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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years

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The Shark Stuffie

Anonymous Said: my life’s been pretty shit recently and I’m so stressed rn and my anxiety is through the roof meaning I can’t sleep either..could you maybe write something small about harry comforting you and coaxing you to sleep with sweet coos💕

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A/N: I feel like I haven't written some fluff in a LONG ass time...like the last pure fluff piece I wrote was all the way back in the beginning of January. That’s lowkey due to my vibes being off, my lack of motivation to do just about anything, and the fact that my writing schedule has been rearranged too many times. Either way tho...I hope y'all like this fic, it’s rlly cute and softtt and it’s definitely relatable for many of us. Enjoyy🙃

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You had a bit of an obsession with animal documentaries. There was just something about them that just drew you in and captivated you. Whenever you watched the films or shows, you were always glued to the screen and utterly fascinated with the creatures being displayed before your eyes. Whenever you watched them with Harry, he’d always tease you about your obsession and being completely glued to the screen, jokingly saying that you were more in love with the animals than you were with him. Which couldn’t have been the farthest thing from the truth of course. But in true Y/n fashion, instead of just shooting his far fetched claims down, you would always tease him back; saying that you were in fact madly in love with whatever animal was on the screen at that moment, and that if he wanted to reclaim his number one spot on your list of loves, he’d have to put in some serious work. And then over the following couple of minutes, the two of you would go on to further the banter, trying to land the snarkiest little remark and “win”...even though it wasn’t even a competition to begin with. Sometimes you two were able to go a good while going back and forth on who you loved the most, Harry or the animals and their documentaries. Other times, and most times for that matter, you two would just burst into a fit of laughs before snuggling up together for the rest of the documentary. You of course rewinding it to play back anything you missed when your attention was on Harry.

Which speaking of Harry, he thought your obsession with animals and the documentaries was the most precious and adorable thing thing in the entire world. He couldn’t (and never wanted to for that matter) get the image of your face lighting up when you watched the documentaries or discovered that a new one had come out for you to watch. He loved how happy and at ease you were when you watched the animal documentaries. On top of the fact that Harry loved how happy you got when watching the documentaries, Harry was slowly growing a little bit of an obsession with the documentaries too. And because of that, not only did he suggest making you guys’ date nights animal documentaries nights, but he also began to feed your obsession by means of plushies. If you two watched a documentary on giraffes, he’d be on the hunt for the cutest little giraffe plushie the entire week after and leading up to you guys’ next date night. And if you were going on and on about a particular animal he’d try to find the cutest plushy to get for you to add to your collection. Most times Harry was able to get lucky and find the cutest plushy for the animal you were obsessed with at the moment. But there were also times where he wasn’t so lucky. Either the animal was too exotic to be in stuffed animal form, or it wasn’t cute enough for Harry’s liking. He took his job of feeding your animal obsession very seriously.

But either way, plushy or no plushy, you were just happy to enjoy and share your love of animal documentaries with your boyfriend who you loved even more. And Harry, whether or not he’d be able find the perfect plushy, was always going to do his very best to put an even bigger smile on your face. Even if it meant having to get a little creative at times.

Now for the first time in the five or so months you’ve been obsessed with animals and watching the documentaries, you were stuck on one animal; Sharks. You weren’t quite sure as to what was so fascinating about the incredibly deadly creature but you couldn’t get enough of them. You were watching documentary after documentary on them and you even went as far as to find and watch old shark week episodes. You were quite obsessed to say the least. For the past, just about two weeks when you and Harry had your weekly animal documentary night/date night, you’d turn on something about sharks. Which prompted Harry to go out and find the perfect plushies to add to your collection. He managed to find the cutest one online the thought you’d love and he immediately placed his order so that it would arrive as soon as possible. While he waited for that stuffed animal to arrive, Harry figured you’d be onto the next animal. But no, the following week you were still obsessed with sharks. Which meant that a knot her shark plushy would be coming your way in no time. So once again, Harry went back on the “prowl” for the best shark plushies out there, spending the better part of his Wednesday evening looking for the perfect one.

After looking through the pages of plushies, hoping to find one that he could buy in-store, Harry finally found the one. It was a fairly big shark plushy, and from the photos it looked to be pretty cute, and it seemed to be very soft. All of Harry’s boxes were checked off. But the ultimate selling point for it though, was the fact that it was weighted. See, you had really bad anxiety. Your mind was constantly racing, you were constantly worrying about things and what could go wrong, and you couldn’t stop overanalyzing everything and the decision you made. It was hard for you to get rest, even when you were exhausted and in dire need of a good nights sleep. And your preexisting anxiety was only exacerbated by school. One of the things that made your mind and body all calm down in those moments where you were completely overloaded and inundated with anxiety and stress was your weighted blanket. It kind of forced you to take time out for yourself and relax, and feel comfortable, taking your mind off of the stresses that were fueling the fire of your anxiety. It was honestly like a much needed big hug and was absolutely perfect when you couldn’t exactly have Harry, your ultimate anxiety and stress reliever.

And on the topic of school, you were drowning. You were having a very rough week to say the least. Your to do list grew longer and longer as the days passed, and you were pretty sure your anxiety had reached an all time high and was on the path to reaching another record high. This week you had so many academic responsibilities you had to take care of, on top of all the things you had to do and wanted to do when it came to your personal life. You felt like every time you got one thing accomplished, two or three more things were thrown at you and demanded your attention. No matter how hard you tried to put things on a schedule and properly manage your time, a sudden wrench would be thrown into your plans and screw everything up; making your life increasingly difficult to navigate. Just the idea of school caused your anxiety to flare up. So to add everything you had to do for school this week along with your other responsibilities on top of that was quite much for you to handle. You didn’t even have the time, let alone the energy, to even have a proper breakdown and let it all out. You’d simply shed a few tears, take a deep breath, take a sip of your water, and push your feelings of being overwhelmed and tired to the side so that you could get shit done. The only things that brought you some type of relief this week were your weighted blanket, Harry’s comforting words, and you guys’ Friday night date night. And the plushies Harry told you he had for you.

When Harry spoke to you throughout the week and listened to how your week was going and how horrible it was going for you, he made it his mission to give you everything you needed when you came over on Friday night so that you can throw the terrible week you had away and have a relaxing and stress-free weekend. Once Friday finally arrived for you two, Harry spent most of the day just getting everything ready for when you came over. He went out and picked up all your favorite snacks, food, and anything else you liked, along with the weighted shark plushy and a new weighted blanket for you. You on the other hand were laser-focused on your school work and anything else that needed to be taken care of. You wanted to get everything done so that you’d have to spend no time whatsoever over the weekend doing anything besides being with Harry and relaxing your entire being. The only thing keeping you going today was the weekend Harry had planned for you. That’s it. And once you finally cleared your plate later on in the day, you dashed right over to Harry. You couldn’t wait any longer to watch your shark documentary with Harry and your new, no doubt, shark plushies.

When you get to Harry’s place, you practically break the door down and you nearly knocked Harry off his feet from how you ran in and immediately nestled yourself into him. It was nearly five minutes before the two of you even verbally greeted each other. At that moment, you just wanted to be held. Harry was the sure-fire way to calm you down when you were going through a major bout of anxiety. His presence alone made you feel safe and okay. You had your arms locked around his midsection, keeping your grasp on him as tight as possible. Almost as if you were afraid that he was going to float away from you. And Harry didn’t mind this one bit, nor did he hesitate to wrap you up in his arms and just hold you just as tight and close to him.

“Hi” You mumble into the soft fabric of Harry’s hoodie, breaking the silence between you two.

“Hi baby” He softly replies to you, squeezing you a little bit.

“Missed you this week.” You continue on, relaxing a bit more into Harry.

“I missed you too sweets. You had a pretty rough week huh?” Harry coos, continuing to hold you and stroke your back.

“Mhm…m’so tired.” You sigh.

“Well how about we get you upstairs and in a nice warm shower to get you relaxed a bit while I bring everything up. And then we can watch one of your documentaries. How does that sound sweets?” Harry proposes.

“Sounds amazing.” You agree, loosening your grip on Harry in the process.

“Then let’s get you upstairs” He then proceeds to loosen his grip around you as well before guiding you from the front door and up the stairs. Once you’re all squared away and in the shower, Harry moves his setup in the living room upstairs in the bedroom, hiding the little gifts he got for you on the floor on his side of the bed. Harry also lays out some clothes for you to throw on. You had your own drawer and everything, but even though that was the case, you still went right to his clothes. So Harry didn’t even bother going through your drawer for anything. After laying out your clothes and everything you needed for when you’re all done with your shower, Harry orders what you told him you wanted for dinner before you got in the shower. Which ends up being a good thirty minutes. It was just so nice to have some time to yourself and not have to stress or worry about something you had to get done. It was such a relief to be able to just stand under the running hot water and just not have to think. The steaming hot water melted the caked-on stress from the week and just rinsed it away, making you feel so much better than you did when you first walked through the door.

It was also a relief to walk out of the bathroom and into your boyfriend's bedroom with everything waiting for you. When you stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, you stepped into this warm and cozy atmosphere Harry created for you. The bed is all warm and comfy, and extremely inviting. He had your clothes and all your post-shower stuff laid out for you on the bed. Harry even had one of your favorite candles lit on the bedside table. The tv was even on with an array of animal documentaries for you to pick from. Up until he had to rush downstairs to get the takeout he ordered for you two, Harry helped you get all settled in bed. And when he comes back upstairs, this time with the food you (and your stomach) were beyond excited for, you were all done getting ready and tucked right under the covers waiting for him to come back.

Harry quickly shuffles across the room to sit the food down onto the bed before lifting the little basket he filled to the brim with your favorite little snacks up onto the bed, making you even happier than you were already, and hopping into bed with you. He then hands you the remote, giving you the power to choose whichever documentary you wanted to watch, along with a small peck to your cheek, marking the official start to you guys’ date night/relaxing weekend. While you and Harry watch the first documentary of the night together, you’re intently watching the screen just like always as you happily stuff your mouth with the delicious food in front of you. As you watched the documentary, Harry on the other hand couldn’t help but sit back and just watch you. He was so happy to see you all relaxed and peaceful, opposed to being all stressed out and anxiety-ridden like you were when you first came over.

By the end of the first film, you and Harry are completely done with your food and have moved on to clearing off the bed so that you two can cuddle and possibly fall asleep during the next one. Once the bed is all clear and free for you and Harry to move around, you two immediately move in closer and get nice and comfortable in each other before starting the next shark-related documentary.

“Thank you so much for all of this Harry.” You thank him, breaking your focus on the tv and shifting it to Harry.

“Anything for you sweets” Harry coos, turning his attention away from the tv as well. “I hate it when you’re going through it, especially when I cant be there to help you get through. So I just wanted to give you a nice relaxing and calm weekend for you to just feel better.” He explains.

