifted off, somewhere between awake and asleep. You don’t know how long you remained like that.

A strangled cry rammed you out of your state. You sat up, looking around in a panicked rush. Your eyes landed on your boyfriend, sitting against the wall, gripping his hair. He was hyperventilating, letting out a choked sob. His blue eyes were wide, staring at nothing.

“Leon! Leon, it's alright.” You shot out to him, kneeling in front of his face, “Shhh, look at me, ok? It's ok. Everything is alright, Leon.” You didn’t want to scare him or panic him, but all you wanted to do was hold him.

He sobbed, closing in on himself and shutting down.

Shit. Shit!

“Leon, Leon, please…” Your words were failing. He wasn’t hearing you. Not entirely, “Leon shhh, you're safe. It's over. You’re home.”

Stupidly, you took a chance. Very, very slowly, you raised one hand to his cheek. Something clicked in his mind feeling your touch. His terrified eyes flicked up to you. It took a few moments for him to fully register that it was you in front of him.

His lips trembled. You barely made out your name in his quiet and cracked voice.

“Can I hold you?” you asked tenderly. his consent mattered. He was extremely vulnerable. You refused to add to his fear and panic.

Your boyfriend nodded slowly.

In response, you adjusted your position and wrapped your arms around him. “Shhhh…” you hushed Leon as his shoulders shook with more weeping, “Shhhh, it's alright. It's alright…” You unconsciously began to rock back and forth slightly.

You didn’t know what Leon had survived. You didn’t know what he went through. But dammit …as you heard his cries and sobs, you swore you’d be there to help him through the aftermath.

#reader insert #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #re2 x reader #re2 leon #tw: angst #tw: trauma #tw: catatonia #my writing

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ramu-ego · 1 year

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(nsfw) RIOT GEAR :: x femdom!Reader

cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, electrophilia, sexual themes word count: sloppy headcanons character(s): Itoshi Rin, Hyoma Chigiri, Bachira Meguru, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro, Isagi Yoichi

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

brat brat brat

of course he likes it but he's not going to admit that until his own pleasures on the line

what starts out as a passive aggressive way to help him "relax" during his yoga quickly turns into a groveling needy idiot

nothing brings Rin's turbulent mood to the brink of tears like the on/off switch to his blue lock suit

target different sections of his body, build up to it (trust me it's worth it)

from level one right up to the brink of actual pain, Rin can take it

extremely sensitive balls

use it on him in the most compromising of positions while he's stretching or meditating so you know that fabric is as snug as can be

bonus points if you do it in front of a mirror

watch him first hand though as he goes through every emotion the higher the setting gets and his body can't refute its own pleasure

from your face to his own reflection in the mirror Rin's inability to decide where to look is just as cute as his precum soaked blue lock suit

won't ever admit it with that pout but humiliate him and watch him as he cums like an untouched virgin in his blue lock suit every time

soften the blow with the sweetest words ever in the aftershocks of his orgasm

kiss the sweat on his brow and tell him to get in the bathes so you can clean him up before anyone sees

princess needs to be careful of his muscles right? to avoid another tear?

bingo

guise of helping Chigiri maintain a healthy relationship with his injury makes it that much easier to drop the fact their suits are a little....unique

alright so fine he's intrigued but, y'know, for his career as a soccer player of course

a body does what a body's going to do you can't fault him for that! or for the throbbing wet spot on his crotch seconds after you turn it on the lowest setting

princess will grit his teeth and pretend like this isn't happening

it feels good...really good

until his hair is sticking to his face, lips parted and tongue darting over his lips like a mutt in heat

you haven't touched a single inch of him and yet hair is clumping against his forehead and Chigiri's thighs are trembling

get him to sit in front of you like he's riding cowgirl and you won't be sorry

cock leaking through his suit, he's a bit slender but does he make up for it in volumes of precum and later cum

not much later though because half way through the demonstration those well toned thighs are trembling, shaking and quivering the mere second he thinks he can hold out

cum painting the tight space between his belly and that blue lock suit and more to spare once it soaks into the fabric

if your in a rush...just have to send princess back out to practice with his cum soaked blue lock uniform

excited! excited! excited!

nothing is more tantalizing to the monster than the unpredictability of life - as he finds out when you control his anti riot gear

a click of a button and he could be creaming his skin tight body suit in no time at all

now that's a good time and by that, anytime is a good time

gives up total control just to know you've got him on your mind 24/7 with a trigger happy finger on his blue lock suit

doesn't mind if you use it during solo or group practice

Bachi has an exhibition kink lurking right under the surface so stroke that bad boy like none other

particularly fond of when you do it with the addition of watching him/instructing him what to do in empty blue lock rooms and he can't see you

an undeniable slut for your own entertainment

cock twitching fun when you give him erratic patterns that his body can't anticipate

on his knees the second you turn it up a notch and wants to strip down naked to touch himself but knows better than to interrupt you

cums in his blue lock suit without hesitation because it just feels so good

it's a draw between if his nipples or his balls are more sensitive when you're teasing him with light electro currents

won't wash up either (unless you tell him too) and will unabashedly go right back to practice with cold wet cum saturating his suit

sure he's seen it but...will he like it?

of course he does!

the nipples, oh god the nipples, perhaps some of the most sensitive ones in blue lock?

demand some privacy with the rich boy because nothing is as wonderful as the sight of Reo with his cock out of his blue lock suit panting like a bitch in heat

if you want him to blow his load immediately sure keep him snug in his suit but he'll cum after the first shock wave

Reo can't help being a glutton for pleasure it's simply in his nature to want it all and then some

fingers wrapped around his neglected cock while the light hum of electricity ravages the rest of his body is simply a sight to behold

nothing he wants can compare to the desire he has to be leaned over a stretching bar with you jerking him off from behind with one hand and the riot gear remote in the other

milk him from behind and kiss the shell of his ear as the rest of him steeps in pleasure

nipples cute enough they poke prominently through his skin tight suit

cums between his own feet like a cum cash cow and even gives you a second little cumshot if you crank up the suit at the last minute

wash him up though because he can't be taken seriously going out to practice with dried cum on his suit

an orgasm with literally (and physically) no work?

this is the kind of shit he signed up for

oh and it's a bonus if you don't have to do anything either Nagi guesses

lazy perv requires no persuasion on your part if you tell him pleasure and fun can cum his way at the click of a button

getting undressed is such a pain do it to him anytime you want in his blue lock uniform because he doesn't want to get undressed

edge him with it throughout the day but don't expect a knee quivering response just yet

honestly you can flick the switch and titillate him all day with it and you won't know the impact it has on Nagi until you crank it up to the point of no return

there's not guessing what that point is though but you'll know it when you see it

stupid horse-cock savant won't even try to touch himself if he knows you're the ones at the controls

leaves his cock throbbing for anyone to see (so probably be careful where you play with him)

no sensitive nipples or balls or even ass, focus entirely on his cock and you'll get what you came for

cum soaking his underwear until it's adhered to the blue lock suit and then some

unbothered load drooling down whichever leg his cock was throbbing against in his suit

Nagi will go back to practice and the rest of his day unless you clean him off

no he's not going to clean himself off that's just more chances for you to touch him and him to do nothing

spring it on him then tell him what that was

Isagi a slut for surprises

that tingle he got in the middle of practice? wasn't just a new awakening after you explain what you did

and he wants more

overstimulate him though don't just let the light shocks do all the work

if his cock is the one receiving blissful electro induce convulsions then make sure to be twisting his nipples and playing with them until they're pretty, puffy and pink

and if its more torturous as you only let him enjoy the tingling sensation on his nipples and balls, he'll be begging for his cock to be relieved

no hands rule applies in soccer and when you're having fun

kneeling with his hands behind his back nothing is prettier than Isagi's cock in your fist and his hips working themselves overtime

will fuck your hand while you keep cranking up the buzzing fun

vocal and the center of attention, it's hard to not know when he's cumming

his balls tighten in the cutest way seconds before he cums and is always a dead give away with his moans

tease him about his load size

thick, messy cum down your fingers and the underside of his cock even if you have him leaned over

always makes a mess but you never have to clean it up so he goes to practice nice and clean like a good boy

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kywaslost · 1 year

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Hi I have a request can you make a platonic head cannon where hawks walks into the readers room for comfort because he had a nightmare? You don't have to write this if you don't want to.

I Just Needed to Make Sure You Were Ok - Hawks x Platonic!Reader

A/N: Omg this is such a cute idea! Thanks for requesting! I’m sorry it took so long lol. Hopefully this is what you were hoping for! Also, I decided to add it to the platonic series if that’s ok.

Black. Wait, no. Moonlight. He could see moonlight. That was something, right? But where was he? Keigo inhaled sharply, using her peripheral vision to take in his surroundings. He couldn’t move. It was as if he was tied to his bed. He could feel his bedsheets around him. His hands graced along his feathers. Hawks’ vision cleared as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. His room.

WHere were you? That’s what he was most concerned with. Did you sleep in his room? He couldn’t remember. Finally able to move, Hawks bolted upright and quickly glanced around the room. The bed beside him was empty, hidden by his huge red wings. He shot to the foot of the bed and scanned the floor. You liked to sleep down there sometimes. All he could see was his work shoes and his uniform from earlier in the day.

Oh, God, please don’t be at work, he begged himself. Hawks’ heart rate was through the roof. You had to be home, right? You were safe and sound in bed, just not his. But you had your own room, you had to be there. If you weren’t, Keigo was going to riot. You were safe and sound, that’s all he kept telling himself.

Hawks launched himself off the bed, stumbling over his feet as he threw open his already cracked door (he always left it slightly open to hear you yell if you ever needed him). He ran down the hallways, breath panicky as he searched for your bedroom door. Hall closet? No. Bathroom? Empty. Finally, he reached your door. But it was left open? You hated sleeping with your door open, even if it was cracked. It made you feel unsafe.

Keigo bumped into the door as he tried to stop himself, stumbling into the room. His breath caught in his throat. Your bed was empty. Your blankets were jumbled at the end of the bed and your several stuffed animals had fallen to the floor. Hawks choked on a sob, falling to the floor for a moment. You weren’t in his room and you weren’t on your own, so where could you be? He left his phone in the other room, he couldn’t call you. You couldn’t be on patrol, you just couldn’t be.

Hawks had to get a hold of himself. He had to think clearly. You were on patrol that afternoon. You got home just in time for dinner, which Hawks had finished the moment you walked through the balcony door. He let you shower and change quickly. So your hero gear had to be somewhere.

He could see it now. Your goggles, headset, and weapons belt were in a pile on your desk. His head was clearing up slightly. After dinner, the two of you sat together in the living room. You told him about your day, then he told you about his. You were feeling anxious so he let you lay on him for a bit, wrapping his wings around you to function as a weighted blanket.

Then you went to the study room!

He remembered now! You’d gotten off of him after about an hour, mumbling about how you had an anatomy test coming up and needed to go study. Hopefully you were still there, even though it was roughly two in the morning now. The pro hero dashed across the house and slid into the study room.

