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dinogoofymutated · 1 day

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Hey!!! Thank you again for Remy's one shot, it was amazing!!

I saw that you would like ideas for Cable and Warren, and I may have a few...

Especially for Warren....

I'd love to see Warren and mutant! Reader that "hate" each other, and reader thinks she has no chance with him, so she goes on a date. Warren is jealous and watches over her, and swoops in once the date goes sideways.

Words are said, feeling we shown, and Warren giver the fairytale kiss. (Could end with them going at it on a rooftop...)

Could be sfw or nsfw, either way I'll enjoy it immensely!!! I can't wait to see more of your work ❤️

Sfw! Warren/Fem!reader

OMGGGG UGG I LOVE THIS SM!!! I have a slight obsession with prompts like this- soooo yeah lololol. Oh! Also, I feel like I should mention this is more based off of comic and show warren, and not the version of him from the apocalypse movie. Hope this isnt too OOC!

Tws: Bad date, Warren is kind of an asshole but we love him. Kissing in the rain.

Warren Worthington is a dick. He's always teasing you, snatching your books, and pencils, and really everything you meed and holding it out of reach. He'll thwak you with a wing on purpose, always saying some stupid excuse like "Oh I didn't see you there." When you know damn well he did.

And he's not even like this to anyone else! It's incredibly frustrating, especially with how often he'll just up and completely ignore you to go flirt with Jean- who's still with Scott, might I add! Ugh!

It shouldn't matter to you whether or not he flirts with other people- the guy was clearly uninterested in you. But you just... can't help it. You really liked Warren, more so before this whole event started, when you didn't know him that well but couldn't help but blush at some of the things he did. You knew he could be kind, and he had a sweet side to him despite the cocky persona he's always pushing. (Because is it really a persona at that point?) But he just seemed so out of your league. Around the time you started pulling away from him was when the teasing started up, and to be honest, it had just confirmed your thoughts that Warren didn't like you.

Whatever, though. You'd get over it. You wanted to get over it. And the opportunity was presented to you to do just that. You had been out shopping one day with Jean when a man had approached you- not Jean, but you. It was really surprising, as most men would completely skip over you to talk to your beautiful best friend. You didn't hold any resentment towards her, it's not like she can help it. But when a rather attractive man approaches you, asking you on a date? You couldn't help but be flattered.

You were excited! Really, really excited for this date. You had put on a cute outfit, even throwing on a little makeup, dresses to impress you know? Plus, your date was really attractive, and for some reason, you felt like you needed to spruce yourself up a little bit to impress him. It had taken you forever to be happy with your look, with Jean reassuring you over and over that you looked perfect and that everything would be fine!

Eventually, his car pulled up in front of the mansion to pick you up for your date. You only had to glance at the window before you were running down the stairs excitedly. Of course, leaving couldn’t be all that easy, could it?

“What are you all dressed up for?” You hold in your groan at the sound of Warren’s voice. He’s leaning against the foyer wall, cocking an eyebrow at you with a smirk that makes your heart do something funny. Didn’t change the fact that you kinda wanted to punch him.

“If you have to know, I’m going on a date.” You say, rolling your eyes. His smirk drops immediately, but you don't really notice as you put your shoes on.

“A date? With who?” Warren Pushes himself off the wall to approach you, grabbing hold of your arm to keep you from running off just yet. You make a face at him, confused and a little annoyed at his attention.

“A guy. He asked me out while Jean and I were at the mall, not that you really need to know.” You snark. Warren scoffs at that, looking a little frustrated. He begins to talk again, but he’s cut off by the sound of a horn honking from outside. Your face falls, and your stomach drops at the sound. Your date must be impatient. You don’t like the implications of that. Warren looks angry, letting go of you as he takes a step back.

“You’re really going to leave with a guy who doesn’t bother to ring the doorbell?” He asks. You can’t find any words to say, feeling a little hurt. You turn away from him, quickly opening the door to leave. Warren can see your face light up a little as you wave at your date, closing the door behind you. Warren’s wings sag a little, left in the foyer looking like a lost puppy without you.

“You know, if you were nicer to her you probably would’ve had a chance.” Warren sighs dramatically at the sound of Bobby’s voice, turning to see that he had been watching the whole time, eagerly munching on a bowl of cereal.

“Can it, dude”

The fact that you're going on a date doesn't sit well with Warren. There's a pit in his stomach that he can't seem to shake, and when he tried to talk about it, Bobby and Scott just waved him off, telling him he was just jealous- and well, he was. But that wasn't the point! He didn't like that you were going on a date with someone random, or anyone besides him, really. He just had a bad feeling about it all.

He knows he doesn't really have the right to be as jealous as he was. The two of you weren't together- but at some point, he thought you would be. He liked you. More than friends should. He had for a while, but you started to pull away from him- so he started to do anything he could to get your attention. Sure, he wasn't exactly being nice, but he wasn't being mean. He wasn't trying to bully you or put you down, he was just… teasing.