“I love you Harry.” You hum, lifting your head up from his chest to peer up at him. You weren’t able to fully comprehend why and how you even deserved such an amazing boyfriend who always wanted to make you happy when you were sad and not doing okay, and even happier when you were already beaming. He was one of the best things in your life, and one of the few that didn’t stress you out.

“I love you too baby.” Harry whispers, looking down at you and locking eyes with yours. The same way you felt like Harry’s mere existence made everything at least feel better, Harry felt the exact same way. So whenever you were going through it and not doing okay, Harry didn’t take that lightly. He always made sure to do everything in his power to get you to a better place.

When Harry puckers his lips in your direction, you immediately lock yours with them, sucking you both into a love-filled little kiss. It was nice and soft for the atmosphere you and Harry were in, but it wasn’t incredibly slow, nor it did it feel rushed or like it was lasting forever. It was perfect.

“I got you something baby!” Harry whispers excitedly upon pulling away from your lips, tapping at your sides for you to sit up.

“You told me they were plushies.” You reply, excited to see what he picked for you this time. Harry always managed to get you the cutest little stuffed animals so you were really excited to see what he got you this time.

“Yup! And here’s the first one.” Harry says, leaning down to pick up and reveal to you the regular plushy he found for you the first time.

“Oh my goodness! That’s too adorable!” You coo, holding up and looking at the adorable little shark Harry got for you. It was absolutely amazing and you were so so so excited to see the next one.

“Ready for the next one? I think you’re gonna like this one the most.” Harry says, causing you to immediately nod your head in response. “M’gonna need you to close your eyes too.” He instructs.

Once your eyes are closed, Harry leans down and picks up the weighted and fairly big shark plushy before sitting it in your lap. He then grabs the new weighted blanket he got for you and sits it between you both before instructing you to open your eyes.

When you see what Harry placed into your lap, you could instantly feel the tears welling up in your eyes. It was like Harry knew exactly what you wanted and needed. You absolutely loved your weighted blanket and you always used it, even when you weren’t in need of something to calm your anxiety. You also loved plushies, even before you were heavily into animals and Harry was finding you all sorts of plushies. They brought you some much-needed serotonin whenever you were feeling down and they were your little cuddle buddies. So to have a weighted one, a combination of everything that never failed to calm your anxiety down was absolutely amazing and you couldn’t have been more happy and appreciative. That’s why you just couldn’t help it when you started crying. You wasted absolutely no time wrapping Harry in the biggest hug, thanking him over and over for the plushy. But it wasn’t long until you just broke down.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, I had such a horrible week.” You sob into him.

“I know baby.” He coos, stroking your back as you cried. Even though he hated it when you cried, he knew that you always felt lighter whenever you just let it all out.

“I had panic attacks every day and I didn’t get enough sleep and I didn’t eat much either and I didn’t have you there for cuddles. It was so bad.” You cry, your voice cracking at the end, making Harry only tighten his arms around you. He knew it was a bad week for you, but he didn’t know it was this bad. You only told him but so much over the phone.

“Well I’m here now baby and I’m gonna take good care of you and get you back and feeling better.” Harry promises, continuing to hold you as you cry into him. You were so vulnerable right now and he just wanted you, his baby, to feel better.

As you continued to cry, you continued to mumble and talk about just how bad your week was and how much he was doing for you helped you feel better. Eventually, you ran out of words and the energy to speak or even cry. So Harry began to whisper sweet little nothings and reassurance that you’re going to be okay and that he’s going to take care of you. And as he did this, Harry could feel your body heave less and less from the crying and the little hiccups that came along with it. Once you’ve calmed down a little and as the sleep begins to overtake you, Harry then unwraps an arm from around you and reaches over to turn out the light and blow out the candle before pulling the covers higher up over you two. He also pulled the plushy and still folded blanket up as well, just in case you wanted either of them.

“Please don’t watch without me.” You mumble, your voice all nasally and filled with sleep. You were no longer tightly wrapped around Harry, but instead resting on his chest.

“I won’t darling. I just paused it so that we can go back and watch it later on when you’re nice and rested.” Harry replies through a soft chuckle continuing to stroke your back.

“Pinky promise.” You mumble back, lazily lifting your pinky up from under the covers for Harry to hook his around.

“Pinky promise.” He replies softly, bringing his pinky in to hook it around yours, sealing his promise. “Now get some rest baby.” He whispers, pulling your still intertwined hands down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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Everything Undesired Epilogue

chapter 12

It’s been fifteen years to the day since Cyrus disappeared without a trace. He and Arella had long since graduated from RAD alongside his brothers. They had gotten married and have three children together now. Mammon remembers back to when they told Cyrus he would be a big brother- how excited he had been to not be the only child in a house full of adults. Now his son would never have that experience and it was all Mammon’s fault so it’s here in the room he and Arella had saved for Cyrus that he sits.

Surrounded by everything that reminds him of the child he’d lost, the Avatar of Greed flips through a photo album that Levi had made in honor of the little one, eyes wet with fresh tears. This room stays locked for the entire year except for today. The twins know they’re not allowed in here, even if they don’t exactly know why and his youngest is too young to even care about the door that’s always locked. They never told their children about their older brother- it was far too painful for both him and Arella, neither of them having accepted that their son was really gone forever.

In the aftermath of losing his heir, Mammon had become extremely over-protective of the twins and Mahlon. He would never allow this to happen again- he might actually die from a broken heart if he were to lose another child due to his carelessness.

“I wish I knew where ya were...” his voice catches in his throat. “I know you’re alive- that you’re out there... somewhere... I can feel it.”

And that was the sad truth of it all. As the years went on, he’d watched carefully over his only daughter, Azalea. If Cyrus was truly gone, it would be her that would inherit his title and throne. But she never developed all the abilities necessary to be Mammon’s successor. With every year that passed without the development of those powers, the demon only became more certain that his oldest was still alive.

For as overjoyed as he would be for Cyrus to return, he knew it would only cause friction in their little family. Azalea had gone her entire life thinking she was meant to be her father’s successor. She always took pride in it and Mammon now feared that the revelation that she was never meant to be would destroy his daughter’s world. Another thing that was his fault. She had assumed all this because he and Arella couldn’t find a way to break it to her.

Things were already tense between them after the birth of her youngest brother. She had pulled away from them in fear that she was being replaced and they didn’t want to lose her completely now. Azalea was considered a trouble maker to anyone who didn’t know the real her, often getting herself into more fights than anyone could count. If they told their daughter the truth now, she would think they were taking the position away from her and giving it to one of her brothers as punishment. Mammon and Arella were still trying to convince her that she wasn’t being replaced- that they still loved her regardless of all the trouble she gets into on a regular basis but it hadn’t been working.

And it was now, Mammon realized all the mistakes he’d made in not biting the bullet in talking about Cyrus. The white-haired demon resolves to tell them today when they come home for dinner as they did every Friday night since they’d moved into the House of Lamentation after they had gone off to RAD. He wondered how they would take the news. Would it be shock? Anger? It had to be now or never.

As the front door opened, Mammon perked up. He could hear the twins whispering amongst themselves, neither wanting to risk waking their little brother and then there was a soft gasp from the both of them.

“Zay, the door to that room’s open,” it’s Aurelius’ voice that sounds first.

“Mum and Dad don’t want us seein’ what’s in there so we should prolly jus’ avoid it. There’s a reason it’s always locked...”

He was about to call them into the room when his D.D.D. rang. It was a call from Lucifer so he answered.

“You need to come to the House of Lamentation as soon as you can.” and then the call cut off- not even a good bye which only served to worry the Avatar of Greed.

Mammon’s first fear was that something had happened to his wife on her return trip from the mortal world. He hoped it wasn’t that. As he got up, he left the door to Cyrus’ room open.

“Hey, I have to go to the House of Lamentation really quick, can ya stay with your brother, please?” The demon knows he should have waited for a response from the teenagers but this was an emergency in his mind. He needed to be quick.

Azalea and Aurelius only exchanged a confused look before Azalea called after their father. “Wait, I wanna go too!” And off she ran after him.

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“Damn, at least slow down, Old Man!” She shouts although she doubted he could actually hear her with the wind in his ears. Azalea was having a hell of a time keeping up with Mammon as she hopped from roof top to roof top, having to transform into her demon form to even have a chance at keeping up with her father. She really wishes she was born with wings as like her twin.

As the pair reached the doors of the House of Lamentation, Azalea tries to catch her breath and as Mammon pushes open the doors open, their breaths catch in the throats at the sight before them. There, sitting on the floor having Arella using healing magic to tend to the nasty cut on his cheek, was Cyrus.

The Avatar of Greed rushes forward quickly, a million thoughts racing through his mind as he embraced his son in a tight hug. He doesn’t even know where to start with his words, he was so relieved to see Cyrus safe and mostly unharmed as he pulled back to inspect him.

He’s mostly unchanged but his white hair had grown out a considerable length, tipped with black indicating that it had been dyed at some point and as expected he had grown- nearly as tall as his father now.

“What happened to you?” Mammon’s voice is soft, “Do ya know how worried we were? Where did you go?”

Cyrus couldn’t answer. Instead, he just wrapped his parents in a tight hug as he cried and cried. He just buried his face in their shoulders as they rubbed his back.

“Shhhh, it’s okay, Baby.” Arella said as she held back tears. “It’s okay. You’re home now. You’re safe now.”

Azalea just stood in the doorway as she watched her parents. She didn’t know what to think. It felt like her whole world was crashing down around her. Who was this person her parents were fussing over? When it finally clicked in her mind that she had an older brother- that she wasn’t her father’s heir- she sank to her knees. Great, she thought, yet another person to compete against for Mum and Dad’s love.

“Azalea?” Lucifer's voice called as he knelt next to her. “Are you alright?” He can tell something’s not right with the girl.

“I....” she turns her head, “I.... I don’t know. I... Why didn’t they tell us about him?”

“When you lose someone you love, sometimes it can be very hard to talk about them. Especially when you can’t accept that they were lost.” The Avatar of Pride stands his niece up, letting her hold onto him for support- for grounding. “Your parents have wanted to tell you for some time, but they just couldn’t bring themselves to. They didn’t mean to deceive you.”

Even with her uncle’s words, Azalea was still unsure. She just wants to escape right now, feeling like she was suffocating. “I... I think I’m gonna hang out in my room right now. I need some space.” With that she dashes up the stairs, an action not unnoticed by her parents.

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“Azalea, can we talk?” Arella opens the door to her daughter’s room- the one that had once been her husband’s.

“Yeah,” The girl says softly as she thumbs through a book absentmindedly.

Arella takes a seat next to her daughter as she opens her arms for her, a little relieved when the half-demon takes the invitation, the book discarded to the side as she buried her face in her mother’s chest.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me that I wasn’t....”

“We weren’t sure how- at least with you, my little flower.” She runs her hands through her daughter’s hair. “We didn’t want you to think we were punishing you in the worst way possible...”

“So what happens next for me? What’s my purpose now?”

“I’m afraid that’s something you have to discover on your own. You’ll find it one day, but you’re free now from the weight that your father’s title brings. You can be whatever you want.”