Oh, thank God, he thought in relief. There you were.

“Y/N,” he choked out, tripping over his feet as he made his way to you. You were passed out on the couch, laying on your stomach. Your wings were gone. They were gone not long after you got out of the shower. You were ok.

Hawks practically fell on top of you, holding you tightly against him. You startled awake, groaning.

“Kei, what the hell?” You grumbled tiredly, pushing yourself up with heavy arms. Your hair fell across your face as you looked around the room. You rolled onto your side with a sigh, then noticed Hawks’ relieved expression. “Nightmare?”

He only nodded, sighing. “Yeah. And then I couldn’t find you anywhere and I couldn’t remember if you were even home and I thought…” he took a deep breath. “I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere.”

You huffled slightly, sitting up. “Since when did you start having my nightmares?” you asked with a tired mumble. “Well, I’m alive. See.” You held out one of your hands and watched as it lit up the room with the soft glow of a fire. “And I’m 100% functionable.”

Keigo fell back to sit on his feet. “Will you please give me the piece of mind to come back to my room?”

“Sure.” You sat up, stretched, then offered Hawks a hand as he stood beside you. His hand rested between your shoulders as he led you back to his room, allowing you to get comfortable.

“Where do you want me?” you asked.

“Up here, please.” You slid into bed, exhaustion taking over you. You buried yourself under his blanket and then let Hawks pull you close to him. His hand gripped your own, then it slid down to your wrist.

“Are you taking my pulse?” you mumbled, eyes closed and face buried in his neck.

“Just making sure.” Keigo let your hand go and then wrapped his arms around you. “Goodnight dove.”

“Hmmm, night Kei,” you hummed in response, falling back asleep.

Hawks stayed awake for another hour, watching your sleeping form. He could see you breathing, he could feel your pulse, he could feel you next to him. But he just needed to make sure. You had died in his dream, or came pretty close to it. He couldn’t tell whether or not that had happened when he woke up. But now he was sure you were alive and ok, so he could rest easy for the rest of the night.

#comfort #bnha #bnha comfort #x reader #hawks #platonic #keigo takami #hawks x reader #hawks bnha #pro hero hawks #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks imagines #hawks x reader comfort #keigo x reader #bnha keigo #keigo takami x reader #keigo imagine #keigo

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imperialstark · 8 months

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like smoke rings in the air

a/n: lol i meant to write this in may. anyway steve may or may not be obsessed with tony after the events of breathe me in. that's between him and god.

breathe me in (prequel fic. tony's pov)

choke on me (sequel fic. tony's pov)

Steve has a problem by the name of Tony Stark.

It starts in Stuttgart with Steve on his knees, Tony his savior, soaring through the air in a riot of noise and color, like an archangel at the end of days.

Later on, when Tony leaps from the Quinjet, proud and defiant, Steve doesn't even think twice about jumping after him into the unknown.

Maybe that should have been his first sign that Tony Stark was nothing but trouble.

He's trouble with those whiskey-warm eyes, and that smart fucking mouth, but Lord, forgive him, Steve wants to sin for once.

Steve's finally stripping out of his uniform and gearing up for a shower when Tony makes the decision for him. Tony comes after they've defeated the Chitauri, gone through Hell together. He hovers in the doorway looking uncharacteristically contrite and something in Steve aches. Tony's heart had stopped in those few terrifying seconds after the Hulk had cradled him to safety. What was he even doing up?

He says as much and Tony deflects quick and sharp like a knife to the gut. "After the second time you get used to it."

It's said so nonchalantly, like it's a fact of life. Tony Stark's heart stops from time to time and it's no big deal. Why is Steve worrying? Still...it bothers him, how little Tony seems to care about his own wellbeing.

"You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play. To lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl over you," he had said earlier in blaze of righteous fury.

It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, just thinking about it. Tony had laid on the wire. More than.

He's man enough to apologize, to recognize when he's wrong. Maybe it's the adrenaline of the past 36 hours or the latent realization that all of Manhattan would be a smoking crater if not for Tony, but Steve has the sudden, near violent urge to make things right.

Steve snaps back to the present, face twisting as Tony says he wants to apologize for being an ass, like Steve hadn't been going toe to toe with him in the first place.

And for some godforsaken reason, that pisses Steve off. Reminds him of the old days, before the war and the shield and everything that came with it, when everyone treated him like he was made of glass. Innocent. Fragile. Good for nothing.

"It wasn't just you," Steve blurts out, hoping it doesn't sound as strange as he feels. This is supposed to be an apology and all he wants is to prove Tony wrong.

Somehow, it works. They banter back and forth and Tony estimates that he's no longer a lab rat and it feels good. The kind of banter he had with his men a lifetime ago. And maybe...if this little team of theirs doesn't fall apart...

His stupid heart still has hope, it seems.

"You know...what you did today, that took courage," Steve says, his voice slipping into something softer that makes his cheeks heat. The ribbing was easy. Routine. This is something else entirely.

"Don't even mention it. Please," Tony says quickly...not the reaction you'd expect from someone with a notorious ego.

Steve frowns and wonders how much of Tony Stark is real.

"If you're not gonna let me apologize to you properly, at least let me do something for you, or buy you something. I'm great at buying things."

His first reaction is to balk, but he swiftly shuts it down. He had judged Tony before and look where that had gotten them. The least Steve could do was hear him out. "Like what?"

"I don't know, like a vintage car or something. A blowjob. Whatever floats your boat."

It's ice water in his veins, like the floor's disappeared underneath them, and Steve is headed straight towards another watery grave. A thousand thoughts fly through his head—is it a joke? A threat?

Steve hopes times have changed at least in regards to that. But why would Tony bring it up so publicly if it was still a crime to want a man the way society said he should have wanted a woman? Unless...unless it was real. Because if it was real...

By the time Steve formulates a response, he already sees the fear in Tony's eyes.

"It was a joke," Tony says weakly, and Steve hopes his disappointment isn't that clear.

"I'm sorry," Steve says, glancing down, suddenly all too aware of his half-nakedness. He needs to go into barrack now before he dies of embarrassment.

"Wait," Tony says, grabbing Steve by the arm. It sets Steve on fire in the best way, the ice in his veins melting away. "It...it wouldn't be a chore or anything."

Steve swallows, looking Tony up and down. There's a nervous, flighty look in Tony's eyes like candle light. "You mean that?" Steve says.

But Tony wasn't a candle. He wasn't even a spark. Tony Stark was a goddamn powder keg, and Steve wanted to be the one to light the match.

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it," Tony confesses. The ice, the cold, is gone, and Steve wants to burn, burn, burn.

"Yeah?" Steve says, and his tongue darts out, wetting his lips, suddenly parched.

"Yeah," Tony breathes.

What happens after is forever emblazoned in his brain. Tony, looking at him with those fucking doe eyes. Yanking Tony in by his shirt collar, kissing that smart-ass mouth until all it's good for is moaning like a whore into Steve's. Tony sinking to his knees, Steve's pants around his thighs and his cock finding a new home in Tony's mouth.

And then Tony runs.

Sometimes Steve thinks Tony was born with wings at his feet, that he came out of the womb running and hasn't stopped since.

Steve feels like a wolf sometimes, chasing after Tony, nipping at his heels with sharp teeth. He doesn't mind the chase, but he doesn't love it either. He just wants Tony. Tony in his arms, in his bed, with Steve's teeth clamped around his throat.

Okay, so maybe he does like the chase. Just a little. But if Steve likes it, then Tony loves it; a hare evading a snare.

Tony runs and Steve thinks to Apollo and Daphne; So close to heaven you can almost fucking taste it, nectar gliding hot and heavy like honey down his throat, only for it to be snatched away.

Two years pass and he's not any closer to solving the Tony Problem and it haunts him. Even on missions. Especially on missions.

"How about her?" Natasha says, swiping through one of the five billion dating apps that seemed to permeate this new era Steve was in.

They're in Turkey this time, waiting for SHIELD to extract them, but there had been something wrong with one of the helicarrier's turbines prolonging them indefinitely. What else was new. Natasha had of course decided that was the perfect time to make him a Tinder, of all things.

"Out of the kindness of my heart," she had teased.

The woman on Natasha's phone was...fine. Stunning even, with long golden hair, high cheekbones and a tall, svelte figure but her eyes...

Her eyes were pale blue, like shards of ice. Steve shivered involuntarily. He had had enough of ice.

He wanted heat and fire, someone who burned him alive. Someone like—

"Not my type," Steve says and he's telling the truth... and maybe he wants to mess with Natasha. Just a little bit.

"...Is it because she's blonde?"

Yeah. That was the issue. The woman was blonde and she had blues eyes and wasn't Tony fucking Stark and that made all the difference.

"Too pretty," Steve says instead.

"And you're too handsome," Natasha says. "It's a match made in heaven."

"Heaven, huh?

"Or, Hell. Honestly, take your pick."

Steve snorts and scrubs a hand down his face. When he closes his eyes, he's no longer at there extraction point, a nondescript hostel devoid of any other guests and he's back on the helicarrier...with Tony.

Tony had been eager, with roaming hands and a wicked tongue that had Steve coming hard enough to see fucking stars. The new navy-and-white suit he's wearing is one of Tony's designs and he can almost pretend like Tony's hands are all over him. He'd leave it on and Tony would sink to his knees again, kissing Steve's boots and up his calves, ever the tease. Nuzzling against his thighs and lathing at Steve through the kevlar.

"I missed you," Tony would say, doe eyes back in full force. "I missed this," with his hand around Steve's—

"Did you go to sleep?" Natasha asks, and the fantasy's over.

Later on, when the helicarrier finally picks them up, Steve does his usual routine. Strip. Shower. Jerk off, thinking about Tony. Rinse. Repeat.

"I want you," Tony would say.

"I could give it to you," Steve thinks. "If you'd let me."

#stony #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #marvel #surprise choke on me fic from steve's pov!#imperialstark fic #my fic #my writing

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Oh wise SolRadGuy, Ky has a belt buckle that says Hope, and I think Sol has associated with Free and I feel I understand why he has that (he’s mocking Ky I thought but also he has it semi-genuinely?) but I don’t necessarily understand Sin’s Oath word association.

Do you know what it might mean in relation to his character? Would it be possible for you to explain the belt buckle word associations?

Oh Oath is just the clothing brand Sin wears. Like how Sol's stuff is all from Riot?

Ky and Sol made their belt buckles when they were in the Holy Order because it was a thing the knights did where they'd carve an "ideal" into their uniform buckle. There's a part later in Lightning the Argent that talks about it more. I think there's another knight that has one with a word carved into it in that book too, but I can't remember who or what it was.

I don't think Sin's clothing brand being called Oath really means much, I think it was just chosen because it sounds cool. But maybe someone that knows Sin on a deeper level than me can elaborate on it if it does expand on his character depth more.