Warren had been couped up in the library as the evening went on, staring out the window with a sigh as it had started to pour. He had been thinking a lot about what Bobby had said earlier, dwelling over it constantly. Normally when he was so caught up in thoughts like this he would fly around the mansion to clear his head, but with the storm outside that definitely wasn't going to happen. He sighs, resting his head against the window while his eyes begin to drift close, but a movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention. He sits up a little bit, squinting at first to see whatever it is through the rain. When he finally realizes, it is like he was hit over the head with disbelief.

...

The rain was cold. You were shivering as you walked along the asphalt driveway up to the mansion doors, sniffling the whole time. You knew you looked like a mess, mascara running down your cheeks in inky black streams, soaked to the bone without a jacket to keep you warm. The date was a bust. You should have known better. Been smarter. Hell, you should have asked someone else to drive you so that you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation in the first place. Or at least brought your wallet so that you could’ve used the payphone to call someone to come get you. But here you are. You were sad, wet, and despairing over the long walk up the driveway, but at least you were back at the mansion.

It’s hard for you to see through the heavy rain, so you keep your head down towards the ground to keep the rain out of your eyes. You don’t even realize that someone had run out to get you until you hear footsteps splash through the puddled driveway. You try your best to wipe the tears from your eyes, praying that they won’t be able to tell with the rain, but it is hard to hide the puffy red face the tears left behind.

You don’t really want look look up when you feel the rain stop, already knowing who it is by the sound of his gait. Warren holds the umbrella out to you, and you take it. He has his trench coat over his arm, and he uses the extra hand to wrap it around your shoulders. It’s awfully big on you, but it’s warm and dry, and you're thankful. You wipe at your eyes again when Warren takes the umbrella back, trying hard not to start crying.

“What happened?” Warren asks. You finally look at him, and the concerned look on his face just makes you feel worse. Your face scrunches as you tear up again, and you look up at the umbrella as you try to avoid the embarrassment. You don’t really know what to say. You don’t really want to say anything right now. But you do.

“He didn’t know I was a mutant.” You say, voice shaking a little. Although, you can’t help but let out a pitiful laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “He thought that the school was just some place for rich kids. I mentioned it offhand because I assumed he knew- and he didn’t. He wouldn’t drive me home so…” You make a vague motion at your soaking clothes. Warren looks angry. Angrier than you’ve ever seen him before. He opens his mouth to say something and decides better of it. Instead, He wraps an arm around you and begins to guide you back to the mansion. You blush a little at the action, but realize he probably just has to stay close to keep the both of you under the umbrella- not that his wings even fit, by the way.

“You’re gonna be soaked.” You say, pointing towards his wings. Warren glances back, flexing the limbs just slightly, and shrugs.

“I’ll get over it. Wouldn’t be much of a hero if I let a pretty girl walk in the rain, would I?” Warren flirts, sending you a wink. You send him an incredulous look, before bursting out in laughter. Warren gasps, putting a hand over his “wounded” heart.

“Seriously? That was a good one, and you’re just laughing?” Warren complains, which only makes you laugh a bit harder.

“Oh please, that one was so cheesy!” You manage to say through the laughs. Warren is smiling, and it’s different than the smile he wears when he’s being an annoying jerk. His hair is wet, and his clothes are damp, but to be honest, you really start to understand why they call him Angel. You look away when you realize you’re blushing, but you can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face.

“That guy was an idiot, by the way,” Warren says after a moment. Your smile falls a bit at the reminder of the start of the evening. “He really has no clue what he’s missing out on.” You snort at that, unable to keep yourself from rolling your eyes.

“You sure have a lot to say for a guy who doesn’t like me all that much.” The words come out before you can really think about it, and you’re caught off guard when Warren stops walking. He doesn’t remove his arm from around your shoulders, but he moves so that he can look at you better.

“What do you mean by that?” Warren asks, His face twisted in an expression you can’t quite figure out. The question and the seriousness in his tone surprise you, and you don’t quite know how to respond at first.

“I- Huh?”

“You don’t seriously think I dislike you, do you?” Warren asks again, worry bleeding through his tone. You furrow your brow in confusion.

“What?? Warren, you’re not exactly subtle about it.” You mention, and Warren’s recoil is unexpected.

“Oh my god, you do.” Warren holds his face in his hands for a quick moment, wondering how he had done so wrong. “Why would I dislike you? I literally spend every waking moment trying to get your attention!” You can’t help but let out a noise of confusion, mind working overtime to get the gears working in your head.

“By tormenting me, you mean.” You say, and Warren vehemently shakes his head.

“No! That’s not what I…” He begins, but he trails off. He’s trying to figure out something to say. Some way to let you know about how he feels, and his thoughts, but he just can't seem to find the words.

“Okay then, Prove it.” You eventually say, crossing your arms defensively underneath his coat. Warren frowns at you.

“What?” He asks.

“Prove it. Prove that you don’t actually hate me.” You repeat again. You’re not exactly sure what you are expecting him to do or say. To be honest, you half expected him to give up altogether, but you were wrong about a lot of things.

“I- you seriously want me to show you. Right now.” Warren asks again. You shrug your shoulders in response.

“Yup.” Warren seems to take a moment for the confirmation to process, and then he smiles just slightly. Like he’s in disbelief about what he’s about to do. Before you know it, warren has dropped the umbrella, cupped your face with both hands, and pulled you into a kiss.