“Do you and Dad still love me? Am I good enough...?”

“Of course we do. We will always love you, princess. You are enough for us so don’t worry, okay?” She presses a kiss to the top of Azalea’s head. “We’re heading home now, okay? It's time for dinner and we can’t leave your brothers waiting.”

Azalea nods as she rises from the couch and they head out to meet Mammon and Cyrus. As the four of them walk home, everything feels right once more. With Cyrus back, their family finally feels complete.

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And so the story has a happy ending. I could possibly do another fic all bout how Azalea copes with not being Mammon’s successor anymore but I haven’t decided yet. I’m going to write a tumblr exclusive fic for Aurelius first instead of a comic before I do any of that though.

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potrix-the-queerschlaeger · 3 years

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boys boys boys

Inspired by this awesome post. I couldn’t resist. Also, I recommend listening to Mötley Crüe’s “Girls Girls Girls” while reading the story. Also available over on AO3.

[Now with a Sam/Bucky sequel!]

Sam wakes to a loud crash, followed by a string of breathlessly hissed curses. It takes him a moment to remember where he is, and why—on mission, somewhere in the alps, near the border between Switzerland and Italy—but once he does, he rolls over with a tired groan, blindly fumbling for the bedside lamp.

In the dim light it casts, he can make out Bucky crouched by the other bed across the room, picking shards of glass out of a damp spot on the carpet. His shoulders are tense, and he’s carefully avoiding Sam’s gaze, his mouth a thin, unhappy line. It’s too dark for Sam to see, right now, but he’d bet a hefty sum of money on the bags under Bucky’s eyes to be even more pronounced than yesterday.

A quick glance at his phone tells him it’s shortly after four in the morning, meaning they’ll have to be up and ready in less than two hours. Also meaning there’s no point in going back to sleep again.

Yawning, Sam throws back the covers, and slides out of bed. Bucky’s still not looking at him as he heads for the tiny kitchenette in the corner to flick on the kettle. He keeps his back to Bucky while he grabs mugs and tea bags, busying himself with preparing their tea in order to give Bucky at least a semblance of privacy.

(Watch out for the break!)

Sam’s no stranger to night terrors himself, although it’s hard to imagine what kind of horrors plague Bucky’s dreams, on top of the ones everyone in their line of work is unfortunately, intimately familiar with. And Bucky would almost definitely rather bite off and swallow his own tongue than admit it, but Sam’s fairly sure their current location isn’t exactly helping Bucky’s general state of mind, either.

It doesn’t take long for the water to start boiling, but once Sam turns back around, two steaming mugs in hand, the only evidence of what happened are the pieces of the broken water glass in the trash can by the desk. Bucky’s sitting on the bed, back leaned against the wall, knees pulled up, and face buried in his hands.

He lifts his head when Sam plops down next to him, though, taking the proffered mug with a raspy, “Thanks.”

They don’t talk, but after a couple of minutes, once Bucky’s looking a little less wild around the eyes, Sam bumps their shoulders together. Bucky leans into the contact, and they continue to drink their tea in silence.

By the time Sam catches up with him, Bucky’s got the last remaining HYDRA agent pinned against the wall by his throat, frantically scrabbling at Bucky’s metal arm as his face turns redder and redder. Sam lands a few feet away, and approaches the remaining distance on foot, hands held up placatingly.

Their objective is to bring this particular guy in alive for questioning. Sam knows this. Bucky knows this. Sam knows that Bucky knows this.

What Sam doesn’t know is if Bucky cares.

The instant they’d stepped foot in this particular base, Bucky’s whole demeanour had changed. He’d blinked at the lab equipment, first in confusion, then in recognition, and Sam had realised they were in for one hell of a bumpy ride.

“Bucky,” he says, quiet, when he comes to a stop at Bucky’s side.

Bucky’s breathing hard, chest heaving, and he bares his teeth in a silent growl before dropping the guy to the floor. “I know.”

Whoever this guy is, he definitely does not know when to quit. He coughs violently, but even though he can barely catch his breath, he spits out, “Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать—”

Sam winces, but Bucky only rolls his eyes, grunts out, “Will you shut up?” and smashes the guy’s head into the wall, knocking him out cold.

Then he turns to Sam, grins, and announces, “You carry 'im upstairs,” before walking away.

Sam glares at his retreating back. “Man, you've got super strength!”

“You got wings, flyboy!”

“We’re in a bunker!”

“Can’t hear you, gotta speak up!”

“Oh, fu—”

Bucky’s sitting at the end of the dock, legs dangling over the edge, bare feet dipped into the water.

Sam loosens his tie as he walks over to him, the bottles of beer Pepper had handed him upon arrival hanging between the fingers of his free hand, clinking together softly. He kicks off his dress shoes once he reaches Bucky, and nudges him with the bottles until he takes them so Sam can pull off his socks.

The water of the lake is pleasantly cool, even in the otherwise sweltering summer heat, making Sam groan out loud when he pushes his feet in. Bucky chuckles quietly as he hands one of the beers back over.

“How bad was it?” Bucky asks, after a couple of minutes. He’s worrying his bottom lip, absently peeling the edge of the label on his bottle.

“A lot of speeches from a lot of people thinking themselves incredibly important.”

That makes Bucky snort out a laugh. “So, Steve woulda hated it, is what you’re sayin'?”

“Oh,” Sam says, equally amused, “definitely, yeah.”

He takes a pull of his beer, eyes wandering over to the willow tree on the shore, and the stone bench sitting in its shadow. They’re too far away for Sam to be able to read the memorial plaques, though if he squints, he can just about see them between the gently swaying branches.

Stark.

Tasha.

Steve.

Bucky comes readily when Sam slings an arm around his shoulders, smiling sadly at Sam’s, “Happy birthday, old man.”

“Happy birthday, Stevie.”

Stakeouts are boring.

And this one especially, since absolutely nothing has happened on any of the three days they’ve been watching the place. Their intel had been frustratingly vague, only alluding to someone with certain information maybe coming to stay at this particular Airbnb sometime this week.

With nothing else to do, Sam checks their perfectly working surveillance devices again, and scowls at the side of Bucky’s head.

Bucky never looks up from his rifle, but mutters an annoyed, “Cut it out,” in Sam’s general direction.

Sam pulls a face at him, but before he can snark something back, Bucky’s phone chimes from his pocket. Bucky startles, and fumbles it out with a clearly embarrassed, “Shit, sorry 'bout that.”

“Look at the professional,” Sam teases, and has to bite back a laugh when Bucky flicks a pebble at him. “Overwhelmed by modern technology, grandpa?”

“Funny,” Bucky says, deadpan, with a roll of his eyes. “Remind me, who was it who forgot to—”

“One time!” Sam cuts in, and throws a pebble back, nailing Bucky in the chest. “And I wasn’t the one who—”

Bucky glowers at him. “That doesn't count!”

“Yes, it most certainly does count,” Sam counters, ready to argue his point, when suddenly— “Wait, wait, hold on!”

“What?” Bucky is frowning, looking from Sam to their target house, then back again. “Somethin’ happening?”

Sam shakes his head, and tries to think of a delicate way to ask the question burning on the tip of his tongue, only to blurt out, “Are you on Grindr right now, man?”

The way Bucky’s entire face goes hot is very telling.

“Look, I was gonna tell ya—”

“No, hey,” Sam is quick to interrupt, reaching over to give Bucky’s arm a reassuring squeeze, “you don’t owe me an explanation, okay? I was just, uh. Let’s go with surprised.”

Bucky ducks his head, but he’s smiling faintly. “‘S not somethin’ I’m used to talkin’ about, is all.”

“Well, if you ever need to talk about it,” Sam spreads his arms in invitation, grinning when Bucky rolls his eyes again, “I’m right here.”

It’s enough to dispel the last of the awkwardness between them. Bucky quirks a brow at Sam, chin propped up on one hand, and flutters his lashes as he asks, “Wanna talk about boys, Wilson?”

“We’ve got the time,” Sam points out, then holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

The look that earns him is extremely dubious. “Why?”

“Look,” Sam wiggles his fingers impatiently, “do you want my help, or not?”

“Never asked for it,” Bucky grumbles, but does unlock and hand over his phone. “Just don’t—”

“Open the DMs, yes, got it,” Sam says, grimacing, and frantically presses the back button while Bucky cackles next to him, eyes shining with mirth. “That’s very forward.”

“Oh, he ain’t even the worst one,” Bucky says, looking at the screen over Sam’s shoulder. “What’re you doin’, anyway?”

Scrolling down the list of recent conversations, Sam clicks on the picture of a guy who’s actually showing his face, instead of his thighs or abs. “Figuring out your type.”

He stops swiping when he gets to a picture of the guy in a suit, and tilts the phone so Bucky can see better. “You know, he reminds me of—”

“Nope,” Bucky snatches the phone back, slapping at Sam’s hands when he tries to steal it again, “don’t ruin ‘im for me—”

“You don’t know who—”

“I don’t wanna know!”

“I think you already know he looks like—”

“I will throw you off this roof, Wilson!”

“Bring it on, Barnes!”

#the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #friendship #coming out #short and funny #no tfatws spoilers #myfics

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Till Death Do us Apart

Author: @warrior-angel

Word Count: 6155

Summary: when you and your brother both get infected by the flare you go down an emotional rollercoaster only for it to end totally diffrent than you had originaly planned it al to go.

Warnings: major character death, blood, angst,

Note: this was realy hard to write for me but i'm very proud of it so i hope you guys like it

This is a one shot writen for Tomuary by @writingsbychlo

you knew you were a walking time bomb and that you probably didn't have long anymore every day could be your last you just hoped you would make it long enough to see your friend being saved.

The flare, a stuppid virus that made you go completely insane, you've kept your sanity in all those years in the Maze and now that you were finally free you wouldn't live to see the beauty of it. Here you were leaning on the table listing to Thomas and Gally picking a fight over what to do next you had to save Minho from WICKED but every idea was turned down it being to risky and now that there was a real option to extualy get the job done Thomas was refusing to do it and you were just trying to keep your mind from not completely losing it over this endless ‘i don't trust you even though it could save our lives thing’ you loved Thomas that's the hole reason you were together but sometimes he could be so stubborn and right now, right now he was being a pain in the ass because the plan Gally had to save Minho included Teresa “No there's gotta be another way” Thomas kept saying while everybody disagreed knowing we didn't have much choice or resources to do anything else “like what? you’ve seen the building she’s our only way in'' Gally tells him again but he still doesn't listen. “If we do get in you think she’s going to help us?” Thomas ask him and Gally shakes his head “I don't Plan on asking for her permission” i crack a little smile knowing nobody at the table really liked teresa in the first place and Brenda only conformers that when she's speaking up “Am i missing something here this is the same girl that betrayed us correct? same Dick”

Thomas starts to nervously pace around and nobody understands his problem. You loved Teresa like a sister but after her betrayal a lot changed even for you “what's going on?” Brenda asks him and you look over at Newt you knew your brother and you knew that look on his face because you've had it yourself and you've seen it on him before he was angry and he was going to lose it any second now “your afraid your little girlfriend is going to get hurt?” Newt snaps and all eyes go to him “this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho is it''

Thomas looks taking back by his sudden outburst and so does everybody else but i couldn't disagree “he’s got a point Tommy” you tell him and the brown haired boy looks up at you even more shocked that your agreeing with Newt “what are you talking about” but before you can do or say anything Newt stands up straight in front of him “Teresa, she's the only reason Minho is even missing in the first place and now we finally have an opportunity to get him back and what you don’t want to because of her? because deep down inside you care more about her than for y/n don't you, just admit it”

Thomas turns his gaze over to you over Newt his shoulder and you know Your brother hit an emotional string there. from day one you were Teresa her competition and you knew how thomas felt about her but he chose you over her and that meant the world to you but this part of you that was Sick and infected was telling you that the minute you would be gone he would run to Teresa “Newt i” Thomas starts but All Newt does is move closer pushing Thomas against the wall “Don’t lie to me!”