Ky likely chose "hope" for his buckle because of his aspirations for trying to make the world a better place and staying optimistic/hopeful that he'll be able to make it happen or live long enough to see it happen. Sol probably went with "free" because a lot of his autonomy had been taken from him and he wants it back. He didn't want to be made into a Gear, or be forced into saving the world a bunch of times, or anything like that.

What I think the real meaning here is, though, is that Daisuke Ishiwatari was a really big fan of Revelations by Iron Maiden.

#asks #Typing out that last part about Sol made me realize he isn't wearing his big FREE belt at the end of Strive #He finally got free....#Piece of Mind is such a killer album god that thing's gotten me through so much shit #The like one album from my edgy era (<2012) that I can still listen to...

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Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 6

Cw: mentions of recreational drug use, mentions of euthanasia

Gif by @damatheirin

She has been here plenty of times and yet she is twice as nervous as she was when she came here for supper the first time.

There is a wariness Douglas hides as Tom calls her his girl.

Tom held her hand, kissed like he meant it and called her his bird.

Bird, she’d come to know meant girlfriend.

“How was your first day at your office?” Lois asked as she helped her with dinner, something Lois had found strange at first but then they fell into the old routine they had before they learned the truth.

She may be richer than God, but she is still Diane.

Something Douglas did not quite believe.

He is just watching out for his kids, she supposed.

He used to like her fine before it all happened, but then again Diane had been lying about herself.

“S’good, I think. No one rioted, it didn’t collapse in a day and by the end of the month, I suppose it will be up to Shelby standards and be ready to change gears at any second now. My mom says it won’t be long before the Nazis take Poland and France.” She says forgetting Harry is in Poland.

It’s nearly July now, her mom gave it till August or September 1st before the second world war officially began.

“Did she see it in the cards, like you do?” Lois asks, hoping she could pretend it wasn’t true.

But her words do catch the men’s attention, especially Douglas who knows Tom may be called to serve.

“Yes, but confirmation came from friends she has in certain places. Germany and Russia are gearing up for grand scale invasions because they know those two countries are not prepared for one let alone the two of them.” Diane answered, seeing Tom in a naval uniform as she set his plate in front of him.

The sight is enough to shock her but hides it because she can’t bear the thought of never seeing him again or him returning a shell of his former self.

“Your Harry will be evacuated, but he’s a translator and those leave when the Embassy stops needing them.” Diane is incapable of being comforting in a way that is not acceptable to anyone who is not a Shelby.

Shelbys like kind words, but also the cold truth.

Rip off the band-aid.

“When I met your dad, he said, ‘Well, at least you get to leave, but you will be fucked in the head like the rest of us for life, I am afraid’.” Douglas said trying to distract Lois who did not take her words as comfort.

Who would anyways.

“When I was ten, he euthanized my filly after it got a disease in its hoofs, he said ‘sweetheart, sometimes death is a kindness’.” She says not helping her case. “I am afraid your Tom has saddled himself with a girl from a family full of freaks.”

“If you ask me, I don’t think he gives a shit about it.” Tom brought himself into the conversation.

“Language, Tom.” Lois chastised playfully, regaining some of her previous cheer by pushing the bad news to the back of her mind.

“As if you didn’t hear her say worse when we all got arrested.” Tom reminds her with that same old grin of his.

Spirits, she is so in love with this boy.

“She’s gonna marry him.” Eva tells her husband after he joined her in her very relaxing bath.

Made more relaxing by that joint of homegrown marijuana she just shared with him.

Better get him too calm to do anything when she has to give him news he doesn’t like.

And right now, Tommy’s only thinking about he’s needed this since their girl went to Manchester with the Lees.

“Yeah, he says he loves her and wouldn’t stop being with her for all the money in the world.” He admits, something Eva only half knew.

She knew about the threat he made because she had to calm him down before he wrecked his entire office.

“And he won’t, they will make a handsome couple, he in his sailor uniform, her in my old dress.” She said seeing them walk out of the courthouse looking so happy and knowing any happiness they have will be what warms them on the lonely nights to come.

“His dad is a pacifist, doubt he’d let the boy j enlist, let alone in the navy.” Tommy snorts before returning the ever-shrinking makeshift cigarette back to her.

“Not going to have a choice, it’s the Navy for prison.” Eva says with a bad feeling.

So much potential and the boy just threw it away.

Everyone told him he was heading nowhere so often Tom Bennett believes it.

A shame he will not realize his own potential until he sees the ugliness of war.

“I just wanted better for our little witch.” He said with a resigned sigh.

“So says any father who wants the best for their child, Tommy.” His wife said softly.

“Do you think our Diane hates me?” he asked hoping for a nice lie.

Except they don’t do sweet sounding lies in this family.

“Got a job today.” He admits it was as if it were some big secret. “Mechanic, a shop with some of mates from school that’s by the pub.”

Just know this, even if you managed to get your head out of your arse, you wouldn’t be worthy of my daughter.

Tom could hear the fucking words every fucking time he was with her.

It gnawed at him.

Yeah, it is one fucking thing to know you are nothing but a bloody nuisance, but it’s another for a fucking stranger to tell you will never be good enough for a girl with free will of her own.

He knows it, alright, but Tom could bet his sorry arse that Thomas fucking Shelby wasn’t good enough for his wife either.

Just like granddad looked at dad the same and just like Tom and his dad know Lois is too good for Harry Chase.

“I’m happy for you, when do you start?” she asks hiding whatever got her give that frightened gasp this evening.

Gets visions or feelings about the future. Not always a bad thing, but if it had been a good thing, she would told them.

If it had been a good thing, Diane wouldn’t be holding on to him like he might die tonight.

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll walk you to your factory every morning on my way to work and that.” he answers tracing patterns on the arm draped across his chest.

“I’d like that, might even slip away from my office to see you, Tom.” She gives a quiet chuckle, moving even closer to him.

What in hell had she seen that her like that?

#tommy shelby x oc #tom bennett x ofc #tom bennett x diane #diane shelby x tom bennett #tie your heart to mine fic #ewan mitchell #world on fire ocs #world on fire peaky blinders crossover

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(Tbb s2 e12 spoilers down below)

CROSSHAIR!!!!

Some Clones are being forced to retire. They are not happy about it.

Dang, they can't even keep their helmets off now or it's out of uniform 😕

Lieutenant Nolan. Already hate him. He doesn't like clones, had the nerve to say they are used equipment. EQUIPMENT! How many clones is he going to get killed...

The music!

Lol I can't tell if the clone tripped him or Nolan slipped. I think he slipped, either way it was funny.

Long haired clone! And he's a Commander but Commander who? There's also Hexx and Veetch...think they are going to survive this episode..probably not.

I like this new Commander already! He don't take no crap. " In my experience, respect is earned. Tell me lieutenant. How many missions have you commanded?"

Nolan: 😠🤐🙁

New Commander: that's what I thought b*tch.

Clone Commander has a name it's Mayday..I like it.

Crosshair was hesitant to give his name...kinda understandable

They've been on that planet for about a year. Protecting "precious cargo " with no backup or approved equipment request. Why do I feel like that cargo is going to be worthless and Mayday's whole squad was killed for nothing.

Ice vultures

Hexx is down

I love the way they showed that explosion affecting Crosshair' s eyesight because of his helmet!

Oh, Veetch was killed too😔

Commander Mayday: the raider didn't get far. His cohorts just left him here.

Crosshair: no point in carrying dead weight

Mayday: 😐remind me not to die on your watch...

Crosshair just stepped on a mine!!

Mayday is doing his best to help.

Crosshair mentions clone force 99, said they're gone..he hurting.

Yay! Crosshair didn’t get blown up!

Lol I'm loving Crosshair's little Mm-hmmms this episode 😆

The music!

The cargo was Stormtrooper gear...

Mayday: we're good soilders, we followed orders and for what?

That's right Crosshair, get to thinking. For what? All for nothing. " All you'll ever be to them is a number." It seems not even that now..just used equipment 😔

Crap, avalanche!

Crosshair lost his helmet and Mayday doesn't look so good😟

Clone cuddles..poor Crosshair I can feel how cold he is through the screen.

I'm glad he's not leaving Mayday behind.

If Crosshair is left on this planet I'm going to riot..

Lieutenant asshole isn't helping them at all but what did I expect.

Crosshair's voice when he was begging for help for Maday "but he'll die"🥺😭

I can not stand this lieutenant Guy!! Such an absolute asshole!!🤬Something kill him please!

Again with the vulture. What does it symbolize? Breaking free? Or death?

OH MY GOODNESS!!!HE DID IT!! CROSSHAIR HAS HAD ENOUGH! HE SHOT THE LIEUTENANT!! This is not good for him. He doesn't have the strength to run.

OH MY GOSH!!!! HE'S ON MT TANTISS!! THIS IS NOT GOOD AT ALL!! "cooperate and you just might survive". Ummm what is that? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??!! Is that mad scientist Hemlock going to expirament on him!!?? Oh my gosh I'm sooo scared for Crosshair😬😬😨😨😭😭😱😱

This episode was great and heartbreaking 💔 seeing how the clones don't matter to the empire. I mean, we know but this episode really drove it in. Even Crosshair reached his breaking point. I just wish he could have stolen a shuttle and gotten out of there. Now he's at the mercy of those mad scientists.

I feel like they might try to turn him into one of those Assassin clones we saw in episode 7 or maybe the first death trooper. Then he'll be responsible for hunting down the batch and kidnapping Omega. Oh man, that's to much heartbreak, I hope I'm wrong. They might just torture him and force him to tell them everything he knows about clone force 99.

Maybe when Omega gets taken by the empire they will be able to rescue him too. If it's not to late😔

#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #tbb Crosshair #commander Mayday #tbb spoilers #i am absolutely terrified now #im going to be worried about what they're doing to Crosshair until he shows up again #heartbreak #you should have left when Cody did Crosshair 😭😭#death troopers

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Smiffina Episodes: Witness Part 8 - The Final Act (8/8)

Tony and Emma rush to the scene to find Smithy's car on its side and call for help. In the middle of it, Smithy comes round and in a nice character decision, Smithy's flight or fight response is clearly fight and he almost wallops Tony until he realises that it's friend not foe.

More with it after a few seconds, Smithy joins Tony and they manage to get the other two out of the car and away from the wreckage.

Reg and Beth are still pinned down by an attack on the mobile unit. Reg reports that they're getting bottles thrown at them now and as he does - a shot is fired at the window that luckily does not get through. A trojan unit and back up are on the way to them.

Heaton heads back to the station and asks Grace to delay Alesha giving evidence whilst they're being checked over and calming down. Smithy suggests an adjournment and Heaton asks Gina to check if possible and she rings Grace to ask her to ask. Sam starts looking into the car that ran Smithy off the road and checks for CCTV. Sunil plays down Grace's report that Smithy being run off the road is linked to the case, insisting it's a road traffic incident. Grace tells the judge Alesha was attacked to stop her giving evidence and not for the first time. Sunil pretty much rolls his eyes and says it's an unfounded allegation and that it can't be that bad as she's not in hospital. The judge asks if there's any injuries and Grace said she hasn't heard of any yet. Sunil claims if they take any further time to call Alesha then it just adds to the feeling of mystery and drama around her. The judge agrees and refuses to adjourn any longer than that afternoon. Alesha must attend - today.