You’re wide-eyed for a moment, simply letting him kiss you in your disbelief as the rain pours down on you once again. Your mind still hasn’t quite caught up yet. Warren is kissing you so deeply, so lovingly, that you almost feel like you’re dreaming. He separates from you for a quick moment before kissing you again, this one a little less intense, and finally you find yourself catching up to the situation. You kiss him back, heart thundering in your chest. You can feel Warren physically relax, his wings fluttering just slightly behind him as you fully lean into the kiss, hands latching onto his shirt as you move closer. You feel him sigh into the kiss, and despite the cold rain, all you can feel is warmth.

When the two of you finally separate, Warren rests his forehead against yours. His pretty eyes look at you with fondness, and you find yourself wondering how you’d never seen it before. All he really wanted was your attention, didn’t he?

“...We are so gonna get sick after this.” You mumble, brain still stalling a little bit. Warren lets out a laugh, pulling away to pick up the umbrella again. He pulls you a little closer than before as the two of you finally make it to the front steps.

“Yeah, Probably.”

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stormxpadme · 21 days

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Me @ the beginning today's ep: Cool, cool, the fucking annoying love triangle again, no wait the fucking TWO love triangles. Well, let's hope that's not the most interesting thing happening today.

Me @ the ending of today's episode with like half the cast dead and Genosha burning: Can I see the love triangles again?

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starlight-artbby · 7 days

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Y'all already know that it's X-Men week and DN do I have a lot to say as always.

I loved the sort of understanding between Scott and Jean and having Emma come out of the rubble in her diamond Form was everything I was honestly clutching my pearls hoping that would happen.

I love how the X-Men are seeing things in a new light especially my girl Rogue. First of all I love when she said that Remy was her man like when she started going on her tangents I was loving every last second of it. She knew that Remy was her man and she wasn't even ready to except that he was gone.

I hope in the next episode we get the entire X-Men team getting new outfits. They all deserve to wear some cool new uniforms. Did I mention how I die inside every time I see Remy in the opening.

I would also like to mention that I knew Magneto was alive all along And now all we need is to have Remy back. It was also nice to see Belladonna and Remy's family I enjoyed that. I love how understanding Kurt is. He is just so in tact with his emotions and you can tell how much he loves Rogue.

When Kurt told Rogue that she helped Remy and Magneto live I literally bursted into tears especially when the rest of the X-Men arrived I was so heart broken.

I also love how Jean thought of Madelyne like a sister especially with Storm gone. That was heartbreaking too. I honestly am not gonna lie, I was pretty ticked off at Cable for getting pissed at Jean considering she is the only reason Madelyne existed in the first place but I can't get to mad at him considering the fact that Madelyne is his mother and he has every right to feel a certain way

Also, not the villains thinking that the X-Men knew that Professor X was alive like no mam they are more clueless of you in that regard.

I loved when Wolverine was worried about Morph. Like that is his best friend for real and I love that for them to be honest.

Also Wolverine understood the assignment. Of course Rogue wanted that Bitch dead he was partially responsible for king her soulmate. Like shit when she dropped him I was literally screaming Go Queen Slay! Cause let's be honest, the X-Men are beyond to nice considering all the shit they have gone through.

Jubilee being there for Roberto was also special to me because I love them so much their relationship is just so damn cute and I hope they stay together. I was disappointed to know that Roberto's parents wanted him to hide who he was but I just couldn't blame them in the slightest. Not after what happened to Genosha.

I am so excited for the next episode I still want Rogue to go batshit Crazy and she looked so beautiful with her Hair wet and to be honest, all of the X-Men did. Loved this episode so much can't wait for next week.

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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"The House of the Rising Sun" : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"The House of the Rising Sun"

Chapter Summary : Bell, along with Park & Sims, is flying to the New Orleans for their mission against Remy Duvall

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3100

Warning : Little NSFW content !

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Three of us on Remy Duvall....the other three on Amram Rabalwi. The first group is going to the New Orleans to take care of a corrupt politician while the other one is going right in the middle of the Iran-Irak War to kill an important irakian general. I think it was the only better choice to do, we couldn't let one of them escape if we had our focus completely on the other one. I thought that Adler was going to send right in Irak but instead and unexpected, he decided to send me, Park and Sims to the US......a pleasant surprise, I can say !.....

He assigned Sims to be the one in charge of the group and since we were going to act on the US soil, he was a good choice from Adler. After we have finished our briefing and discussing on our new plan to take care of these two Perseus agents, Sims has started to pull out some calls to Washington and to a CIA agent based in New Orleans that will help us to set the scene to act against Duvall while Park also make some calls to London, updating them of the situation but the CIA is going to be our only support in the New Orleans...just them.

While they were doing that, I decided to prepare me & Park's equipment for our mission as we were going to stay in the US for a while until we got rid of Duvall. We needed to take the minimum as the CIA were going to supply us at the safehouse Sims's contact is preparing for us but also because we couldn't risk to transform the city in a warzone, we are directly acting in the United States and I think that no one want to see that happening at all. We got the american city....Adler, Mason & Woods got the warzone in the Middle-East.