“Newt calm down!” You yell getting closer but your brother doesn't move “Don’t lie to me” he tells Thomas again “Newt Get the off of him!” You say using every ounce of strength to pull him away from Thomas. As soon as he backs away he looks a bit shocked at his own actions looking between you and your friends mumbling a quick apology before turning towards Thomas and apologizing again. the minute he steps to the side wanting to walk away, wanting to leave the room you notice him grabbing onto his arm and you immediately fear the worst cause you've had the same outbursts and the same burning sensation in your arm right after you had an outburst like that. “y/n, i'' Thomas says towards you and you shake your head not wanting to talk about it “it’s fine, he just need to cool down”

“That's not what i mean” and you nod “i know”

you stand on your toe’s giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and giving him a reassuring smile “i’ll go check on Newt i’m probably the only one he’ll talk to you guys find a way to get Minho back”

Opening the door to the roof you can see Newt sitting on the edge of the building and you take a few steps closer trying to calm yourself down already knowing the truth about what just happened what had caused his outburst but still a part of you hoped it was just the tension and the time spend so close togheter that caused it instead of a stupid virus. Looking over his shoulder newt spots you standing behind him and you take a few steps closer “sorry bout that back there” he tells you but you don't say anything you just sit down beside him and look at his arm and seeing the twitching in his fingers and it looks all too familiar to you “Why didn't you tell me?” you ask him and he looks over at you but you just look at his arm and he Rolls up his sleeve Revealing multiple black and purple veins on his lower arm “you could’ve told me” you tell him but you knew your brother, you were the same you didnt wanna spend your last few weeks or even days saying goodbye to the people you loved

“I didn't think it would make any difference” he was right knowing it didn't change a thing it only made saying goodbye so much harder because you didn't know when you had to do it “All i know is that WICKED must off put us in that Maze for a reason, maybe it was literally just so they could tell the difference between the immunes like you and people like me” that only made it hurt more because he didn't know, he didn't know you were not Immune “people like us” you tell him and he looks confused. taking a deep breath you lift your leg up a little and move away to Fabric covering your ankle to show Newt the bite mark and torn skin that was covered in black and purple veins “it was that Crank that Fry shot when we were in the tunnel right before Brenda and Jorge saved us, his aim was good only a little bit to late” you explain

it stays silent between the two of you for a minute letting it sink it that you were going to lose each other to lose everybody you loved “Thomas?” He asks and you shake your head “he doesn't know, and he cant i'm not spending my last days saying goodby to him he needs to focus on Saving Minho”

“So what's your plan? You just wanna run off, leave us all behind and die on your own?” Newt asks in a harsh tone “No, i’m sticking to the plan and that's saving Minho”

“What you gonna do after that” and you swallow the lump in your throat “There won't be an after cause i’m not planning on surviving it and that's exactly why he doesn't know”

“who doesn't know?” a familiar voice says behind the two of you you both look back to see The brown haired boy and you turn your gaze to Newt pleading for him to stay quiet and he nods looking back to this arm “i guess i can't hide this anymore'' he tells Thomas rolling his sleeve up again “Newt we can still fix this” thomas tells him and you look between both boys being trapped in the triangle of losing not only yourself but also your brother and the boy you love

That night you all decide to go through with the plan, get Teresa, make her take out the chips in your necks and break into WICKED to get out Minho and that's exactly how things went. having Teresa back was weird to say the least nobody trusted her but right now she was sitting behind you with a small knife against your neck to cut out the chip you didn't really have a choice “try to relax this is going to sting” she tells you and shrug it off wanting to get it over with “just do it”

a sharp pinch follows within a few second you grab the chair tightly out of reflex and you put your feet flat on the Floor trying not to move but moving your leg past the Chair the zipper on your Jeans opens showing her the black veins beneath it “your leg” she says and you pull back leaning down the close the zipper and pull the fabric over your ankle down “What happened?” She asks but you ignore her completely

“are you done” you tell her harshly looking straight up at her “you two okay?” Thomas asks from across the room and you nod “yeah, where fine” you tell him grabbing a small piece of gauze and holding it to your neck “does he-” but you cut her off talking a little softer making sure nobody hears “No, he doesn't and he won't cause your going to keep your mouth shut and not talk to anybody about it you ruined enough as it is”

“if you come back to the lab with me i could help you give you a-”

“just drop it alright!” you yell getting everybody's attention “Whats going on here?” Gally asks and you shake your head “Nothing, there's absolutely nothing” you tell him walking of Looking over at your brother And then to the brown haired boy that is already on his feet and coming towards you and taking you away from Teresa and away from the others for a second “hey, whats going on with you?” he asks and you shake your head “i’m just one edge i just really want this to work” and the boy nods understanding and giving a quick peck on your lips cupping your cheeks “well get Minho back and we'll all be safe i promise” you look over at your brother on the other side of the Room and Thomas seems to understand “We’ll save Newt well get the cure and he’ll be fine”

“Promise me that after saving Minho you’ll try to save Newt no matter what” and he nods “where is this coming from?” He asks but you just look at him “Promise me Thomas”

“I Will, i promise i Will try to save Newt no matter what” you give Him a weak smile knowing that your brother might survive this all and that made you feel good you where going to save your friends, your family even though you know there was only enough to save one of you two and you knew it wasn't going to be you “You know i love you right?” He tells him and he leans down a little kissing you with more passion than before “i love you too, until Death do us apart” it was a small thing you two said in the glade and in the scorch when something happened but right now it only made you sad cause the small Joke that first meant you loved on another and would stick together would soon turn into reality and probably Faster than he hoped.

The plan worked, you got into WICKED, you saved Minho and you got out of the building with only minor issues but the adrenaline and the fast work took its toll on Newt, His body was shutting down and it was getting harder for yourself to keep things hidden from Thomas or anybody else for that matter.“They were supposed to blow up WICKED not the whole damn city!” Gally says as the walls explode and cars full of angry people coming rushing into the city. pushing us to the side we all sit down against a wall in an alley trying to get away from the explosions and Thomas crawls to the side and you pull his arm “where are you going” you ask him but he is quickly sitting back next to you as he sees WICKED’s cars rushing in “shit”

“what are they waiting for?” Minho asks “Like i have a clue” you answer and like it was planned a loud explosion goes off again and gunfire starts to blast out on the street “we gotta go!” Gally calls out and we sneak into an old dinner to stay sheltered from it all. Sitting in the back of the restaurant you sit against Thomas his chest and his hand goes around your waist as both of you breath heavily for the first time sitting still and letting everything that happened sink in looking between the gunfire outside and Gally,Newt and Minho you know things aren't looking very good for the five of you. Thomas loosens the hand on your waist and grabs the walkie from his pocket “brenda, are you there” and almost immediately she answers “Thomas, i’m here” you grab the walkie from his hands looking around seeing your brother getting worse the fire and fight going on outside and Thomas behind you before answering her “Bren, there's too much going on and i don't think we're going to make it”

“y/n? what are you talking about” she says clearly holding back tears making it harder for yourself to hold it back and you hand to Walkie back to Thomas while swallowing the lump in your throat “you should take the others and get everybody out while you still can” and i doesn't take long for Brenda her protest to come through

“No” and tears roll down your cheeks knowing how hard it is for them so putting your hand over Thomas you hold down the buttons “brenda, you need to go” you tell her hoping she will listen to you “i’m not leaving you two okay so forget it”

“Even though you should,” Thomas tells her and it stays silent for a while you sit up a little with a few tears in your eyes and you grab onto Thomas's hand tighter than before. part of you hoped it was going to be over cause it meant you never had to tell him the truth but the other part wanted him to survive and live his life at the fullest “we started this together might as well end it that way” you tell him and he smiles “you sound like your brother” and you laugh a little looking over at him “till death do us apart right” Thomas Jokes and you nod turning our head far enough to kiss him

“Thomas! y/n! don't worry i’m coming for you” and both Thomas and you look at each other and you act quick taking the walkie out of his hands “what are you talking about?”

“our rides here, look for us near the tunnels”

After walking out of the building Gally takes the lead cause he knew the place the best and he led you all towards the tunnels. At the end of the street a loud blow is heard and a car blows up in front of you all making you fall over and you're once again stuck hiding behind a wall “were almost here” Gally says staking low trying to look for a way through the fight without much trouble but a bright flash of light above you all making you look up seeing the berg flying overhead heading towards the tunnels “There here” you say in a whisper looking at Thomas having hope for your brother once again knowing Brenda had the cure to save him

“go without me, just go” Newt spills and you all look at him, veins starting to crawl up his neck and towards his face and black blood coming from his mouth

and you knew he wasn't going to last long anymore “Minho, you gotta run ahead grab the serum and get back as soon as you can” you tell him and he looks at you not agreeing with it but Thomas nods “Minho, go”

“there right, i’ll cover” Gally tells him and i nod once silently thinking him

“y/n, bring one for y/n” Newt says and you shut him up “what is he talking about?” Thomas asks and you shake your head “Nothing I'm fine it’s just the infection getting to his head” you tell him turning to Minho “You need to go Now!

“just hang on, you hear me,” Minho tells Newt and with those words he runs off getting the serum to save your brother. Newt his head turns to the side and you can see he's fading away but you grab onto him shaking him trying to get him to focus on you and trying to stay awake “Newt! stay with me do you hear me, i need you to stay focused”

“We've gotta get you up” Thomas says, grabbing onto Newt his arm but he protests reaching for his necklace and ripping it from his neck “come on Newt we've gotta go!” Thomas tells him again and tears run down your eyes as Newt holds out the necklace towards Thomas you knew it was the letter he wrote, you were there with him

“Newt, your gonna make it”. I tell him but he keeps his hand out for Thomas

“Just take it!” he yells breathing heavily and Thomas takes the necklace from him holding his hand tight “please, Tommy please” as the words pass by his lips your body starts shutting down and you start coughing letting your body drop next to Newts “y/n!” Thomas yells and you nod “i’m okay, it's just smoke” you lie and you look towards Newt and you can see in his eyes that he knows you're not far behind him “tell him, you need to tell him” Newt says and you shake your head “you need to keep your mouth shut, the plan is going the way it should” you tell him before turning to look at Thomas “tell me what?” Thomas asks and you shake your head holding onto your sanity and pushing yourself up again “The plan about saving Minho it's working now we've gotta save Newt your helping or not?”