Youths attempt to set fire to the car that was used in the attack on Smithy's police car in the middle of the Jasmine Allen. Beth, Will and others attend and are pelted with bricks and other debris including Will who gets a ball bearing to the stomach from a catapult and another officers trousers catch fire from a petrol bomb thrown.

Jo and Terry are sent to report intelligence on the scene, taking residence on a roof of a tower block nearby. Cars are being removed from the carpark and used to build a barricade at one end whilst others are breaking into a shop next to it. They suspect it's a Creekside Boys event rather than the residents getting involved.

Smithy and Alesha identify Spencer Wright - who he had a run in recently when looking for Oscar and Joel, as the driver of the car who drove them off the road from CCTV. Alesha promises Smithy she's strong enough to stand up to 'that idiot' if she can stand up to Tito and she'll give evidence against him too when it comes to trial. "Good." Smithy smiles at her, telling her it's time for court.

Heaton runs a briefing with the remaining uniform at the station to tell them what is happening on the Jasmine Allen. Heaton wants to disappoint them and not give them the head on collision that they want but to monitor and arrest from the backstreets as so far it's only the police who seem the targets, not the residents themselves. The stop and wait strategy is a nonstarter - they attack the van as soon as officers arrive - it's now a full scale riot and Nate is allowed to go back out to play with the big girls and boys after being station bound from the attack-that-never-was on Raheem Woods.

Three identical cars arrive in convoy at the court, using the side doors to get Alesha inside safely. She wants to give her evidence face to face, not hide behind a screen or use video monitors. Julian reassures her that all she has to do is stick to the truth, even admitting the lies about the alibi and why - and to stay calm.

Alesha takes her time and keeps calm as she faces Fox and explains why she lied - because she was scared what they'd do to her, she was scared of being blamed and was threatened. She came forward because Carly was her friend.

On the estate, van loads of officers arrive in riot gear to take control and arrest the trouble makers. They are pelted with all manner of items including bricks and a fire is burning too. Heaton reckons there's two groups present - the criminal Creekside element and the local youths out for a jolly (!). He thinks if they remove the criminal element then it'll stop the others and they'll regain control. There are two large groups of rioters and so Heaton arranges two arrest teams to keep them seperate and to remove the trouble makers.

Sunil comes at Alesha to call her a proven liar who changes her story as she pleases. Alesha hits back to insist there's only two versions and she explained why. Sunil claims she saw Tito dancing with another woman at the party and got upset and jealous and they argued and that is why she's accusing him of being in the car and shooting Carly. He claims they also argued in a McDonalds - and he has witnesses he can call - about it to. Alesha admits they argued but it was about him making her hide a gun. Not a jealousy row. Sunil paints a picture of Tito trying to get out of an mentally abusive relationship, beaten down by her constant jealousy and accusations of him cheating on her if he so much as looked at another woman. Alesha denies it all and Sunil asks "Not true? Or just not true today?" "He needed me to lie, thats why we argued."

Smithy wonders why Dwayne hasn't pleaded guilty like Joel did when they're both accomplices. He says he's going to go speak to him and ask why. Grace tells him not to because they've already accused him of breaking the rules and that it'll play into their hands. He still goes through. Smithy asks Dwayne if he's going to let one stupid decision to back Tito up take the rest of his life as he knows Tito shot Carly and so does Dwayne. [How? Two hands came out of the window. Two guns shot bullets. How can he know which got Carly and either way - he still shot a gun!] Smithy asks him what he's scared of. Creekside? Tito? Dwayne shouts for security to come through and Smithy has to leave the cell.

The riot has increased to 100 at least and they're throwing petrol bombs. Heaton wants Raheem and the other leaders arrested ASAP with the TSG. They advance in a line and split to allow TSG through to get to Woods and others. In doing so, Nate gets kidnapped and carried off by Raheem and others who beat him. Smithy arrives as court has adjourned until Tito and Dwayne have to give evidence so he's arrived to help having heard about Nate. Callum and Smithy take three other men and go into underground carpark to go and get him back. Of course Smithy's going in in just his uniform and a helmet. Of course he is!

In rescuing Nate, Smithy disarms and arrests Raheem Woods and Callum has Spencer Wright - not a bad 5 minutes work. "You alright Nate?" "Peachy Sarge, love a good beating." "Yeah, heard that about you."

At the station, Woods claims to Sam and Smithy he was only there to calm things down. When told there's surveillance of him trying to set a Honda alight he insists it's not him. Smithy and Sam then go to interview Spencer and tell him that Raheem claims it's all down to him because 'he went lone ranger'. Spencer insists he's not in Creekside by choice, he's there as protection. Smithy says he doesn't care either way - all they want to know is why Creekside are so wrapped up in stopping Carly's case. He either tells them or takes the entire attempted murder of Smithy and Alesha rap all by himself.

Spencer tells them that Tito rang him from remand and wanted to an eye kept on Alesha. She wasn't down to appear as a witness so he wanted it to stay that way. It was him who spray painted the house and smashed the window. He claims that since Marlon got arrested there's a huge power vacuum on the Jasmine Allen and that Creekside are backing Tito so he has to keep them sweet as they want control over the estate. The officers don't buy it - there'd still be that vacuum if Tito went down. "What does he know, Spencer? Why do Creekside want to keep Tito sweet?" Spencer tells them - reluctantly - that Tito got the guns from Woods. They find there's a third gun out there - an automatic "that Tito loves and favours everytime." If Tito did have the automatic gun in the car, it wasn't him who shot Carly. It was Dwayne.

Woods insists he's has nothing to do with any guns and that Spencer is lying. Smithy isn't deterred and works out it makes sense that Creekside got involved because with Marlon out the way they get the estate... but they didn't get Marlon, it was Carly. Sam says Creekside's involvement in supplying the guns explains the attempt to stop Alesha getting to court. With Smithy in the car as well it makes it attempted murder of a police officer as well as Alesha. Smithy asks if he knows Dwayne or why Tito took Dwayne on the night of the shooting. Woods no comments every question. Sam ends the interview and - with the tape recorder off - Woods starts talking, as long as they keep it off. Tito took Dwayne because he was pushing him 'You gonna let that joker make a fool of you? You gonna stand for that?' etc. They only worked together because they had a united reason - Marlon. They both hated him and wanted him gone. Dwayne hated him because Carly was going to leave for Sheffield and she'd told him that she was leaving with Brooke. They'd had a huge argument about it. She wrote a letter explaining it to him saying if he didn't pay her child support, he didn't deserve to see Brooke and that made him even angrier. Brooke was his, money or no money, and no lippy kid was going to tell him different. Woods says he'll also come clean about Nate not hurting him if they make his charge affray rather than violent disorder.

Smithy and Sam talk it over. What if Dwayne had engineered it from the start and it was his argument and not Tito? What if it was about Carly and Brooke rather than Tito's assault? Sam isn't so sure but Smithy continues. Carly was moving away and taking his daughter. Whilst she was on the estate he saw as much of Brooke as he wanted to - with her almost 200 miles away that wouldn't be as easy. Sam asks if Smithy is suggesting that Carly was the target all along? Smithy isn't sure if she was the intended target or if it was spur of the moment but he's starting to think that. He's been cunning either way because he told Smithy he didn't know she was leaving and he's hidden behind it being Tito's crime and him just taken along for the ride. Sam agrees and suggests Smithy take Leanne home so they can go through her belongings to see if they can find a letter. Leanne tells him he bought stuff for Brooke but never paid any money for her care and it was a real bone of contention. Leanne admits she would write things down if she had something serious to say. They hurry back to find it her notepad or to see if she kept a copy.

The riot is almost over with less than 20 people hanging around as Leanne returns with Smithy and Heaton. Leanne glares around the group still lingering. "Do you want killers living here? What happened to me can happen to you." She tells them, following Smithy up the stairs to her flat. Smithy finds a notepad and see the word 'Sheffield' as an indentation so they bag it to get it to the lab quickly. Leanne's words seem to have done the trick as the last few lingering around pay them no attention as they leave.

Sunil is summing up the prosecutions evidence and tells the jury that the prosecution is all smoke and mirrors and that they haven't made a case. The police have been accused, there's no real evidence and that the main witness is a liar. If the prosecution have not proven beyond reasonable doubt they must return a verdict of not guilty. Grace and Smithy worry that if he continues like this - as the jury seem to be lapping it up - it might end before they get the lab results back from the letter. If they do... it's too late.

Dwayne is then called to the stand to give his evidence. He claims he doesn't think of the canal as 'the canal' when he was asked, just 'The park' and that if they'd looked harder they'd find pushchair tracks and Brooke's footprints too. Smithy gets a text and goes out to meet Jo who hands him the initial basic report from forensics alongside the relevant bits of Dwayne's statement. He tells Jo it's going badly and she wishes him good luck with the evidence. He writes a note and passes it to the prosecuting barrister with the evidence. Dwayne looks very uneasy when he sees Smithy return and give Leanne, Grace and Heaton a thumbs up.

Ford asks Dwayne if there had been any arguments or conflicts between him and Carly and he says no. He is asked if they'd rowed over access or child support. Again he says no. He admits he gave Carly no money but bought things for Brooke and saw her as often as he could despite being seperated from Carly and that the father-daughter relationship is important to him. He claims he didn't know she was leaving and it was the police who told him after she'd died. Sunil claims that the prosecution is veering off into evidence that isn't in disclosure. Ford tells the judge that new evidence has been found today and both are asked to approach the judge. Dwayne claims if Carly sent him a letter he never saw it or got it. Alesha whispers to Leanne and Smithy that he did because Carly told him. She hadn't told Smithy because she didn't know it was relevant and everyone was focused on it being Tito's fight. Smithy hurries her out into the foyer where they discuss it.

Dwayne tells the court that Brooke is his daughter and no one can take that away from him. Ford pauses. "... But Carly was going to, wasn't she." he said before quoting Carly's words that she was going to take her away where he could never see her. He continues to say that Dwayne goaded Tito into that car and that when he got to the skateboard park he saw everything he was about to lose and got angry. He insists he wasn't in the car. He's asked if he shot Carly. Leanne stands up and shouts "ANSWER HIM!" at Dwayne. The judge orders silence in the gallery or she'll clear it. Dwayne's mother is looking conflicted from the back row. Dwayne still doesn't answer it and is told to step down. Smithy sends another note to Ford to tell him to call Alesha because she knows about the letter. Sunil tries to get the judge to refuse it, insisting she has been sat with police officers and that there's already been a coaching accusation. The judge allows her and says Sunil can cross examine her.