They were the first group to leave the safehouse after one hour as their preparation were quite easy as us, we needed more of it and after 2 hours, we were finally ready and we were out of the place, going to the plane that were going to make us fly to the US. Instead of using an usual cargo plane, it was more like an private jet that we're going to use...thanksfully.....It was going to change from the last time I took a plane.....and also, I have started to have enough of West-Berlin, still staying in that safehouse for days and having for some days only rain to fall.

We finally left behind the city and we were pretty quiet during the flight as we preferred to let ourselves rest a little, allowing me to have some peace to think. It wasn't a direct flight as we had to make a stop in Lisbon to refuel the plane before taking off again to reach Miami as our second and final stop before New Orleans. It was weird for me to see from the skies and from afar the Europeans coasts....it was my first time, since I woke up almost a month ago that I left Europe to go to America and I was wondering if I did go there for Perseus or not.

3 hours to go from West-Berlin to Lisbon.....and more than 8 hours from Lisbon to Miami. It was pretty quiet but damn long with that weird silence in the plane. We all had something to do except for talking : reading a book for Park & me....she gave one to me as she wanted me to do something instead of looking outside for hours and for Sims....well, he was sleeping....He finally awake suddenly when we were going approach Miami.

"Did I miss anything ?" It was the first thing he said, breaking the long silence in the plane, putting back in place, his baseball cap he used to hide his eyes as I start to look at him.

"We're going to land soon in Miami, the pilot just make the announcement two minutes ago." Park answered, lowering her book to look at Sims. She was siting in front of me as Sims was at the other side of the plane. "We have at least 2 mores hours before we're finally in the New Orleans at 1900 approximatively." She added, getting her book inside her own bag,

"2 hours ?" I exclaimed nervously as I was feeling to be on that plane for days, we left West-Berlin at 1 PM and we're going to arrive in Louisiana at 7 PM "It's like 11 hours that we're on that place."

"Jet lag, Yirina...Jet lag...." Park scoffed, having saw me nervous before she rolled her eyes in a lovely way.

"Are you giving me a lesson on how the time work ?" I asked to her, narrowing my eyes in a joking tone

"By seeing Park, I guess it's a yes..." Sims replied, almost laughing before Park put her eyes on him, faking a curious and confused look. "What ?" He shrugged his shoulders in incomprehesion before she smiled at him.

"Joking, Sims." She breathed "You should take some rest again." She added as in me, I start to feel weird in a second, remembering something that happened a lot to me,

"You know....it's something that I heard by a lot 3 years ago." I told them, getting our attention on me, very curious.

"About rest ?" Sims asked, I nodded

"At that time, each time I was asking about some gasps on my memories, you were all like 'Take some rest, Bell, you're looking tired !' or 'You might work too much, get some sleep.'" I said as it was the thing I remembered, it was always like that, almost everyone told me that at least once.

"Hey, it was true !" Sims defended, getting comfy in his seat and his voice, as I raised an eyebrow to him as the same time as Park. "You worked too much." I gave him a look that could say 'it's true !'

"And to talk about my memories, I worked too much ?" I asked, changing my look, narrowing my eyes to him now.

"Well...." Park started, taking a breath by talking of that "At first, the CIA would have liked to 'put you in their ranks' but I forced them to have you 'join the MI6'"

"Meaning ?" I turned my eyes to her

"Since you were now in the MI6, we had no choices but to limit the memories that Adler could give you." Sims was the one to speak. "Only memories about Vietnam was given and everything else was put into a bin." He explained, giving me the reasons of why 'Bell' only had memories of Vietnam.

"Adler has...well....considered the option to have part of my memories in you but...." Park whispered, not sure of telling it as it was sounding like a big secret to hide. "I wouldn't want that to happen, fearing that it could have break you..."

"It would have allowed you to not be harassed by me with all these questions about my past." I tried to joke but why joking about that I was brainwashed ? I could maybe laugh of that but not in these times.

"Yes but if we had did this, your real memories would have been gone and I didn't wanted to do that." Park admitted as inside of me, I was relieved that she didn't do it. "Even if some saw you as an enemy, some care about you and they wouldn't wanted that too."

"Having Adler and my memories in you was risky...." Sims said, making me realizing that Adler's memories wasn't the only one I had in head "Having Park's ones would have been deadly to you."

"That could have killed me ?" They nodded at me

"With what you have faced in a short time, you would have freaked out the day you woke up." Sims added, readjusting his cap, refering to what happened between the day I was captured by the CIA and the day I woke up as 'Bell'...a day I can't even remember ! As he was finished, we started to hear some noises....it was the pilot going to speak.

"We'll land in a minute in Miami !" He announced in the speaker before hanging out as I looked outside to see that we were above the city, soon arriving at the airport for our stop for a short time. I was wondering something when I removed my head from the porthole.

"Did I go to the US before ?" I asked, looking at Sims & Park.

"Well, you were there..." Sims started to reply "Not freely in reality, Adler got you and brought you in Langley."

"Guess you don't have any memories or recalls that said to you that you came here before ?" Park added, looking curious

"I don't know, I was working as a cryptographer in the KGB at the Lubyanka for Perseus and also as a field agent but.....I couldn't tell." I responded, giving in short, what my old life was exactly. "Guess I will find out soon." I added before the plane lowered itself as it was landing.