“She’s Sick” Newt spits and Thomas looks at you “i’m fine just tired” And Thomas nods he knew you hadn't been sleeping much being concerned about newt but the truth was you didnt wanna risk him seeing the Infection in your leg you had enough time to sleep when this was over. “We need to get out of here” you tell him and Thomas nods, helping you lift up Newt and Making your way closer to the tunnels.

after a few blocks of walking your knees give up on you and you drop to the ground Newts body collapsing onto Thomas and dropping to the ground before you “Y/n?” Thomas ask and you look up at him “I’m Sorry Thomas” you tell him knowing your plan was not working you weren't going to make it and your idea to walk away the minute your brother was save wasn't going to work, if you were shutting down this fast then Newt was even worse knowing that the body in front of you wasn't your Brother anymore but the Infection that caught up with him and took over his brain.

suddenly the street goes quiet and Teresa her voice comes through “thomas? can you hear me, i need you to listen to me i know you have no reason to trust me but i need you to come back, Thomas you can save Newt you can save y/n, there's still time for the Both them” you start coughing and looking at your hand you see black blood and you lift your head up al little to look at thomas you give him a silent apologie again but he just looks at the blood on your lips “there’s a reason brenda isn't sick anymore, it's your blood do you understand she isn't sick cause you cured her she doesn't have to be the only one. the only thing you have to do is come back and all of this will finally be over, please just come back to me” he looks at you and with tears in your eyes you nod “you need to go ” you tell him and he shakes his head ignoring it only wanting answers “why didn't you tell me?” He asks and you swallow the lump in your throat this was the exact reason you didn't tell him

“i couldn't, i didnt wanna say goodbye not to you”

“There's still time Minho is getting the serum” and you shake your head “That’s not the plan’ you tell him throwing it all out “Newt was supposed to make it and i was going to stay behind, going down saving you guys”. You tell him and he has tears in his eyes “You were just going get yourself killed? After everything we’ve been through”

“It’s better than letting this Stuppid Virus control me, i’m not becoming a Crank Thomas, i love you i do but i would much rather get shot out here than survive only to risk hurting the others or you” but he shakes his head not accepting it you betrayed his trust which made you no better than WICKED the only difference was that your intentions were truly only to save the people you loved “we’ll get the serum and everything Will be fine” he tells you but before you can say anything or protest a loud scream comes from behind you and you turn your head to see Newt showing getting up onto his feet, surprised he’s still there “Newt?” you both ask insinc and he slowly turns revealing him fully cranked out eyes gone black and he lashes out towards Thomas attacking him. Thomas steps aside letting Newt drop to his knees and he seems to have a second of his humanity coming through “Tommy! kill me!” he yells, turning to look at Thomas but your own mind keeps getting hazly wanting to shut down so you only see fragments of the fight in front of you. the minute you look backup holding onto your sanity you see Newt holding a knife close to thomas his chest and your own rage takes over pushing yourself onto your feet and pushing your brother off of your boyfriend and holding him down “Newt, this isn't you! Get a hold on your sanity” you try hoping he has any left but he doesn't do anything but trying to get you off and to your side you see a Gun and you use your left foot to kick against it and it slides towards Thomas and he looks between the weapon and you holding down Newt “shoot! the bullet will kill us both” you tell him in a clear moment and she shakes his head

“Thomas, it's your own life, or ours!” you yell at him but Newt gets the upper hand throwing you off him and going for the knife again heading back towards Thomas and you make a decision, with tears in your eyes and the last bit sanity you crawl towards the gun and clock it standing on your feet and aiming the gun towards your brother “Newt!” you yell and he turns his attention towards you and in that small moment you see his eyes the ones you grew up with and the ones of the big brother you love so much and he nods telling you it's okay and with that you pull the trigger the bullet going into his chest and his body dropping to the ground. you look over at thomas and he sits there next to Newts body tears covering his cheeks and your own rolling down your face knowing you just killed the one person that you promise yourself you would save “i'm sorry thomas'' you tell him lifting up the gun an you close your eyes placing your Finger on the trigger but before you can pull it Thomas slams it out of your hands “No! I’m not losing both of you” you look him in his eyes and he has a pleading look “Minho is on his way just hold on okay” he tells you through sobs and you shake your head “i'm not going to make it till then i’m tired of fighting Thomas, i just want it to stop, make it stop” you tell him trying to hold onto your sanity, you reach in your pocket and take out the small necklace and you hand it to him. “Newt’s not to only one that wrote you a letter” and he grabs it holding onto your hand “i love you” you tell him and he smiles a little through the tears “i love you too” with your own tears you take a step back and let go of his hand “if that's true and you really love me, then you'll let me do this then you let me go” he looks shocked and shakes his head protesting but you dont listen to his words “you’re going to be okay” he tries to tell you but you give him a hard enough push to make him trip and you grab the gun up from the ground and drop to your knees next to Newt his body “i’ll see you soon” you tell him before before turning to look at Thomas one last time as he gets back onto his feet but your already lifting up the gun to your head “i’ll say hi to chuck for you”

“don’t do it Please y/n!” he asks through sobs “till death do us apart”

“Wait!” Looking to the side Brenda runs forwards with the small blue file in her hand and she looks to Newt on the ground and to you holding the gun to your head but it all gave Thomas enough time to run towards you getting a Grip on the gun“Thomas! I’m gonna kill you!” You yell at him letting the last of your humanity slip away and fighting the one person you thought you never wanted to hurt “Brenda!” Thomas yells and before you know it everything in front of your eyes turns black

WICKED had taken everything from him, they made it to the safe haven but it didn't seem to matter to him. Vince's speech was what hurt most , it reminded everybody of what they lost but it also reminded them that the people they cared about sacrificed their own lives to save them. “We've come a long way together, so many have sacrificed to make this place possible. your friends, your family. so here's to the ones that couldn't be here, here's to the friends we've lost, this place is for you it's for all of us” he turns his body to point at one of the large rocks in the middle of the place “this, this is for them, so in your one time in your own way, come make your peace, and welcome to the safe haven”

The night was spent talking about memories of the lost once and the plans for the future, the plans of what was coming next and what to do with their lives Now That they were free to do what they wanted but Thomas kept away from it sitting to the side. Minho said down next to him giving him a small smile and looking over the place “this is going to be a good home for us, they would of loved it” he tells him while reaching in the pocket of his jacket and pulling out the two necklaces and hands them back to thomas “you had this one you when you passed out, figured i'd keep them safe for you” an Thomas takes Boh of he necklaces from the boy hesitantly “thanks minho'' padding his shoulder he smiles before walking away leaving Thomas alone to read the letter from Newt, followed by the one you gave him.

Dear Thomas

it’s been one hell of a ride, i know i always complained about being trapped by WICKED so this might be weird coming from me but i miss the glade, i miss waking up to frypans crappy breakfasts or watching the sunset right before the doors closed, it all seems like so long ago doesn't it we were so innocent back then. But now here we are, we lost a lot of Friends in the fight to get you all to the safe haven so you guys better make the most of it or I'm coming to haunt you all.

i want you to know that i never kept this all from you cause i didn't love you, god i loved you even more after i found out it wasn't going to last but i couldn't bring myself to tell you i know that it's probably selfish but i didn't want to spend our last few weeks maybe even days saying goodbye like everyone did with Newt, i wish i could be with you forever but i guess we weren't meant to be. Our time together was exactly like paradise but i wouldn't wanna change, i remember when you can up in that box back in the Glade everybody though you were one hell of a trouble maker and to be honest you really were, breaking the rules running into the maze but i loved every second of it, it didn't matter to me how many times you broke the rules or what stuppid or risky idea you had i would off followed it all, i did follow it i followed you, through the Maze, through the scorch and now through the last City saving Minho and getting Newt to safety. That was my plan and i know you’ll hate it but it was simple get you all save and leave myself behind to die out in the field so nobody has to know what was really happening to me it Will be easier that way. i’m not afraid of dying, i’m afraid of

Losing myself to this stuppid virus that turned me into a walking time bomb. I want you to know I don't want to let you all go but I have no other choice cause waiting for this serum isn't an option for me and even if we get there in time it would only push back the inevitable. I want you to be happy. I want you to live your life to the fullest and make me proud and take care of the other keep Minho out of trouble and make sure gally doesnt start a fight with some shank in the safe haven. i hope that in a few years from now you’ll smile and say that it was worth it cause it has been worth it to me. Now pick yourself up and finish what you started and lead the people that are there with you like I know you can. I know you’ll do what's right you always have. take care and remember that i’ll love you

thank you for being my best friend and my first love

goodbye tommy

y/n

Opening your eyes you sit straight up feeling a burning pain in your ankle and lifting the fabric you see the Veins disappeared and the bite mark was almost completely healed. Panic rushes through your body not knowing where you are and looking around you only see wooden furniture and bottles of medicine on a table to the side, throwing your feet over the edge you stand up finding your balance and walking past the curtain that closed of the little shed you were in and you look out over the ocean turning to the side you see an entire village that reminds you of the glade, making you think that heaven wasn't as bad as you though it was going to be walking forwards into the place you pass by field that are growing food, people building shelter with wood and right in front of you the dark haired Runner comes walking closer and you look over at him surprised “Minho?” You ask him hesitant and he smiles up you only to see Gally, Frypan and Brenda walking closer to you beside him “hey there Greenie, you look better” Gally tells you and you stand there shocked and there eyes go to something behind and turning around your faces with the brown haired boy you love and he looks a bit sad but there this little light of Hope in his eyes as he steps closer grabbing onto you an hugging you tight.