In the dock, Dwayne and Tito are talking and he whispers to Tito "I can't do this anymore, it's killing my mum!" Alesha tells the court that she didn't know what was in the letter and that all along she's thought it was Tito's fight. She does know however that Carly was going to Sheffield because she'd gotten her a job there with her cousin and Carly had told her about the letter and giving it to Dwayne she knew that he was lying. Sunil calls her a liar and that she can't be relied upon to tell the truth and there's too much doubt. Alesha shouts back she's not a liar, she knows the truth and was scared. Dwayne sobs that he can't do it anymore and leaps to his feet. Tito lunges at him and the two are parted. Dwayne wants to change his plea and Tito shouts after him that he's a grass and to keep his mouth shut as they're forced out of the room.

Both men are indited for murder, Tito can fight it but he'd be on a hiding to nothing as the plea change in Dwayne's case means that it's practically impossible and won't change anything - both are going to be put away for murder.

Outside Smithy hugs Alesha and congratulates her. She then hurries to her dad who hugs her and tells him he's so proud of her. Leanne thanks Ford and then Alesha for what they did. Beverley can barely look at her as she leaves court, turning and quietly lowering her head as she walks out. Leanne watches her go as Smithy touches her shoulder and comforts her. Leanne turns and kisses Smithy's cheek and tells him he's a good man. He blushes almost and tries to downplay it as his job. "Being a policeman is your job. Being a good man comes from in here." she says, touching his heart. Smithy almost shyly thanks her and leads her outside, taking her home.

I do have a few questions (like why do I pay attention to stuff that doesn't matter?) like :

Why didn't they mention going looking for the other automatic gun even in passing to get it off the streets? And if they're now saying Tito used the automatic in the car, and Dwayne used the revolver that killed Carly who used the 9mm? Surely that breaks the case somewhat? Or are we to accept they were wrong and Tito didn't take the gun that he favours and thinks of as his and poses with to shoot Marlon? The gun that hearing about made Smithy change his mind to it being Dwayne and not Tito who shot Carly?

What happened to 'Tito being a good boy' that they kept spouting in part 1 who was only with the gang so people didn't hassle him? And if he was such a good boy (even Oscar said it) why didn't anyone re-bring up that his dad threw him out and ask why? Or even go visit his parents?Alesha reckoned he was waiting to get into college. At no point did we see any Tito side that can be 'the good boy', especially funeral onwards. He was a greasy smarmy runt throughout! Having said that though, I'm probably answering my own question when I say that there were four writers for the entire 8 episodes and that each writer wrote two of the episodes.

If the rent scam had been caught out and the muppet who ran it prosecuted then Tito would be homeless. Where was he living after to be still around the estate to the point where he was picked up from his flat where he lived alone during a late night raid? Surely the council wouldn't rehouse him THAT quickly when he'd been scamming one of their properties with a housing list with demand as high as it would be in East London (and lets face it, the area Sun Hill is supposed to be a not that far from the City of London (around Whitechapel/Stepney/Spitalfields/Shadwell! ) and they'd surely not rehouse him right where his (at the time) potential victims mother still lived!

How did Sunil find the McDonalds argument witnesses? And if there were witnesses close enough to say they were arguing, didn't he ask them to attest to what was said to show it wasn't jealous girlfriend stuff? (and why didn't anyone report that guns were mentioned? If they're to back up Tito's false story then it wouldn't take 5 minutes to prove they're linked to Creekside!

Smithy says there were four gunshots. There were 9 at my count!. (not my link - go to 44.49 here there's 2 guns shooting at the same time and one takes an extra one) It doesn't look like one is an automatic either, they both look the same.

Why didn't they mention the intimidation Alesha faced and Smithy getting run off the road on the way to court? Yes Sunil claimed it was unfounded allegation but it could easily be proved, especially as by the time they were in the court room they'd named the suspect and he was a member of Creekside and that it could have been mentioned in that 'oops, strike that from the record...', jury you will ignore that' tropey bollocks crime shows use all the time when they want the jury to know something they're not supposed to!

is it possible to be too anal?

And whilst we're at it...

will the boys EVER stop saying 'Come on then?!' to someone threatening them? Especially when they have weapons in their hands like knives! Looking at you in this episode, Sgt Stone though Smithy is a bugger for it too.

How is Smithy not made of mostly metal now given the amount of bangs to the head/knocks to the body/hostage situations/smacked around/car crashes etc? He's like the terminator.

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Pandora's Gift Ch. 6

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.

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The next day was nearly the same as the last though this time Sakaki felt like she came prepared for the morning coffee cups in hand. She may have called the lovely secretary she had met on her first day walking into the agency and bribed her with the choice of a coffee in exchange for telling the woman how Dynamite and Red Riot liked their coffee.

Should she have been surprised that Bakugou liked his coffee black? Some days she wondered if the man had any taste buds left or if he simply had burned them all off. Kirishima on the other hand was a much more reasonable person. He likes his coffee rather sweet which she was surprised about for a second but maybe that’s where all that sweet energy came from?

She sat in the middle not feeling the need to load her coffee with enough sugar to nearly melt one's teeth but she needed some sweetener as she could not drink black coffee. It was almost funny to see another perfect example of how the two men were completely opposite from one another. It almost made her chuckle as she left the bribe on the front desk before walking to the elevator and heading up to the joint office.

“Good morning boys,” she said after tapping on the door lightly with her boot, giving the guys barely three seconds before she was strolling into the room. Both men were sitting at their desks, both in full gear and uniform. Though it seemed they were trying to get some paper work done before getting busy with their mornings. As always Kirishima greeted her with his million dollar sharped tooth grin. Which had the woman returning a wide grin as well. While Bakugou didn’t even glance up from his papers before him.

“Good morning Sakaki,” Kirishima greeted her warmly while Bakugou remained silent. Walking up she was quick to pull his coffee out of the cup holder in her hand.

“Good Morning Kirishima, Bakugou. I brought some caffeine for us,” she said with a light chuckle as she handed over his coffee which he gave her a soft thanks before he took a sip. She could see his shoulders visibly relax.

“Geez Kirishima, how have your teeth not rotted away drinking such sweet coffee?” She asked, unable to help the playful question as she watched the redhead laugh as she moved over to place Bakugou’s coffee on his desk. Of course he didn’t say thanks but he did reach out and take a sip of the coffee carefully almost as if he was scared it may be something else. Once he realized it was how he liked it he took another sip.

“I brush my teeth afterwards. Gotta keep the pearly whites, well pearly white,” he said with a chuckle at her teasing. She had turned to face Kirishima as she leaned against Bakugou’s desk.

“Hey dumbass get the fuck off my desk!” Was the growl that came from Bakugou. Which had the woman rolling her eyes at him before she pushed off the desk and walked over to Kirishima’s only to do the same thing at his desk that she had done at Bakugou’s desk.

“So the plans the same today as yesterday correct?” She asked, glancing over at the red head.

“Yes. Though it sounds like tomorrow we will try changing things around. You and Bakugou will be doing patrols tomorrow and I’ll be staking out with a side kick,” the red head answered. Though this had the woman’s eyes light up.

“Yes about damn time. I hate stake outs,” she said, being a little too excited though the thought of doing the patrol with Bakugou did not sound fun she still would much rather spend the day on her feet walking and doing something. She didn’t have the attention span and patience to sit for half a day just watching people come and go from a warehouse. Though it sucked that she had to spend this day sitting on her ass all day. But she could take out her pent up energy tomorrow on whatever criminals she could encounter. She really hoped something would happen tomorrow.

“Calm down dumb ass. Today we are still working the stake out,” was the growl from Bakugou.

“I’m gonna be excited for a patrol as much as I want. And I’m not stupid I know I am still stuck sitting beside your boring ass all day,” she growled back. Kirishima almost sighed at the way the two fought like cats and dogs. And yet Bakugou was still being rather tame, for the time being at least.

“What did you say? I’m not boring!” Of course the blonde was going to be upset about being called boring as if it was some sort of horrible insult, as if there was nothing worse in the world she could have called him.

“If you say so princess,” her tone was mocking. She knew what her words would do to the blonde. Of course his desk was abandoned in a split second. He had nearly flown over it as he stormed up to stand over her not at all hesitating to lean his much taller frame over her. His lips pulled back and a deep growl rumbled in his chest.

She froze as she looked up at him. Her brain nearly shut down as his scent engulfed her. It was thick and heavy as it took her breath away. Then throw in the animalistic noises he was making. One part of her brain wanted to purr and admire the strength of the alpha in front of her, then another part wanted to drop to her knees and damn well worship the man. Another part felt unhappy she had angered him so much. Fuck the mix of feeling only made her head spin even more.

It was all she could do to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head as her vision threatened to get blurry. His pheromones clouded her brain, how she even remained standing on her feet she didn’t know. Though to be fair she didn’t know she was still standing as her eyes glazed over as she looked at the snarling alpha before her. Her mouth had gone dry, Kirishima was scolding Bakugou but she couldn’t hear him.

His hand had even wrapped around her neck while his other she assumed was in a lethal position ready to blow her head off. She could faintly hear the popping over the sound of her own heart beat that filled her ears. She hadn’t even meant to but she could feel the ever so soft vibration in her chest as she was nearly silently purring in his grip. She was actually happy his hand was wrapped around her neck, muffling the noise at least a small bit and hopefully keeping Kirishima from hearing any noises she may be making.

The soft smile on her lips never faltered even when Kirishima had grabbed Bakugou’s wrist. As he was trying to pry the blonde man off of her. It wasn't till Bakugou’s hand let go that she whimpered softly and blinked her eyes finally able to kick start her brain pushing the fog away. Damn it how the hell was he able to do that to her? Anyone else and she would have ripped their hand off before it even touched her. And yet he could not only wrap his hand around her throat but the action had brought some pleasure to her in more than one way. She liked the feeling of his warm calloused hand on her skin, she oddly liked his fingers wrapping tightly around her neck. She liked the power he had over her for that split second, or was it a minute? How long had the two stood there like that? She didn’t even know it felt like only seconds but it could have been more than five minutes for all she knew.

“I’m so sorry,” Kirishima just seemed to repeat over and over as he quickly stepped between the two before what he thought may be an all out war could break out.

“It’s okay Kirishima, it's my fault for egging him on,” she said, trying to give the red head a warm smile which only seemed to make the angry blonde growl. Though she assumed the growl was aimed for her even though the blonde was looking between the two growling over the fact she gave Kirishima such a nice smile.

She finally took a second to glance away from Bakugou who was growling softly as Kirishima scolded him for attacking another company's hero, she didn’t really care. It’s not like they actually threw punches or anything. That’s when her eyes landed on Bakugou’s desk and the spilled coffee that had run off one corner and onto the floor.

“Fuck!” Was the loud curse that had come from the woman which had the two men stopping their bickering to turn and look at the woman worried about what had her so upset. Only for her to be standing over by the desk glaring down at the wasted coffee.

“That shit cost me 1000 yen,” she bitched softly since she had stopped at her favourite coffee shop though it wasn’t the cheapest but the coffee was usually really good. For the four coffees she had paid nearly 4,000 yen. She huffed softly to herself. No use in crying over spilt milk, or in this case coffee.