"Well..." Sims looked at me, smiling. "Welcome back to the USA....freely !" He greeted, making me laugh a little as the plane finally landed.

We didn't step out of the plane as it was just a little stop to refuel the plane enough to make the flight to the New Orleans. It was weird now to be in the US-of-A for me after everything that happened to me. What a life ! We only stayed for a least 20 minutes to let the maintenance crew to get the fuel in the plane before it finally take off again, leaving Miami and Florida behind us to join the Louisiana, the New Orleans.....'The Crescent City' as I heard, it was like its little nickname and it was quite....good.

During the 2 remaining hours we had in flight, we didn't talk too much again and if we have talked, it was just about Sims telling us the good things they had in the US, explaining it like if we were tourists in a trip. Finally, we were arrived at 7:50 PM in the New Orleans at the airport as we had just finished to eat and we could finally move from our seats, getting our bags on us and leaving the plane, allowing me to set foot on the 'New World' by my own will and not forced and tied up by the CIA.

But no time for us to play the tourists....well, we're spies...Sims led us to a car that the CIA left for us and he took the wheel, driving us to the safehouse we were going to use for the following days....at least a week for Sims as Duvall is not an easy target to deal with. It took us more than 5 minutes less to arrive at the safehouse that was in a well-keep house just at the city's outskirts. Sims was the first to get out of the car as a man was waiting for us at the porch's house.

"Hey, Wolf !" Sims waved at the guy that was leaned against a pillar before he start to move to get to Sims.

"Sims, my man !" Wolf exclaimed as the two shook hands, making an friendly acolades "Hope that the flight wasn't so disturbing !"

"Nope at all, I slept all the way to here." Sims replied, giving him a friendly tap on the shoulder before Wolf looked at us, getting out of the car with our bags.

"So, is this your team ?" Wolf asked, Sims nodded.

"This is Helen Park from the MI6 !" He pointed at Park where the two shook hands before he looked at me "And this is Yirina Grigoriev, she's a russian defector working with us." I could see Wolf, getting a little bit confused before he smiled at me, offering his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both." He told us as we finally shook hands

"So, this is our new place ?" I asked, looking behind him.

"Yeap." Wolf simply answered

"Wolf is going to help us with dealing with Duvall, he's the one in charge of this safehouse." Sims added, crossing his arms before he looked at him "You got the necessary material for us ?"

"Of course, there's still things missing but tomorrow, we will have everything to start working on Duvall's case." Wolf responded before slowly walking inside the house "Let's get inside before you all catch a cold." He added as we started to follow him.

We took our bags in hand and then, we entered the safehouse that was going to be our little home for days before we are returning to West-Berlin, it's gonna change from the rainy weather from the german city, that's for sure. It was more going to be sunny and hot in here, it's what I wanted really. Wolf start to show us the basics of the house : the kitchen and the bathroom before we arrived in the living room that was in fact, our operations room with an dashboard, looking like the same as the one in West-Berlin.

"Damn, the CIA is well equipped !" I said, almost loudly as I saw multiple equipment all around the room, like listening devices, radios and also guns.

"Well..." Wolf started, scratching the back of his head "All of this is coming from the FBI, stole it to Webster's brigade !"

"You stole from your own countrymens ?" Park asked, amused by that fact.

"We had no choices, we're likely making an illegal CIA operation on the US soil and we have to use our own means....including stealing." Sims was the one to reply, already looking aware of that. "It's just the four of us with a part of CIA against Duvall." I then started to move near the dashboard, full of intels about Duvall.

"Duvall has big means, I can see...." I looked at everything on it, discovering what Duvall can do and what are his hobbies.

"Politician but also radio host who has an big support from the New Orleans high society." Wolf explained behind me. "A big asshole leading the America First Party."

"So, when do we start ?" Park questioned as I looked around to face the others again.

"It's better that we start tomorrow, we need to have everything in place before we can start to make our moves and scout out to eliminate Duvall." Sims replied, leaning on a couch. "You might need to rest, Yirina....as well as you, Park." He joked, refering to our discussion we all had 2 hours ago, making me rolling my eyes around.

"I'm going to show you your rooms !" Wolf said before waving to us to follow him and we complied. "We got 4 four rooms, each one for us." He added as we were getting up the stairs with him....well, we're not sleeping in a dorm but damn....I would have liked to be with Park....

He presented to her the first room we came across and she took it, getting inside before she closed the door with a small grin on her face before Wolf led me to the second room that was just next to hers. It was kinda small but at least, it was better than the dorm itself back in West-Berlin. After showcasing me the room, he left me alone, allowing me to install myself in that temporary bedroom as I had a view on the city skyline. Once I was finished, I sat on the side of my bed, blank stare in front of me.

I was thinking all the way about Park and only her. I was happy to be with her, to love her and to be at her side and I thought that we were going to sleep in the same room for once....on the same bed but no, we were separated and it was normal since the other don't know of us. I removed my jacket.....before I decided to leave the room to join hers. I arrived in front of it, hesitating before I finally knocked.