“I-i’m alive'' you ask hesitantly while you sit on the side with Thomas and he nods “how long have I been out?” You ask him “A week the serum took its time but you made it through” he tells you and guilt hits you immediately, your plan your brother was the one that should have been sitting there not you, your brother, you killed your brother you shot Newt,you almost shot yourself. Panic washes over you and Thomas seems to notice and he grabs your hand pulling you out of it “hey, you made it” he tells you again and tears roll down your cheeks “i wasn't supposed to”

“yeah, i know i read your letter” and you look up at him “Thomas”

“I did as you told me to, i picked myself up and i’m gonna keep going forwards, were gonna keep going forward together”

“After everything if done, you still want me?” And the boy nods lifting his hand an cupping your cheeks “i hate the plan you made to just go of and die on your own and i’m going to be angry about it for a while but right now your still alive and i’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon so you're stuck with me”

“Newt..” you say in a whisper “Newt would want you to live a happy live and not think about what happened because you can't change it” you know he’s right but it was going to take time to mourn the loss of your brother this wasn't the plan you made instead of silently slipping away after you saved your friends and your brother you are the one that got saved “you were infected you didn't think straight” he tells you

“I knew what was doing when i pulled the trigger, i knew in that moment i was shooting My own brother, the look in his eyes told me it was him in that last minute it told me it was okay” you tell him holding down the Tear's that threaten to slip again

“but i also know your right he wouldn't want me to give up so i wont, i Will wait for you to forgive me cause i wanna be with you cause your all if got left” you tell Thomas and he smiles reaching in his pocket and pulling something out of it and he hands it to you, taking it from him it reveals a little ring and you look up at him “after we got here and i saw you past out i started making it, i knew when i saw you laying right there that i never wanted to see you like that again that i wanted to be with you forever, so if you really mean that you wanna be with me than you'll say yes” you look at him shocked not knowing what to do or what to say “say yes to being with me forever, say yes to being my best friend, to being my girl, to being my wife, marry me Y/n” you nod not having the words to say it outloud and Thomas smiles sliping the ring on your Finger and holding onto your Hand and leaning forward to catch your lips with his before looking back up at you “Till death do us apart”

#the maze runner #thomas #newt #character death #reader x thomas #dylan o'brien #tomuary #tom uary

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its me again☺️! can you possibly write a reaction for nishinoya and tanaka where their s/o is more dominant and straightforward? bc other people be thinking im shy and gonna blush when anime characters look at me🙄 and your writing is like amazing, got me coming back for more!

i don't write for Tanaka but i do for Noya so i’ll use someone else instead of Noya. I'm sorry :(

(i apologize for any grammar errors.)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS ❤️ there will be a special coming up real soon

✰ characters: Yū Nishinoya, Kõtarõ Bokuto, Tendou Satori, Tobio Kageyama

✰ their reaction to their s/o bring naturally dominant and very straightforward/blunt

Nishinoya Yū

a bit surprised

he's never met anyone so straight to the point

when you had told them that you liked him and wanted to go on a date, he didn't expect it

but none the less, he was relieved that you did

“you wanna go on a date?” you asked him

there's no way that he could say no to you especially when he mutual feelings about you

you two decide to go after he finishes volleyball practice

you two decided to go to a cafe that was close by for some smoothies. “so how come you didn't say no?” you questioned Noya taking a sip of your drink. he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. “because why not.” he shrugged. you could feel your lips tug into a smile.

“i like you too y/n,” he confessed. you almost choked on your drink. “for real? deadass?” Yū nodded his head, “for a while now too.” he stated. he told your free hand in his, looking into your eyes smiling brightly. “and i’m so happy that you asked me out because to be completely honest, i probably would've chickened out on asking you first.” he said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“aw come here Noya!” you practically dragged him into a tight embrace. he hugged you back wrapping his arms around your body. when you guys finally decided that it was getting late, he offered to walk you home. happily, you accept. when you reached your house he popped the question you've been waiting for. “will you be my-” “YES!” you cut him off not waiting for him to finish. you hugged him and smiled. “i didn't even finish.” he chuckled. “doesn't matter. it's still a yes!”

Bokuto Kõtarõ

gets flustered easily

you'd tease him a lot whether

always telling him what you think about him and what you wanna do with him

you never seem to let him down

he loves the fact that you say what you think and don't hold back on the way that you feel

if you don't like something you speak up about it, he really admires that

“what about you Bokuto?” his messy-haired friend queried him. Bokuto hummed directing his attention to Kuroo who was looking back at him. “don’t you think that pda is something that should be done in public.” Bokuto had no idea what was going on but all he knows is that he could sit and watch you all day. “uh, yeah sure. i’m not sure man.” he dazed.

Kuroo was perplexed. why was Bokuto acting this way? was Bokuto’s mind was somewhere else. what had the guy so absent-minded? that was until he saw Bo looking his way. not at him exactly but behind him. when he twisted around he saw you, seated on the bleachers with your head in your phone. kinda reminded him of Kenma who always had his nose deep into his phone and switch. Kuroo decided that it would be only best if he invited you over to chat and giggle. “yo, y/n how bout you come chill with us.”

you walked over and took a seat across from the bed hair boy and owl boy. “how may help you annoying?” you slid your phone in your back pocket and focused your attention on him. “your boyfriend here said that pda is something that should be done in private. do you agree with us?” he cocked his eyebrow at you, wrapping his arm around Bokuto. you looked at your boyfriend who was already looking at you. “Bokuto don't act like you don't enjoy it. me and you both know that your lying. you love pda in public, especially when it leads to more pleasant things.” you clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth. you saw the faint blush on his face. you crawled over to him and place a light kiss on his cheek before leaning towards his ear whispering, “it’s not good to lie Kõtarõ.”

Satori Tendou

he likes it

he really like how blunt you are

you let people know what's up and how you feel about them

that's what actually pulled him towards you

oh and don't even get me started in the dominant vibes that you radiate

he’s a sucker for it, whether it's in or out of bed, you really know how to rile him up

it was one of those days. Tendou has been acting like a tease the entire day. touching on your thigh, kissing your neck, grabbing your ass, kissing you deeply all of that goodie-goodie. you've told already before to stop being that you guys were out in public together and people could clearly see you two. but did he listen to you? he would kiss you ever harder or smack your ass anytime you said not to.

“Tendou, we're in the public, c’mon stop,” you said as you tried to pry his arms from around your waist. you guys were at the mall shopping and never once did Tendou detach himself from you. when you finally had enough, you drove back home with Tendou still touching on you. as soon as you both were inside you kissed him. you've been waiting too long for this. you take his clothes off leaving him bare in front of you. you pushed him down on the couch using your belt as handcuffs to put his behind his back.

you wasted no time in stripping down. you set yourself up on him before sinking down. you immediately felt him bottom out. “let's see how long you can last.” you smiled as you placed a light kiss on his lips. you started to ride him fast, not slowing down at all. Tendou could feel himself about to bust so quickly. “babe... i’m outta.” he panted. you kept riding him till you felt him twitch inside of you. you pulled yourself off of him. he shivered at the cool air that hit the tip. he was twitching against you. you waited until his breathing calmed. “why’d you stop?” he groaned. “this is your punishment babe. I'm not gonna let you cum that easily.”

Kageyama Tobio

he would get a bit flustered sometimes

you'd just say what you think and sometimes though things we're something that got him heated

his would stumble over his works after hearing what you just said

but none the less, he likes your straightforward personally

he's not one to beat around the bush in things

if something isn't right he would let you know, just like you do with him

there's no reason to feel like you can't speak your mind

your thoughts and feeling matter

“Kageyama, how come you don't have a girlfriend yet?” his head snaps in your direction with wide eyes. “u-uhh. i don't know.” he shrugged rubbing the back of his neck. he took a sip of his milk. “would you want one?” “um, I mean yeah, who wouldn't?” you smiled at him as you looked into his dark blue eyes. you reached over and pushed his hair from his face. “how about me?”

from then you and Tobio have bee dating. there were plenty of times where you would be super blunt about things and it would leave him in shock. “y/n don't you think Kageyama is hot.” Sugawara would nudge you with an elbow, nodding in the direction of your boyfriend. you could see the sweat dripping from his face each time that set and block the ball. oh was that a lovely sight to see. you felt butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“he’s more than hot he's sexy,” you say almost outta breath. Sugawara chuckles from your response. “wait no, he's daddy.” just then, the gym fell silent. everyone’s eyes are on you. well almost everyone, Kageyama didn't turn around. “oops...” you mentally smacked yourself. “Kageyama daddy? pfft!” Tsuki laughed, Yamaguchi, giggling behind him as well. “well, that's something.” Daichi said. “Alright, enough of that, water break and back to practice.” Coach Ukai announced. you took the opportunity to walk over to Tobio. “Kages. i’m sorry.” you explained to him. “are you always that blunt y/n?” you shrugged. “i wasn't lying tho.”

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crue-sixx · 4 years

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It Can’t Rain All the Time (Tony Stark Imagine)

Summary: You’re having a tough time and Tony is there to help.

Warnings: This story will contain things such as anxiety, depression, and panic attacks. If this bothers or triggers you then please don’t read it. If you’re dealing with any of these things, just know you’re not alone. I wrote this as a way to kind of deal with my own struggles.

The title and quote in this story are from the movie, The Crow.

You let out a slight groan when you tried, but failed to hit your mark...yet again. You’d missed it more times than you could remember and it was really starting to wear on you. Clint seemed to be a bit frustrated himself. He had been teaching you how to properly use a bow and quiver. You were trying to become more familiar with all of the weapons the Avengers used. You were a bit familiar with archery, but not as skilled as you’d like to be. You were sort of a Jack of all trades. You could use just about any weapon, but still needed training to do so because you weren’t Avengers level skilled just yet. You weren’t really an Avenger just yet. You helped them out here and there on smaller missions and worked mostly with Tony, helping him with all of the Avengers’ suits and their weapons. That’s why you liked using them yourself to become more acquainted with them. You were around everyone a lot though since you lived in the tower and all.

“You’re not breathing properly when you let go,” Clint told you and sighed. Bless him, he was being pretty patient, but he seemed to almost be at his breaking point. “Also, you’re shaking too much. You can’t aim and expect to hit your target when you’re shaking like that.”

“I know,” you replied and put the bow down as you let out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

“What’s going on with you lately, Y/N? You’re usually more focused and better than this.”

You stayed quiet for a few long moments, trying to come up with an excuse. You knew the reason you were being like this, but he didn’t have to know or be bothered about it. You were dealing with a lot of stress and anxiety lately. Not to mention the bouts of depression that pop in on you. It was hard to stay focused or feel motivated to do anything when dealing with all of that. Some days you were lucky to even make it out of bed. You were also being pretty distant with everyone without meaning to be, but you couldn’t help it.

“Nothing,” you finally answered him. “I guess it’s just an off day.”

He looked at you, but didn’t question you any further. “Alright...well, let’s just call it a day.”

You nodded and looked at him apologetically. You gave him the bow and quiver that he was letting you train with then took off your archery glove.

“It’s alright, Y/N,” he told you and patted your shoulder, trying to reassure you. “It happens sometimes.”

“Yeah, thanks, Clint,” you replied with a small smile.

You turned and left after that, leaving him to himself as he started practicing. Like he needed it. He was amazing at what he did, which made you feel even worse about how bad you were today. You felt like you wasted his time, which made the anxiety you’d been feeling before start creeeping up on you even more.

What if he’s mad at me? What if he stops training me? What if he tells all the others how bad I was today? They’d probably agree I’d been lagging at all of my training lately. I’m sure they’re all mad and fed up with me.

You managed to dodge Bucky and Sam, who were arguing about whatever, in the common room. You’d usually greet them or at least stop to enjoy the show they were putting on, but you quickly walked past them. You barely made it to your room before you felt your chest tightening as your thoughts kept wandering. You closed the door and leaned against it, taking in deep breaths.

Why am I like this? Why can’t I just feel like a normal person should? Why do some days seem okay while others seem so hard? Why? Why? Why?