“I’ll go find something to clean this all up with,” she said quickly once she realized both sets of red eyes had turned their attention to her. And that oddly made her feel uneasy all of the sudden before she quickly walked out of the room. She also desperately needed to stop at a bathroom and clean up the mess she was in after that intense couple of seconds where she almost thought she was going to throw herself at Bakugou about ready to climb him like a tree even if it was in front of Kirishima and in their office.

As soon as the door shut behind her Kirishima turned on his blonde friend. Glaring at the man who just scowled at him.

“Dude what the hell? For three seconds I thought you were going to kill her, then the next five seconds I thought you two where about to fuck in the middle of the office,” Kirishima hissed softly at his friend. Bakugou just looked bored and held onto his scowl.

“It wasn’t like that at all. I wouldn’t have hurt her at all,” he said, denying the part about nearly killing her but he didn’t say anything about the other part. Cause well what could he say? Kirishima was right. He could still smell her arousal in the room. The look that had crossed her face was completely lustful, she had even purred while his fingers were wrapped around her neck. She had completely enjoyed watching him attack her.

Kirishima sighed heavily before running his left hand along the back of his neck, uncomfortable with the next question he felt the need to ask his best friend. After all he doubted the blonde would be happy with the personal question. But he wasn’t sure of the answer on his own. Sure he usually had an idea of when his friend and business partner would go into a rut. But now he couldn’t recall the last time the blonde had a real rut. Bakugou had a tendency to over use his own suppressants keeping his ruts short only a day, maybe two. That couldn’t be good for the blonde and surely that pent up desire was starting to roar it’s ugly head with an unmated omega around all day long.

“Bokubro. When was the last time you had a rut? And I don’t mean just one or two days. When was the last time you spent a good week in a rut?” The redhead asked bluntly after all there was no sugar coating the subject. Still Kirishima was ready for the attack whether it was verbal or physical.

“It’s none of your damn business,” yep, that was the reply Kirishima fully expected.

“Dude. I know it’s been well over a year. Probably closer to two years or more. That’s not good for you. And now having an omega around isn’t good for you or her. You can’t work like this,” Kirishima was quick to point out. Which only had the blonde scowl and growl to himself. He knew his friend was right. After all Sakaki was wearing pheromone blockers and yet the slightest whiff of her scent had nearly sent him into a feral state.

“Take her patrolling with you today. I’ll deal with everything else,” Bakugou growled, needing time and space away from the woman. Well at least Kirishima was pretty sure that news would make the woman happy. After all she made it clear she hated the stake out work.

“Okay,” the redhead said with a simple nod of his head. And with that Sakaki returned with a janitor in tow who was quick to start mopping up the spilt coffee. Sakaki walked up to the two men, a little surprised to find they had not moved from when she left.

“Okay, the clean up crew is here,” she said with a wide innocent smile pulled at her lips as she walked up to the two men.

“Sakaki I’d actually like you to join me on patrol today,” Kirishima said trying to sound innocent himself as he flashed the woman a wide toothy grin. He then proceeded to watch her eyebrows shoot up, surprised, before one eyebrow slowly dropped and just one remained raised as she looked at him so questionably.

“Okay,” she said slowly, agreeing with him though she didn’t remove the questioning look on her face. Was it her being punished or was it simply Kirishima’s way to try and apologize for Bakugou’s outburst.

“Well then when do we head out Kirishima?” She asked, smiling happily with a soft tilt of her head.

“We can head out right now,” Kirishima said with a nod of his head before he started to lead the way out of the office.

“Awesome,” she hummed softly happily walking after him with a little pep in her step. Though she couldn’t help the slight uneasy feeling she had as she glanced back at Bakugou who had shoved his hands into his pants pocket scowling as the duo left the office.

She waited till they had left the agency before she softly sighed. She wanted to know why all of a sudden she was going on a patrol with Kirishima. Sure she was happy not to be sitting her ass in the same spot all day long. But she felt bad for the reason why she was with the redhead.

“I’m sorry again for earlier, I should have known not to egg Bakugou on so much,” she said softly, fiddling with her thumbs a little.

“There’s no need to apologize. We both know what Bakugou is like. He has been a little more irritable lately than normal. It’s not you or anything I just think he’s been a bit stressed,” Kirishima said, having paused for a second before deciding to use the word stressed instead of pent up.

“I’ll be sure not to tease him so much. I don’t want to make your job harder than it is for dealing with the blonde pomeranian,” she said, still unable to keep herself from smirking softly. She may not tease the blonde to his face but that didn’t mean she would tease him to Kirishima. It seemed to have the redhead laughing at her joke of calling the blonde a dog.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kirishima said lightly as the duo walked down the street. Oddly she felt they got further down the street than when she was walking around with Bakugou before people started to swarm the two of them. Or more specifically Kirishima was the target of all the attention. Sakaki stood back, slipping her mask up from around her neck, not wanting the swarm of scents to overwhelm her poor sensitive nose as it seemed mostly omega’s were throwing themselves at the large mountain man of an alpha.

Kirishima didn’t seem to bat an eye at the people throwing themselves at him. He was signing autographs and taking pictures as fast as he could. While Sakaki had stepped back glancing around the street. Kirishima may of been busy but she was on the job and watching the area closely looking for anyone who may be acting oddly, those who may be hiding in the shadows or just anything that could catch her eye as she kept her senses on those around her while she was waiting for Kirishima who was trying to deal with all his fans.

It took longer than either one of them would have liked. But neither said anything as they finally were able to continue their walking down the street. Though Kirishima was always having to shrug people off while trying not to sound like a dick. Sakaki quickly found it annoying. And it didn’t take long before she found herself glaring at anyone who tried to approach the duo. That oddly actually seemed to keep at least a small portion of people from continuing to try and stop at least Kirishima.

Kirishima had to hold back the urge to laugh as he noticed she was a lot like Bakugou as she seemed to intimidate people quickly and easily. Both were like walking an angry dog. Though she at least seemed to keep herself a little more quiet than Bakugou would have been as he would have yelled at people who approached. She just shot glares at them. And the mask over her bottom half of her face only made her look more intimidating.

“I’m surprised you enjoy patrolling with a top pro,” he said as he watched her scare off yet another person who tried to approach them. Kirishima had to bite back the urge to laugh as he watched her scare people off.

“I will admit I like it better on my own, or maybe with a sidekick. It’s annoying how many people try to get in the way of a patrol when it’s a top pro,” she admitted. She couldn’t deny she had a feeling that Miruko half the time used her as a shield to keep people away from her while she did her patrols. But she didn’t want to admit that to Kirishima even though the man was able to make that own assumption as well even without her telling him that.

“I can’t argue there, patrolling was a lot easier before becoming famous,” the tall redhead admitted softly to her as they walked side by side enjoying the nice uneventful walk as they spent the day walking up and down a number of popular streets, chatting softly together as they enjoyed most of the patrol in peace.

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Grayson’s True Prodigy (Sevika x POC!Reader) - Ch.3

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Act 1: Chapter Three - Dollhouse

Warnings: Riot between Zaun/Enforcers, Reader gets locked in the manor, family secrets revealed, Birth parent puts adult matters onto child (cheating rumors), Grayson calls out abuse

Summary: A riot breaks out, ripping you and Grayson away from each other. You slowly grow to hate your Mother more and more, but Grayson breaks you out of your prison once again. You head back to Ionia in high spirits and learn something that changes everything between you and Grayson.

You were wrong. Grayson didn’t have time to figure it out. You watched as she became more and more stressed each time her efforts were blocked. Requests for aid. Proper rules and regulations for the workers. Fixed salaries. Every single thing was turned down with the same phrase: They don’t need it. You wanted to march to your mother and ask her why she was being so cruel, but Grayson had asked you to not say a word. If your mother found out that you were involved in this, she would do everything she could to keep you away from Grayson. The thought of that kept your lips sealed tightly. Neither you nor she would be able to handle that.

You were at the compound when it happened. When the patrol came bursting in through the doors screaming about a massive riot breaking out on the bridge. You sprinted to Grayson’s office as the Enforcers scrambled to get their riot gear on and grab their guns. You staggered into her office, seeing her already strapping on her armor and you knew what she was going to say. You could hear the Enforcers’ boots stomping on the pavement as they ran from the building.

“Fly home.” Grayson says firmly, “Go straight home. I don’t want you anywhere near that bridge. Do you understand?” You both knew that if she wasn't straightforward about this, you would disobey. Unlike your mother, Grayson was saying this from a place of concern so you would listen.

“I understand, mama.” You nod and she nods back, “Stay safe.” You beg her as she heads to the door. You never saw her in riot gear before. Grayson preferred to do everything in a friendly way, only wearing her uniform and keeping her weapon concealed until absolutely necessary. She always used her bolas to apprehend people she couldn’t talk into coming with her. She was a gentle soul in a tough position.

“I will, sweet one. Now go home and pretend like you weren’t here.” Grayson vanishes through the door and shuts it behind her. You take a deep breath and shake your head. ‘All of this could have been avoided if they let mama provide aid. I don’t understand why the council would do this.’ You huff. You call your magic forward, feeling your clothes transform as your wings emerge. You glance down at yourself to check and nod in satisfaction. You walk out onto the balcony before taking off into the air. As you rise, you can see smoke in the sky and you have to restrain yourself from disobeying. The sound of gunshots and screaming is carried to you by the wind and you grit your teeth. You were terrified hearing those sounds and all you wanted to do was make sure Grayson is safe. ‘I promised.’ You hiss to yourself. ‘Besides, they’ll come to check on us because of this. I have to get home before they do.’ With great difficulty, you force yourself to fly home as fast as possible.

When you get back to your room, you lock the balcony door and hurriedly throw yourself into the shower. You were distracted by your worry for Grayson and the people of the Undercity. It made no sense. All of this made no sense. For a riot to happen, that means it was planned. You had run out of time before you knew it. After a quick shower, you throw on your nightgown, grab the closest book and yank it open. You had grabbed your etiquette book which was what you left off with earlier. Luckily, you were just in time to hear a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You call out, lowering the book as the door is opened. Your papa peeks his head into the room and smiles at you. You can tell that it was forced by the way it didn’t reach his eyes. That was your cue that something was wrong. ‘They’ve been told about the riot.’

“Hey, little one.” Papa steps into the room and closes the door behind him, “What have you been doing up here?” You lift your book.

“I’m catching up on my etiquette studies. My teacher wants me to read three chapters by Thursday and I just want to get over with it.” You sigh and close the book as he perches on the edge of your bed.

“I struggled with that too, when I married your mother. I couldn’t understand why there was a different utensil for every meal. I mean come on… why can’t I use a soup spoon for my dessert? It’s the biggest spoon and I love ice cream!” Papa jokes, making you giggle despite how worried you were for Grayson.

“But papa!” You gasp, “The dessert spoon is too small for soup! It’ll slide back into the bowl!” Papa laughs briefly but it’s cut off by a sigh. His face turns serious and he puts a hand on your shoulder. You look at him in confusion as he does.