"Come in !" I could hear her through the door in a low voice and I opened it, discovering her, sit on the side of the bed. "Yiri..." She smiled at me as I closed the door behind me and locked it.

"So, how do you feel ?" I asked, staying next to the door.

"Well, we're in the New Orleans, changing from West-Berlin and it's better !" She responded before getting up to move next to the bed's end. "About you ?" She asked back

"Same thing, can finally walk in here without been tied up." I joked as I moved to face her, looking around before our eyes finally met.

"Yirina...." She whispered before we both moved at the same time to kiss each other on the lips, getting our arms around each other and then, we fall on the bed still kissing passionately before I withdraw to take some air.

"Can.....Can I ?" I asked, looking at the scarf she had around her neck, wanting to remove it and surprisely, she took it off herself, revealing to me her scar that didn't change over time....still highlighting her beauty. I then leaned forwards to slowly give her kiss along her scar, making her to do silent groans, her hands posed on my back.

"Oh.....fuck...." She tried to speak, losing her own words as she was getting pleasured by me, I was moving my hands along her curves, still kissing her neck before she looked at me. "Remove them, we're doing this !"

"Your clothes ?" I asked, naive and she rolled her eyes in a lovely way.

"Yes....fuck the others, we're doing this now !" She repeated before she redressed herself to remove her own jacket, helped by me. She then started to remove her shirt too as we were both getting lost ourselves, doing the same thing for me....just loving each other, revealing to her the white bra I was using....and her red bra she was using.

"You're so gorgeous, Park !" I said, amazed by her body before I moved to give her kiss, starting by her neck, going down slowly before I reached her pants that I start to remove too.

"Yes, you're my world, Yiri." She whispered, making me remember my memory with her in the Dark Room as I was finished to remove her pants that I threw on the ground before I moved next to her underwear. She then get her bra off her, showing me her breasts. "Please, it's time to catch back our lost years !" She didn't move her eyes away from me.

"You're my world too." I breathed as I move her underwear to the side, showing me her clint, finally happy to have a moment that we should have done years ago. "I love you so fucking much, Helen Park !" I looked at her before I start to slowly lick her clint with my tongue, she start to be taken over by all the lust and pleasure, groaning at the same time, happy with me, and finally feeling free,

"My god....Yiri !"

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mycatshuman · 5 years

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What If

Pairings: Prinxiety

Word count: 1, 202

Warnings: don't think there are any except deceit is in this, please let me know if I missed any.

Thank you to the wonderful @civilsounds17 for beta reading! You're the best!💚💚💚💚💚

And to you readers, this is a short reprieve in angst from me due to the recent posting of an angsty update to one of my fics and near future start of another fic that starts off quite angsty. So..please enjoy.

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Roman and Virgil grew closer with each passing day. To most, it seemed an unlikely friendship. But to the other five in their friend group, it was a relationship long overdue. Patton and Logan, the resident mom and dad of the group, noticed the chemistry between the two before they were even friends. Remy, Emile, and Dante, noticed once the two grew closer and began their ever entertaining flirty banter. Remy, had started the betting pool of when the two wound finally get together, or at least go on a date, 2.5 seconds after he noticed.

Roman and Virgil were not stupid. Far from it, in fact. They knew of the betting pool, they rolled their eyes at the attempts of getting them together. But in all honesty, both found that they couldn't ignore or suppress their stronger feelings for each other. It was only a matter of time.

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"You say what if I hurt you, what if I leave you

What if I find somebody else and I don't need you

What if this goes south, what if I mess you up

You say what if I break your heart in two then what"

Roman pouted in his room. Earlier, he had asked Virgil why they couldn't just date for the hell of it. The answer he received was ...not expected.

"I just-" Virgil paused, choosing his words carefully. "I don't want to be hurt, you know? And it could go bad. And then what? Would we stay friends? Would we not? I don't want to-" Virgil swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I don't want to lose you."

"Well I hear you girl, I feel you girl but not so fast

Before you make your mind up I gotta ask"

Roman understood, of course. He didn't want to lose Virgil either. But, he wanted more. And he wasn't sure if he could handle just being friends. When he loved someone, he really loved them. He poured his entire being into that feeling. But he also knew, he would break if Virgil wasn't a part of his life anymore.

"What if I was made for you and you were made for me

What if this is it, what if it's meant to be

What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game

What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in

And the stars line up and it's our last first kiss

What if one of these days baby I'd go and change your name

What if I loved all these what ifs away"

Roman was a romantic man. It's the way he was. And to not even have an opportunity to try and romance Virgil was too painful. So, he did what he did best, he prepared a dramatic proclamation of his love and made sure that everything was planned perfectly.

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It was a busy night for most of Roman and Virgil's friends. Patton and Logan had a date. Remy and Emile had work, then they would meet up with Dante and out on their date. It was basically date night for the group, besides Roman and Virgil. But if Roman succeeded, then it truly would be date night all around.