The deep breaths weren’t helping. Your chest was still feeling too tight as you moved from the door and went into the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face to try to help you calm down. Your hands shook as you turned the sink on and started splashing your face with the cool water. It wasn’t seeming to do much, however. You turned the water off and grabbed the hand towel, wiping your face dry. You looked up into the mirror and saw yourself. Your eyes were wide with panic and red rimmed with unshed tears. Your hands were shaking as the towel fell and you were biting your lip hard to keep yourself in control.

That seemed to be your breaking point.

Your breathing picked up as it became harder to take them in and you let the tears finally fall after holding them in for so long. You were gasping within minutes and sliding down to the floor as you clutched your chest. You leaned back against the bathroom counter and tried to calm yourself while also trying to make all of your dark thoughts go away. It seemed like time was going so slowly. Your vision was blurred from the tears and making it hard to see clearly, but you managed to make out when someone crouched down in front of you.

“Hey, hey, Y/N,” the voice told you. Tony? You weren’t too sure. You couldn’t focus. You registered hands being placed on your shoulders, which made you start to pull away. “Y/N, sweetheart, it’s me. It’s Tony. You’re okay.”

“T-T-Tony?” You gasped out.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said and squeezed your shoulders.

“I-I can’t br-br-breathe!”

“You’re going to have to calm down, sweetheart,” he instructed you. “Just listen to me and focus on me, okay? Do what I tell you to do and we’ll get through this together.”

He pulled you into his arms and held you against him, but not too tightly since you were finding it hard to breathe. It was more like a loose hug really...just enough to feel him there. “Just follow my breathing. Feel how my breaths come in and out and follow them.”

Your head was placed on his chest and your arms loosely wrapped around him. You started feeling him take deep breaths in and letting them back out, slowly. It took a few long moments, but you started trying to copy him. They came out shaky and you choked a couple of times, but it was starting to help you.

“That’s it, Y/N,” Tony told you. “You’re doing great, sweetie. Just keep doing that.”

You continued following his breathing pattern after his encouraging words. The tightness in your chest was starting to loosen bit by bit as it became easier for you to finally breathe. Your sobbing had reduced to soft cries and eventually just tears falling down your cheeks. Your pounding heart was slowing down beat by beat. All the while, Tony was whispering soothing and encouraging words to you. You weren’t sure how long you’d been sat there, but you finally calmed down enough to make Tony pull back and look at you.

“Feeling better?” He asked you.

“Yeah, thank you,” you answered him as you wiped your eyes, feeling embarrassed now that you were calmed down. “H-how did you know?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed me that you were in distress and having what appeared to be a panic attack,” he replied. “Of course I was going to come help you. Come on, let’s go sit somewhere more comfortable.”

Tony stood then held out a hand for you, helping you up and carefully walking into your bedroom with you. He sat down on the bed and you sat beside him, he turned to face you and took your hand in his.

“Y/N, what happened?” He asked.

“It was nothing,” you said, trying to shake it off.

“That wasn’t nothing,” Tony retorted. “That was a pretty major panic attack and I’ve never seen you like that. You know you can talk to me.”

You bit your lip and looked down at your joined hands as Tony squeezed them, trying to encourage you. He wasn’t pushing you though. He was letting you take your time if you were going to talk to him.

“It’s just...I deal with anxiety and depression,” you finally told him. “Usually it’s not so bad. I can kind of keep it under control, but other times it becomes too much. It hasn’t been that bad in a while though. It was just all building up I suppose.”

“I guess that’s why it’s been hard for you to stay focused on things like training with the others and helping me in the lab?”

So they obviously had been talking about you. You felt tears fall from your eyes again, knowing your worries had been confirmed. You hated the feeling of disappointing the people you looked up to the most. You were lucky to be a part of their team and you were screwing it up.

“I’m sorry,” you told Tony and sniffled. “I didn’t mean to waste any of your time. I was really trying though. I guess I should’ve just sucked it up and tried harder.”

“Sweetheart,” Tony sighed and squeezed your hand in his again before he used his free one to wipe your tears for you. Tony was a really caring guy despite his reputation. He had been nothing but kind to you since you started working for him. “There is nothing to apologize for and you’re not wasting anyone’s time. We’ve just been worried about you is all and now it all makes sense.”

“Yeah, you’re dealing with a screwed up person obviously,” you replied.

“Have you not noticed that we’re all pretty fucking screwed up in our own ways?” He asked you. “We all deal with our own stuff. Hell, I’m as screwed up as they come with daddy issues going through the roof. I even deal with panic attacks of my own. You’re not alone, Y/N. We all need each other to lean on sometimes and you’re no different. You’re a part of this messed up family whether you like it or not.”

You managed a small smile at that. You supposed he was right. Everyone on the team dealt with their own issues and hardships. Everyone was always there for one another as well. That’s what being a team...no, that’s what being a family meant. You’d just not wanted to bother any of them, thinking you could take care of it yourself.

“Have you been seeing anyone about all of this?” Tony asked you.

“I did at one time, but I haven’t since I moved out here to New York,” you replied. “I thought it was under control since I moved here and made a change. Haven’t really had the time to look into anyone to see.”

Tony nodded and pondered your reply. “Well, don’t you worry about a thing. I know someone great you could go see. If you’re willing to that is. You wouldn’t have to worry about paying a thing. It will all be taken care of. Also, I’m going to give you the next couple of weeks off. Even longer if you need it. That means training too. Just take this time to look after yourself and relax.”

Your jaw dropped slightly as you looked up at him. Yes, Tony was generous and you were close with each other, but you didn’t expect that.

“Tony, I can’t let you do that.”

“I will not hear that,” Tony told you and shook his head. “You’re like family to me and I do anything for family. Also, you work for me so that means some pretty great benefits for you. Might as well cash in on them.”

You managed a real smile and shook your head at him. Tony really was something else.

“There’s that smile I’ve been missing so much!” He exclaimed with one of his own. He pulled you into a hug after a few moments and you hugged him back, sighing in content at the calm feeling that was starting to envelope you. “Just remember that I’m always here for you and so are the others. All you have to do is trust us.”

“Thank you so much, Tony,” you mumbled into his chest. “I’ll try to be better for all of you. Also, I’m always here for you too.”

“Thank you, Y/N, but know that you’re already good enough for us,” he replied and squeezed you harder. “Better than good. You’re amazing and you complete our family. Things will start to look up. It can’t rain all the time.”

“Did you just quote The Crow to me?” You asked him as you moved your head to look at him.

“Yeah, so what?” He asked. “It works and you like that movie. We should all watch that tonight. In fact, let’s have a movie night! We’ve been missing you. I’ll order pizza and even bring out my secret stash of candy.”

You managed a real smile and a nod of your head, thankful that you had people like Tony and the rest of the team.

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undertaker1827 · 4 years

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Can I request 3,7,and 23, for othello, maybe they work together and are on mutual/friend terms but one of them confesses at work, whether it be over time, a break, morning, whichever you choose. Thank you! 🧡💚🧡

Yes of course you can!! Ahh young love ... I had far too much fun writing this, sorry it took so long and I hope you enjoy!!

Prompts in bold

Masterlist

“I don’t know why,” you started, eyebrows drawn in frustration and already starting your third coffee of the day, “but I swear dispatch has been even crazier than normal these last few days.” Your companion nodded his agreement, a few strands of dark green hair falling over the frames of his glasses. You both glanced to the side to watch as another six or seven reapers rushed by in a group, a good four of them from the same section of the collections department as you. They were all whispering to each other in hushed tones, looking very much like they were trying to give the impression everything was fine when in reality it was everything but.

“Bound to be something going on in the human world,” Othello commented, gaze lifting over your shoulder as another three collections reapers strode towards the opposite corridor. The two of you had managed to coordinate a five minute coffee break in the canteen to ‘rest’, really just wanting to trade theories on what was going on.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, a thought suddenly presenting itself in your mind, “What about that latest murder they had your lot looking into? Apparently Ronald Knox was supposed to be on collections for it but I heard they even sent William T. Spears down there.” Othello’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, then he allowed his gaze to drift as he thought about the crime scene in question.

“There was nothing overly out of the ordinary about that though. I mean, yeah they wanted us to take a look, but only as a safety precaution. I never even went down there myself; sent one of my colleagues to have a look - and he said there wasn’t much to report anyway.” Othello mused about the various tests that had been conducted and that he was on the verge of concluding ‘no forensic notes of interest’. “Maybe it’s something to do with that demon,” he continued, “y’know, with the young contractor who Grell’s always going on about.”

“Bassy.”

“That’s the one.” Suddenly feeling eyes trained on the back of your head, you turned to see your superior standing at the canteen’s entrance clutching what looked suspiciously like your clipboard and looking like he was physically restraining himself from telling you to hurry up and dragging you back to your office.

“Well, duty calls I guess.” You gave the other reaper an apologetic smile then stood to drop your disposable cup in the bin. “See you later.”

“See you.” Othello watched as you walked briskly away, facing your superior with an air of professionalism that he had never quite seemed to conquer. He had always admired you for that. In fact, he thought, he had always admired you for a lot of different things. You were always immaculately dressed in crisp black suits, no matter how many souls you reaped you never got a drop of blood on you - you claimed you didn’t dare to as you had no idea where it had been - and he didn’t think you had ever handed an assignment in late, even during your training days. He sighed dejectedly though, as he could think about you all day every day if he should choose, but it would never change the fact that you only saw him as a friend. Little did he know that you were thinking something very similar.

Once your superior had handed over your latest bout of paperwork and then left, you sat at your desk for a few moments, twirling a pen between your fingertips. Forensic science had always been a great interest of yours, even if you never went into the department for it. You had completed countless personal projects in the field, often enlisting the help of Othello for the sake of first hand accuracy and sometimes even using your friendship to get in on a few cases after hours. You let out a deep breath as you thought about your ‘friend’. You had considered him to be more than that for quite some time now, but hadn’t worked up the courage to tell him yet, lest it destroy your relationship all together. In your mind at least, something platonic was better than nothing at all.

It would be another few days before you saw Othello again. Everyone’s workload had been shot through the roof and there was crazy gossip circling the hallways during people’s breaks, to the point where you had heard one girl from management whisper to her friend about a deserter who was going on the rampage in the human world. Personally, you took all the gossip channels with a heavy pinch of salt, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t take your hard earned intel to Othello to have a good old fashioned discussion about it.

By the time you got to your midday break, or rather, crashed into and almost fell straight through it, you were all but desperate for a heavy shot of the gloopy, black sludge the canteen offered as coffee. It tasted horrendous, but the caffeine hit was like no other.

You glanced around for Othello in the spot where you usually sat when you arrived, only to find you couldn’t see him. Shrugging to yourself, you took a seat for the sake of fishing out a small notebook and penning in a reminder, before standing up again, intent on getting-

“Can I sit with you?”