“I hate to do this, little one… but you can’t go see Grayson anymore.” Papa states, making you freeze, “Your mother had decided that you need to focus on your studies here at home. From now on, you’ll be taking all of your lessons in the study, except for your botany class which will be in the gardens.” He pauses and waits for your response but you continue to stare at him.

“You’ll get to see Grayson when she comes over for Caitlyn’s lessons, but we can’t have you leaving the grounds anymore. It’s not safe for you.” Papa continues, “I’m sorry, little one, but this is out of my hands.” He apologizes and waits for you to say something. When you don’t he leans over and kisses you on the head before leaving the room. ‘I didn’t have to do anything, mama. They’re locking me up anyway.’ A tear runs down your face and soon you’re sobbing into your bedsheets. ‘This confirms that mother has heard about it.’ You knew that Grayson wouldn’t be able to get you out of this, not now, not when it was fresh. You’d have to wait. You laugh bitterly to yourself, hoping that you wouldn't be waiting long for that day to come.

Unfortunately, your hopes were crushed when two years go by and you hadn’t stepped a single toe off of the manor’s grounds. When Grayson came over after the riot, she managed to get some alone time with you before Caitlyn’s lessons. She was honest with you and explained everything that happened on the bridge and why your mother decided to hole you up in the house. Apparently, your mother was waiting for the perfect time to do this. She didn’t like that you were all over the city where she couldn’t see you. You suddenly behaving had only added to her suspicion of you instead of clearing it. You had never felt more unloved hearing that from Grayson’s mouth.

You found yourself withdrawing more and more into yourself. You tried to get closer to your sister at first, seeing this as a possible good thing for you. You had little sleepovers, read books together, and hung out around the manor when she was home. That lasted for a short amount of time until she got more invested in Jayce Talis and the things he was doing. Caitlyn spent less time at home and when she did, it was for lessons or she was too tired to hang out. So, you had a lot of time to yourself. You delved deeper into your magic, transforming in your room, sometimes chancing a flight above the manor. When you went into the garden, you would use your magic to encourage the plants to grow. They started looking much healthier, their colors richer than before. You could feel their energy and it brought you the comfort you didn’t know you needed.

Your papa did everything he could to keep you from getting bored. You got more lessons, more teachers, and more skills to try out that could be taught from home. While you appreciated his efforts, you were getting tired of seeing the same walls every day. You had begged your papa to talk to your mother, only to overhear him breaking down in the hallway as he left your room. It made you wonder why. Why was your mother doing this to you? Did she hate you? Did you do something for her to hate you that you didn’t remember? You were constantly comparing yourself to your sister and trying to find out why. You spent a long time thinking about your mother and her actions, but you couldn’t figure it out and it drove you crazy.

Grayson’s visits were bittersweet but a breath of fresh air each time. She found a way to update you on the Zaun situation and you were relieved to learn that she had a deal with Zaun’s leader. She was making progress behind the scenes and you were cheering her on. If anyone could bring the cities towards healing, it would be her. The hardest part about all of this was being away from the woman you see as your real mother. You missed the time you spent with her. You missed having a genuine connection with someone and knew she did too. You had to manage with the few hours a week you’d get to sit and watch her train Caitlyn.

You had thought being hidden away would at least be a way for you to avoid your mother, but you were wrong. Your mother sat in during your etiquette classes and would comment on how you were doing. Then, your mother would demand you attend the functions that were held in the ballroom. You were dressed up in terribly itchy clothes and forced to mingle with other high-class people. The children your age talked about their schooling, how they were coming into their inheritances, and giggling over crushes. You would stand silently and listen to them drone on until your mother said you could leave. But, that didn’t stop you from noticing the looks the adults gave you when they thought you weren’t paying attention. They looked at you like they were trying to figure you out. It unnerved you and when you brought it up to your father, all he said was that they were curious about you. Why would they be curious about you?

The answer was unceremoniously dropped on your lap the day of your fourteenth birthday. Your mother was supposed to be working overtime that day so you were freely walking around the manor. The staff was joyfully baking you a cake and getting things prepared for the small birthday party you’d be having. Unlike your sister, your birthday parties consisted of just your family and the staff. You didn’t have any friends to invite and you refused to let the uppity children ruin your day.

You were heading to the gardens when you heard raised voices coming from inside your mother’s office. You pause and listen closely to the voices, recognizing your mother’s voice and Grayson’s. Cautiously, you move closer to the door so you can hear them better.

“I am tired of having this conversation with you, Cassandra! Week after week, I’m in here arguing with you!” Grayson shouts in exasperation, “Let Y/n live her fucking life for Gods’ sake!”

“You of all people should understand why I’m doing this, Grayson!” Your mother shouts back, “You were there! You were there when I gave birth to them!”

“Are you kidding me?! THAT’S THE ISSUE? You’re punishing a child for her BIRTH?! Are you fucking insane, Cassandra?!” You can hear the fury in her voice.

“YOU AREN’T THE SUBJECT OF THE RUMORS! YOU AREN’T THE ONE PEOPLE ARE ACCUSING OF BEING A CHEATER!” Your mother screams, making you flinch away from the door. ‘Wait. Rumors? Cheating?!’ You nearly slam your head into the door in a rush to hear again.

“I can’t begin to imagine how that feels, but you can’t do this to her because of what others are saying! You can’t continue to do this to them! They deserve to know the truth!”

“And how do you think they’ll take that?! Hey, girls, you and your sister are actually the same age! How? BECAUSE YOU’RE FRATERNAL TWINS!” Your mother screeches and you feel your whole body freeze.

“You know the conversation would be much different than that. But, I’m more concerned about them knowing that their parents lied to them for years! Y/n thinks she’s a whole year younger than her sister! She thinks that you hate her!”

“I don't hate her!”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, CASSANDRA! WHY?!” You can hear the growl in Grayson’s voice, “SHE HASN’T LEFT THIS HOUSE IN FOUR YEARS! THE ONLY OUTSIDE INTERACTION SHE HAS IS WITH ME AND THE STAFF! YOU’RE KILLING HER!”

“IT’S FOR HER SAFETY!” You hear something bang loudly.

“For her safety?” Grayson laughs bitterly, “Then what about Caitlyn, huh? You’re hiding Y/n away because you don’t want to deal with the judgemental gossip. You don’t want your daughter, who doesn’t behave the way you want her to, to be witnessed by the public. When we KNOW that Y/n is Tobias’ child and you could have proven that fact years ago!”

“What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do, Grayson?” Your mother scoffs, “That child has never listened to me. I’ve done everything!”

“You’ve done everything except be her mother!” Grayson hisses, “Now if you don’t let me take her on a trip… so help me Cassandra I will tell her the truth about her birth.”

“Fine. Fine! Take her, since you’re so invested in her life. I wish you’d show the same amount of interest in Caitlyn.” Your mother hisses.

“CAITLYN isn’t being ABUSED!” Grayson snarls and you can picture her ears flicking around. You sit there, frozen, your mind trying to process what was said when the sound of boots snaps you to awareness. Forgetting about your trip to the gardens, you whirl around and race up the stairs to your bedroom. The words were echoing in your mind the entire time. ‘Twins. Twins. Twins. We’re twins.’ You skid into your room and slam the door shut before staggering to your bed. You don’t even make it all the way, choosing to sit on the floor instead for some unknown reason. You put your head in your hands and stare at the floor. The conversation from earlier replayed over and over in your mind and didn’t feel any better each time you did. ‘They lied to us? They lied to Caitlyn and me about when we were born. They lied about us being twins. And what’s this thing about rumors? Have people created rumors about mother cheating?’ You look down at your skin and frown, the natural color of your hair is also on your mind. ‘If it’s true and Caitlyn and I are twins… I don’t look like mother or papa.’

A knock on your door startles you and you glance at the clock. Two hours had passed without you realizing it and it was time for your party. You panic when you remember that you’re not even dressed for it. A knock sounds again and you shake your head, hurriedly running into your closet.

“Come in!” You call out as you rip one of your dresses off of its hanger.

“Little one?” You hear your papa chuckle from in your bedroom, “Don’t tell me that you fell asleep and forgot about your party.”

“Y-Yeah! I did!” You force a laugh as you struggle to get into the dress, “I forgot about the time!” You manage to get it on and start to button it up.

“Well, I’ll wait for you outside. Don’t worry about hurrying up since it's a small group of us.” Papa reassures you and you hear your door close. You exhale heavily but manage to get your shoes on and rush to your mirror. You start tugging at your hair to put it into a ponytail when you notice that your roots are starting to grow back in. You pause but bite your lip and put it up into a bun instead. With one last check, you wipe your face and head to the door.

“Look at you.” Papa grins, “You’re wearing the dress I got you.” He holds out his hand and you take it.

“It’s one of my favorites, so this seemed like the perfect time to wear it.” You struggle to smile at him. You walk in silence as the conversation keeps playing through your mind. You bite your lip and glance at your papa nervously. ‘Should I ask him about it? Papa would tell me the truth, right? He hasn’t lied to me, yet.’

“Is something wrong, little one?” Papa questions in concern. You blink and hesitate before nodding your head. Even more concerned now, papa stops you in front of the door to the seating area. You fidget with your fingers as you try to figure out what to say and how to say it.

“Papa…” The worried look in his eyes forces you to swallow, “I-I’m scared that I won’t be able to leave the house anytime soon. I’m turning fourteen and I haven’t left the grounds in years.” You say miserably. ‘That’s not what I wanted to say, but I don’t dare to ask. What if he tells Mother that I know? What would she do after that?’

“Oh, Y/n.” Papa pulls you into a hug, “I know, little one, but guess what? You’re going to be going on a trip with Grayson! You’ll get to leave the grounds very soon. All you have to do is get through the rest of this week.” You nod your head and go into the room with him. All of the staff was there, your sister, Grayson, and even your mother. A beautiful cake sat on the table waiting for you and you plop into the chair next to it.

“Happy birthday, sis!” Caitlyn hugs you happily, and you weakly return it. ‘She’s fifteen. We’re fifteen.’

Your birthday party passed in a haze. They sang happy birthday to you, cut the cake, and you opened your presents. You did your best to fake being happy, and you managed to fool everyone except Grayson. You could feel her concerned eyes on you during the party as you ate more cake than you ever have. At the end of it, you slipped out before anyone could notice and ran up to your bedroom. It was so hard sitting there and looking at your sister. You weren’t her younger sister. You were her twin sister. It hurt to see her knowing that she is your mother’s favorite. That there’s a reason mother treats you like this and it’s not because of anything you did. It was because of how you were born.

The smell of cherry blossoms is the first thing your mind registers, followed closely by the warmth you felt. You blink and then start tearing up when you realize that Grayson is embracing you. You desperately hug her back as you burst into tears. You hear the sound of thunder rumbling in the background.

“I-I-I kn-now!” You stutter out through your tears, “C-Cait a-and I-!”