Virgil was in the living room watching Haunted Towns reruns while he waited for the new episode as Roman stood in his room, nervously clutched his acoustic guitar. He had practiced the song probably close to two hundred times by now. But, he couldn't help the nervous jitters that seeped into his being. "What it's" ran through his head rapidly and he knew he couldn't let in any of the negative ones. However, just before he could walk down the hall, one of the thoughts popped through and he froze. What if he says yes?!?!?! Fear rooted Roman to the spot. In the living room, he heard the commercials turn on and he forced himself forward and into the living room.

Virgil sat curled up on the couch and scrolling through his phone while he waited for the show to return. Roman took a deep breath, tightening his grip on the neck of his guitar, and cleared his throat. Virgil's gaze snapped up to meet Roman's. He raised a questioning eyebrow as he noticed the instrument in Roman's hands.

"You need something, Ro?"

Roman swallowed thickly and nodded. "I just wanted to ask again."

Virgil glance flickered down the Roman's instrument. "And you need your guitar for this?"

Roman nodded. "Yeah, just-" he closed his eyes painfully. "Just please hear me out. I want you to give us- to give Me a chance. And since you weren't persuaded by words, I'm trying to persuade you by music."

Virgil frowned and crossed his arms. Roman supposed it was as good an invitation as he'd get. He sat down beside Virgil on the edge of the couch and being strumming the notes to the song. Virgil listened. He listened to the lyrics and he listened to the soft voice of Roman as he sung.

"What if the sky falls (sky falls) or the sun stops burnin'

We could worry about them what ifs 'til the world stops turnin'

Or I could kiss you (you should kiss me), what if you liked it (bet I'd like it)

Well we ain't never gonna know unless we try it

What if I was made for you and you were made for me

What if this is it, what if it's meant to be

What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game

What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in

And the stars line up and it's our last first kiss

What if one of these days baby I'd go and change your name

What if I loved all these what ifs away

Awe yeah

C'mon

You say what if I hurt you, what if I leave you

What if I find somebody else and I don't need you

Damn

What if I was made for you and you were made for me

What if this is it, what if it's meant to be

What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game

What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in

And the stars line up and it's our last first kiss

What if one of these days baby I'd go and change your name

What if I loved all these what ifs away

Away (away)"

Roman finished. His eyes closed as he prepared himself for rejection. Meanwhile, Virgil was ...well, he didn't know. He was touched, he was shocked, he was happy. But mostly, he was in love. Roman loved him enough, or liked him enough to plan all this, to play him a song, to learn the song, and- Virgil couldn't grasp it. The idea that Roman liked him enough to do this was blinding.

"Virgil?" Roman called tentatively.

Virgil launched himself into Roman's arms and buried his face in the others chest. "We can give it a shot," he whispered carefully. Roman smiled.

"That's all I ask, Stormcloud."

Virgil smiled gently. Maybe it would actually work out.

"What if?"

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blindspot-repata · 4 years

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High School Blindspot

Chapter 6

Edgar walked through the police station door and saw her sitting in a chair in a corner, their eyes meeting. Her face was that of a tired, downcast girl. He wanted to run and hug her, but he didn't. The girl's grandfather was beside her and had a sad and tired countenance. Something was not right and he needed to understand. He just sat beside her.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“He did something to you? Hit you or hurt you.” Natasha just shook her head no.

Then she told him what had happened after Edgar had left her at home. Ricky waited for him to leave and called her. She refused to go, but the other boy insisted and said he would hurt Edgar and could also hurt her brothers. She had no choice. They got off the motorcycle and there was another motorcycle with two more friends from Ricky. The boys stopped their bikes at a gas station and stormed and robbed the convenience store. Natasha remained outside, not wanting to get dirty. When they left the store she asked Ricky to take her home because she was tired, but the boy started the bike and ran off. A police chase began, they were surrounded and caught by the policemen who searched them and found drugs with all the boys. Natasha came out clean and Ricky swore she had not participated in the robbery. And now she was there waiting to testify and be released.

After all the narrative the two remained silent, Edgar did not know how to react and preferred to be quiet, because he did not want to talk to her there. The truth was that he was feeling betrayed.

It must have been an hour before she testified and was released. Natasha asked her grandfather to let her go with Edgar. By the time he stopped the car at her front door, it was already dawn and she couldn't get out. She needed to talk to him, for the boy looked very upset.

“You are angry? I understand if you have ...”

“What the hell was that?” Edgar looked at her and Natasha wasn't sure where the question came from. "You danced with me, then gave me that kiss, and ... then Ricky calls you for a walk and you go?"

"That's not how it happened, Edgar, I told you. He threatened to hurt you, and my brothers.”

"Let him come, why didn't you? I would call the police for him, because I wouldn't stand still watching these things happen.”

“You need to understand me. Tonight was so perfect, and I didn't want him to hurt you… ” Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Do you want to be a cop? You almost ruined everything, Natasha!” Edgar took a deep breath and stopped talking for a moment.

“I know. I didn't think about it, I just thought about the evil things he could do to you or my brothers. I... I'm all wrong, I'm sorry.”

“Natasha, it's your life, you know what you do. It's no use me being here telling you all this. You better get away to rest that it's already dawn and you didn't even sleep.”

Edgar watched as she walked home with her head bowed. He was more concerned than upset, but at least Ricky was arrested and would pay for his wrong actions and Natasha could get on with her life more safely.