“Ssshhhh, sweet one. Don’t talk right now. Let it all out.” Grayson whispers, and you do. You let yourself break down in her arms for the first time in years. Three years since you’ve felt a loving embrace. Three years since your mama was this close to you for more than a second. You’ve been trapped in a dollhouse with nothing but your mind to keep you occupied.

“Now, tell me what’s wrong.” Grayson mutters as you stop crying. The storm going on outside showed no signs of slowing down as rain beat against your windows. You take a deep, shaky breath and back away from her.

“I overheard you and mother today.” Your voice comes out as barely a whisper, “That Caitie and I are twins.” You watch as understanding crosses Grayson’s eyes and she sighs.

“I planned to tell you in Ionia, but I’ll tell you now… You know that Caitlyn’s birthday is on January 4th, 970 AN but she was born at 11:54 am. You were born on January 4th at 12:04 pm during a total solar eclipse. You are twins.” Grayson pulls out a sundial compass with the solar eclipse engraved on it, “I was there the day you two were born. The sun was in full view until your sister was taken away. The sky started to darken and you came out just as the moon completely blocked out the sun. You didn’t scream or cry like your sister and for a moment we thought you were dead, but you stared up at your nurse in silence.” You move closer to her in interest and she gives you a small smile.

“It wasn’t until you were laid next to your sister that we realized you didn’t look alike… and we found it endearing. Your mother and father loved the two of you from first sight. Your father mentioned that you looked like the matriarch of his family who migrated to Piltover a while ago. His mother has a painting of her hanging in their house if you’d ever like to see her.” Grayson hands you the sundial compass, and you turn it over to see your name engraved on it, “No one had an issue with you. It wasn’t until you and your sister’s debut that things took a turn. Rumors started within the high society that your mother cheated on your father. People couldn’t understand that you were twins and believed that your mother was lying. Those rumors are still going around to this day.”

“But why wouldn’t they show the proof that papa is my father? Why would they let others believe those lies?” You ask in disbelief, “Is that why mother hates me? Because people think I’m her bastard child?” You hiss out. Grayson’s eyes go wide and she gives you a firm stare.

“Don’t you ever say that about yourself ever again. I don’t want to hear that word come out of your mouth, do you understand?” Grayson growls, her lion ears flick up in agitation and you nod dejectedly. ‘She’s so upset right now that she’s not hiding her features. I shouldn’t agitate her further.’

“I just don’t understand, mama. Why am I locked up? Why am I the bad child?” You whimper, tears falling once again, “Everything Caitie does is perfect. She can’t do anything wrong.”

“None of us can speak for your mother.” Grayson wipes away your tears, “But you’re not a bad child to me. I don’t see a single flaw in you. You are my daughter. My daughter… and you always will be.” She says softly.

You laugh happily as you fly up the steps to the monastery. You can hear the rumbling sound of the earth moving as Grayson bends the ground beneath her. You had announced the race as you jumped off of the ship and got a head start. You look under you and grin, flying faster so that you can beat her to the doors. You dive down and fly around her with a giggle, flicking her ears and dodging her tail. When you arrive at the doors, they’re already open and a large crowd had gathered just outside of them. Surprised gasps greet you as you flutter above Grayson and blush in embarrassment.

“It seems as though our young fae has grown her wings!” Master Jess announces as your feet touch the floor. Cheers sound, making you blush deeper as Master Teylin envelopes you in a hug.

“Oh, look at you, Y/n! You’re adorable!” Master Teylin squeals, “Your wings are so precious!” She ushers you inside and you give her a wobbly smile. ‘If I knew this would be the reaction, I wouldn’t have done that!’

“Now, now.” Master Haruli shoves Teylin away from you, “Give the child some space! Her achievement is wonderful and while I am dying to learn more, she needs to change and get ready for dinner.”

“That’s right.” Grayson chuckles as she approaches you with a bundle of robes, “Go on and get changed. We can talk about this once we’re settled in for dinner.” You nod and take the robes from her. The soft cotton made you excited to get rid of the itchy Piltoven fabric. You took off in the direction of your room, greeting the members of the monastery as you skipped through the halls. You would only be here for a few days, but they were days you’d cherish more than anything.

The sound of fighting draws you to the dojo and you watch in interest as a young man fights with Elder Abe. He was holding his own quite well and you admired how he managed to dodge the Elder’s eye jab. Yet, that’s not what called your attention. It was the fiery dragon spirit that spun around his body in tight coils. You could feel the power of this spirit from where you stood and it stopped its circling to stare at you. You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face as it regarded you. The heat of its fire caresses your body as it moves towards you. You giggle as it circles you, spinning around with it to follow its path. There’s a yelp in the background and as you turn back around, you see the young man on the floor, staring at you in disbelief.

“Young Y/n!” Elder Abe cheerily greets you as the young man continues to stare, “Look at you! You’ve gained your wings!”

“Hello, Elder Abe!” You chirp, “Who’s this dragon you’re training with?” You tilt your head.

“Dragon- Oh! OH! You can see it?!” Elder Abe questions you in excitement, “You’ve connected to the Spirit Realm?!” The dragon lazily drifts through the air in front of you as you approach. You tuck your robes under your arm and grin.

“I can see him. He’s quite a show-off.” You giggle and hold your hand out to the guy, “But, I meant you. What’s your name?” You smile at him. He grabs your hand and you help him off the mat. It takes a moment for him to straighten out his Gi, but he turns to you when he does.

“My name is Lee Sin and you interrupted my training.” Lee huffs and crosses his arms.

“Ah, apologies. I only meant to observe until your spirit companion approached me.” You apologize to him. Lee’s scowl wavers as you give him a soft smile.

“Young Lee here came to the monastery after you left. I’m sure you would have loved to have someone around your age to train with.” Elder Abe cuts in. You nod your head.

“You… have wings. Are you a Vastaya of some kind?” Lee hesitantly questions.

“I’m not a Vastaya. I’m a spirit. A fae to be more exact.” You say kindly.

“A fae.” Lee’s eyes widen and you hear the dinner bell ring. You gasp and glance at the robes in your arms. ‘I need to get changed!’

“It was nice to meet you, Lee Sin!” You shout as you run to the exit, “I hope to see more of you while I’m here!” You rush to your room and hurriedly pull on your robes, hopping around as you try to put your sandals on. Once you were dressed, you grab a hair tie and head out of the bedroom area of the building. You hum to yourself as you head to the dining hall and take your time to take in all of the changes. Upon unlocking your faerie form, your connection to the spirit realm solidified. You realized that no matter how hard you meditated, you wouldn’t have been able to access it until you unlocked your powers. You can see spirits roaming around the halls or hiding in plants. Even your connection to Ionia felt deeper.

“Young fae!” You hear Lee’s voice call to you as you enter the dining hall. You turn in his direction and see him seated with Elder Abe and the others. You smile and head over to them, taking the seat next to Grayson with a slight bow. You’re handed your food, your mouth practically watering at the fruits laid out in front of you. You tuck in and contently eat your meal while the others chat about their days. It felt nice to be surrounded by so many people who care about you and your wellbeing. Lee Sin’s spirit surprises you as it wraps around your shoulders to whisper in your ear. You swallow the last of your meal as a frown makes its way onto your face.

“Lee Sin. You should not be so hard on yourself.” You state as you place your bowl down. The chatter around you instantly ceases and you look down the table to see him, “You’re only a few years older than me. It’s not a race. Connection to the spirit realm comes at its own time.” Lee clenches his jaw and glares at you.

“Who said that? I’m not rushing to connect to the spirit realm.” Lee scoffs and continues to eat. Your eyes follow the dragon as it tells you otherwise before Master Teylin grabs your attention.

“On a happier note… tell us how you gained your wings, young one.” Master Teylin gives you a large smile.

“Mama and I went out for ice cream during the summertime. Near the edge of the canal, a large group of kids was playing around when one of the little ones got pushed over the edge.” You explain, gasps sounding, “No one acknowledged it. Not even the parents, so I jumped in after him. Some friendly water spirits helped me find him and I brought him to the entryway where Mama give him CPR. I got my wings that night.” You smile proudly. Saving the child’s life had gifted you with your wings. Even if you hadn’t gotten your wings, that day would have stayed in your mind.

“Mama?” Master Jess tilts her head with a sparkle in her eyes, “Now who are we speaking of, young one?” You blush and cover your face. ‘I did it again! I didn’t mean to! It just slipped out as I told the story!’

“That would be me.” Grayson chuckles and gives you a side-hug, “It’s alright, sweet one. That leads into a question I had for the Masters.” You perk up and look at her in interest.

“Well, don’t leave us in suspense!” Elder Abe snorts, “Out with it!” Laughter fills the air as Elder Abe’s legendary impatience comes through.

“Yes, mentor.” Grayson chuckles, nervously rubbing her wrist, “Masters… I’d like to request a lineagefasting with young Y/n.” Your eyes go wide as the others pause in place. The piece of chicken on Master Jess’ fork falls back onto her plate. ‘Mama wants… to do a lineagefasting with me?’

“Gray… Are you serious?” Master Teylin demands, “This is not something to take lightly.”

“I’m as serious as the day I took my vows, Master Teylin.” Grayson responds firmly, “Y/n means more to me than my own life. I see her as my daughter and wish to execute it.”

“Elder Fei would be the one to perform it…” Master Haruli muses, “Doesn’t the young fae have her mother?”

“She is not my mother!” You blurt out without thinking. You let out a squeak and slap your hand over your mouth. The others raise an eyebrow at you while Grayson sighs sadly.

“You may speak, young one. This includes you as well.” Master Haruli says gently. You clear your throat and straighten up in your seat.

“My birth mother is no mother to me. Grayson - Mama - has become my mother in nearly every sense of the word.” You glance around the table, “I want to do this if you approve of it.” There’s a silence as the three women stand and you swallow hard. Lineagefasting is a sacred way of claiming a familial tie to another person that you’re not related to. The practice was said to be lost to time, but it was a well-kept secret of the monastery. It has to be mutual as the bond won’t solidify if it isn’t. It prevents people from being forcefully bonded together when they don’t want to be. They were performed by a master spiritualist as the process involved tying the two individuals' very spirits together. You learned about it the last time you were here.

“May we have your attention.” Master Jess calls out. The dining hall slowly goes quiet and all of the attention gets turned to them. Your anxiety shoots up and you fidget with your fingers as you wait for what they’re going to say.

“There will be a lineagefasting tonight between our daughter - the Gray Lion - and our new disciple, Y/n.” Master Teylin announces, “As the three daughters of Hirana, we call on Elder Mai to officiate tonight’s bonding.” A large grin appears on her face and you feel yourself relax.

“May we celebrate this momentous occasion underneath the moon!” Master Haruli cheers. You blink and then slowly turn to Grayson as cheers fill the air.

“Daughter.” You deadpan.

“You never asked for my last name.” Grayson smiles mischievously, “I did say my mother gave me up to the monastery.”

“So you’re adopted?” You gasp. The smile on Grayson’s face only gets wider.

“Lineagefasted.” Grayson winks.

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