Natasha collapsed on her bed and let the tears wet her pillow. She had ruined everything. A nice guy like Edgar deserved better, he wasn't for her, her life was a mess and he didn't deserve to be part of it. She wished she had said no to Ricky, but the fear was greater.

In the midst of these thoughts she fell asleep and had several wild dreams, now embracing Edgar, but when she was going to kiss him, it was Ricky's face she saw. She woke up in the late afternoon and was still tired and in pain all over her body. She took a shower and found her grandparents in the living room waiting for her for a chat.

Natasha's grandparents were not scolding, but advice, so talked to her for long minutes always making it clear that everything that happens to us is the result of our choices, asked her to think well about everything that was happening in life if she wanted to continue like this or wanted to make better choices.

Natasha was very grateful to have people like her grandparents in her life. They were true angels at the times when she needed them most, she was feeling very bad for making them go through it and promised herself that she would think better before making her choices.

Monday dawned rainy and Kurt settled into his usual spot and didn't see Remi in class, thought she was late due to the rain, but she didn't show up until the end of class. He decided that once he got home he would call her. Last Saturday's party was perfect and he can get to know her better, they didn't waste a minute of their time together and Kurt felt a full surrender on her part. Just when he left her at dawn, he felt a shadow of fear pass over the girl's gaze, the boy kissed her deeply and promised that he would be there if she needed anything and would not hesitate to call if he had any. problem. "It's not that simple..." Remi had said. Kurt didn't quite understand her submission to her foster mother, but she felt that she was grateful for everything Hellen had done for her and her brother.

“Remi didn't come to class, right?” Edgar asked him as soon as class was over.

“Yes. Something must have happened. I'll call her later. And you and Natasha? I saw tou and her were very close at the party, but today I didn't see her.”

“It's more complicated than it sounds.” Edgar was discouraged. “Ricky was arrested, did you know?”

“ Yeah. I've never been much to this guy's face, but I didn't want anything like that to happen.”

"I never liked him much either, but I never told Natasha. She who has to know what she wants.”

Edgar still seemed to be upset about everything that had happened, had not talked to Natasha since leaving her home the day before and also did not intend to seek her. He wanted to make room for her to decide what to do. He saw her from afar when it was time to leave, the moment their eyes met he was sure he was in love, so she left with Patty.

"Don't you want to go talk to him?" Patty asked as they got into the car.

“No, not yet. He's upset and I don't think it's right to bring him to all this happening to me.”

"Maybe you better let him decide on that."

Natasha wanted to talk to Edgar more than anything, but she didn't think he deserved to spend it with her. He was a nice guy and she was a mess. Better to give time to time.

"And you and the blond guy?" Natasha smirked at her friend referring to Roman.

“Do not know. We are so different. I don't think it would work out anyway.”

“Ah! Stop it. Just enjoy the moment.”

“ I will do this.”

Patty didn't want to fall in love, because she had a lot of plans for her future and didn't want to include any boys in it, but the truth was that Roman messed with her too much. Just took a deep breath and headed home.

Remi didn't go to class that day. It was already night and she was upset with her foster mother. She had worked all day, and for Hellen it never seemed enough. She had actually arrived very late on Saturday, but hey, she could never do what she wanted. And, Kurt was a very nice guy and she was enjoying him so much. The way he had been kind and caring to her when they were together was awesome. The sermon Hellen read to her when she arrived humiliated her, the woman said things about getting involved with a poor guy who couldn't afford to give her a decent future. That stupid thought would never do Remi's style. The older woman was determined what to do with their future, and Remi didn't like their conversation the day before. The phone was ringing nonstop, but Hellen didn't answer and didn't let either of them answer.

Remi locked herself in her room and did something she'd done before, jumped out the window. The night was cold and dark, but nothing scared Remi. She had already faced worse situations for worse reasons. By the time she was done walking down the side of the house toward the street, in her mind only the route that would follow to Kurt's house. She needed to find him again.

She left her house behind aware of how much it would cost her in the near future. Hellen wouldn't make her daring adventure cheap. But that didn't matter to her now.

She was grateful to her mother for getting them out of that damn orphanage. More than that, she loved Hellen despite her austerity demanding loyalty rather than other forms of feelings. However, even though she and Roman could never be normal people after all they had lived, there was something inside her that refused to accept it. Remi had never before admitted it, but she still dreamed of being happy, and Kurt rekindled it within her with a strength she had never experienced before.

Kurt was in his room when he heard a knock on his window. What was the scare when it opened and saw Remi. He helped her up and warmed her with his blanket because the girl was cold.

“I missed you.” Remi said feeling warm.

“You didn't go to class. I missed you, too.”

“I had some problems.”

He would not ask for details, because he knew it was the foster mother. He pulled her to him and she indulged in the passionate kiss he gave her.

Both wished they were closer and did not know how much they would resist. Between kisses and caresses Kurt asked if she was sure what she was doing.

"I've done it before if that's what you want to know." Remi had a very intense relationship with Oscar, but in the end he did not reveal what she expected and she turned away from him.

“All well. No problem. Better that way.” The boy smiled and kissed her fervently.

Between touches and kisses the two surrendered to the love and desire that plagued them.

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