“Othello! I didn’t see you there!” You exclaimed, a wide grin splitting your features. “And of course, sit down!” He did so with a grateful smile, looking about as worn out as you felt. He then slid a black gloved hand across the table, pushing a disposable cup of pure delight in your direction.

“I made you coffee,” he started with a small, almost bashful smile, “Or rather, bought you coffee. Got you coffee? I think it’s law that they have to give it out for free here anyway...” He trailed off to laugh at the goofy look on your face. Your features were the physical representation of the ‘heart eyes’ emoji as you took the proffered drink, inhaling the heavenly smell and then all but inhaling the liquid too. You came up momentarily for air and to give him as many thanks as you could muster in the time you had, then went back to downing the caffeine. Othello’s gaze softened the longer he looked at you, and the words were out of his mouth before he really had time to consider their consequences.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You almost choked on your drink. Beautifully.

“I’m what?!” You proceeded to spend the next minute hacking up a lung and finally fell forwards onto the table, chest heaving for air. “You were saying?” You tried to recover the situation as best you could, ignoring the other reaper’s raised eyebrow.

“From that overreaction I’d guess you heard me, but just in case you didn’t-” might as well just go for it now, “-I said ‘you’re so beautiful’.” A pause. “And-god I don’t know if I’m going the right thing here- I ... I like you. Like a lot. Not as a friend. And I really hope I’m not ruining our current relationship by saying this but I was wondering if you wanted to goonadatewithme?”

He said the last part so quickly that it took a minute for your brain to decode the message, but when it had it was all you could do to keep your mouth from literally dropping open. You spluttered quite incoherently for a few minutes before coming up with, “I - you - really?! You - you like me? Like me like me? Like that?!”

Othello offered a cheesy grin, almost as if he was expecting your permanent, undeniable rebuttable. “...yes?”

“Oh my god I like you too,” you blurted out, a little breathless with the confession. The other reaper visibly, full body relaxed right in front of your eyes and you couldn’t help a small grin of your own. “I like you too,” you repeated, more calmly this time, “and I would love to go on a date with yo-”

“Y/N!!” You froze in horror, slowly turning to see your superior striding towards you with an armful of papers in hand and noting repeatedly how the entire canteen had gone silent and were all now staring directly at you.

“Sir?” You asked quietly, having to put real effort into not shrinking under his intimidating stare.

“What in the world do you think you are doing?” You went to answer but he cut you off, not letting you state your case. “Here I am, waiting for you in your office where you assured me you would be at this exact time, only for you not to show up. I had to ask a coworker, a coworker, who, by the way, I have no jurisdiction over whatsoever, what has happened to you, only to find out that you’re here, slacking off in the canteen!! You made me walk all the way down here to come fetch you, now I will not tolerate this Y/N! Come with me immediately!”

One hand twitched out of reflex as he leaned down to your sitting height, eyes glinting and you fully expecting to receive some growled threat too severe to be shouted to the rest of the canteen.

“And congratulations on finally getting together, by the way,” he murmured, still glaring for the sake of keeping up appearances, “the entire office has had bets on when and which of you would finally get on with it for weeks.” He winked, almost too fast to catch, then stood abruptly and stalked away, chin up and back ramrod straight as usual. “Now come along! Stop dilly-dallying!” With that, he stalked right out of the canteen, a room full of whispers starting up as soon as the door closed behind him. Flabbergasted and simultaneously thrilled, you flashed a grin at Othello, who was bright red and doing his best to hide behind his coffee cup.

Even when walking through the crowd of people discussing what you possibly could have done to warrant that extreme of a reaction, you couldn’t keep the grin from your lips.

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serzhantkris · 4 years

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Rebel Yell- 3

Summary: Let’s get something straight: he does not love you. He knows that for sure, because he doesn’t want to scream at you and he doesn’t want to get married, and that’s the only things he knows for sure about people who are in love. And he was doomed to kiss with his fists and scream and be angry and blame everyone but himself for the rest of his life. So, no. Billy did not love you. Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 2244

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“So then she said that I was bullshit, ‘cause I was pretending everything’s okay.”

Steve crumbled up the wrapper, still chewing through the words, and tossed it over his shoulder. It landed unceremoniously in the back seat of the BMW, along with the other junk food he’d been scarfing down for the past two weeks.

“Exactly how many times did she say ‘bullshit?’” You reach for your drink in the center console, frowning at Steve from the passenger seat. He shrugs.

“I dunno, like six. Everything was just… Bullshit, I guess.” He doesn’t look away from the carton of french fries sitting in his lap. “Hops, did- did we-” Steve pauses, looking out the dirty windshield at the school sitting below, “She said, we killed Barb.”

Other students mulled about the lot, eating their lunches and gossiping about who’s dating who, who wore what. Some of them studied for SATs and worried if they’d be invited to parties that weekend. You caught some familiar faces- Tina, twirling her hair around her finger while she flirted with Ram Sweeney; Heather, sitting on the trunk of Vicky Larson’s car. Tommy and Carol, practically swallowing each other’s tongues.

None of them had any clue what had almost happened to them a year ago. What had happened to you and to Steve and countless others. To Barbara Holland.

“I think,” the words come slow, like you’re trying to believe them before you let Steve hear. “None of us could have known what was going to happen to her.”

“Yeah,” Steve clears his throat. “Yeah, but we- we did leave her there. You know? We left her outside, alone.”

Suddenly, Steve’s fries and the hamburger in your lap smells rotten. “We didn’t know.”

That was all you could say. And if it convinced Steve or you or Nancy that what happened wasn’t your fault, that would have been enough. But it didn’t, and it wasn’t.

“Maybe she’s right. Maybe I am bullshit.”

You tore your eyes from your reflection in the car window. “I don’t think that’s true.”

Steve chuckles under his breath, leaning his head back in the seat. The low sound of the radio fills in the quiet, both of you lost in thought for a long moment.

Finally, you say, “I think you should talk to her.”

“Think she’ll listen?”

“I think she regrets what happened. I think the worst that can happen is the two of you decide you need some space. Maybe talking to her about Barbara, and admitting that you were wrong to ignore her feelings on the subject will benefit both of you.”

Steve nods, chewing worriedly on the inside of his cheek. “I should buy flowers.”

The spray of water hit him right in the face, stinging his skin from the pressure and intense heat. It ran down his throat and over the back of his head, sticking his hair to his face and neck as he scrubbed at his scalp with his fingertips. Eyes closed, he listened to the sounds of the others as they moved toward the showers.

Running a hand over his face, flicking the soap to the tiles under his feet, Billy blinked at the harsh orange walls around him. Pinching his nose, he cast a sideways look at the boy on his left.

“Don’t sweat it, Harrington,” he said. “Today’s just not your day, man.”

He pushed the handle on the shower that he, Steve, and Tommy were circled around, cutting off the water on his showerhead. Reaching for a towel, he pressed it against his face.

“Yeah, not your week,” Tommy added, looking around the shower to Steve. “You and the princess break up- you think she’s run off with the freak’s brother yet?”

Steve shot Tommy a harsh look, but the other boy’s grin just grew. Billy eyed Tommy, opening the towel in his hands as Tommy turned off his own water spout and moved toward the wall of towels.

“Don’t take it too hard, man,” Billy said, watching Steve push soap through his mess of hair. “Pretty boy’s like you’s got nothin’ to worry about. Plenty of bitches in the sea.”

“Guess that leaves some room for Hopper,” Tommy ruffled the towel through his hair. “Why have the princess when you could have the queen?”

Billy’s grip on the towel tightened as he wrapped it around his waist. If Billy had learned anything from hanging out with the freckled boy, it was that he was the exact person to go to for details about the girls at the high school.

“What’s her deal, anyway?” Billy rubbed at his nose, tilting his head back to look at Tommy. “She got a boy-toy or is she just a huge fuckin’ tease?”

Steve clenches his jaw, watching soap run down the drain. “Neither,” he snaps. Tommy just laughs, leaning against the wall with the towel wrapped around him.

“Not from what I remember,” Tommy says. “You remember last year, she ran out on Kurt Kelley when he tried to put it in her-”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Steve’s hand smacked the spout, cutting off the water abruptly. “And you know she didn’t do shit with Kurt Kelley.”

Billy’s nostrils flared, tongue between his teeth as he watched Steve grab up a towel and storm to the other side of the lockers, leaving Tommy laughing and Billy intrigued in his wake.

Billy had claimed the corner of your smoking spot for his own. Always tucked where no one could see him from the window, he puffed on cigarettes and always flashed you a sideways smile when you snuck out the door. He shared his lighter, sometimes his smokes, and you returned the favor. It wasn’t quite a friendship, but it was a comradery. The two of you didn’t speak much, if at all, and never paid much attention to each other once the door closed and you were back in the fluorescent halls.

It didn’t take words, or even attention. In that little nook by the dumpster, no one could see. Billy didn’t go out of his way to try and win you over like the Halloween party. He didn’t need to be tough or flirtatious. He could just lean against the brick wall, you standing beside him, and blow smoke into the air. The silence was comfortable, and even though you didn’t know much about Billy, it was as though you’d known him for a long time.

The game you had unwittingly started with Billy had started to seep into your everyday life. Less than a month of knowing the guy, you were already enamoured. Not in the same way that Tina or Heather or any of the other girls were; sure, he was attractive. Almost insultingly so. He had the bad boy look- the bad boy everything. The Sammy Hagar hair, the leather jacket and button up shirts, the sparkling blue eyes- alright. So yeah, he was hot and definitely a hot mess just dying to happen.

But through the flirting, the crooked grins and the attitude, there was something in Billy Hargrove that was screaming. Something that made you want to joke, to tease and make him laugh. Under it all, he was sad. Maybe just as sad as you were. And like a magnet, it’s starting to pull you in.

There was no sun here, the cubby masked in shade, and even without the wind it made your fingers numb as you dug in your pocket for a cigarette. You glanced around the small space and couldn’t stop the disappointment from slouching your shoulders.

“You lookin’ for somebody?”

The sun reflected off the roof of the building as you squinted up, shielding your eyes to find him. Billy’s collar was turned up against the cold, cigarette in undoubtedly cold fingers. His arm hung lazily off of his knee, flicking the ashes over the side of the dumpster he was sitting on. The other leg hung off the side, swinging absently just a few feet from you.

“What are you doing up there?”

Billy raised the cigarette. “Smoking.”

Sticking the cigarette in your teeth, you approached the dumpster and grabbed the edge, hoisting yourself up by him. Your boots slid against the side of the dumpster, proving it to be a more difficult task than expected. Billy chuckled under his breath, sticking his own cigarette in his mouth and offering you his hands. He pulled you up, barely straining a muscle as your rear end hit the lid beside him.

With no walls to protect you, you pulled your hood up over your head. Your hair and face peeked out the front, cheeks turning red quickly. You fumbled for your lighter as Billy puffed on his cigarette.

“Here.” He turned toward you, leaning closer with a hand cupped around the butt. You followed suit, the end of your cigarette touching his as you inhaled. The smoke filled your lungs and you sat back, trying to ignore the warmth of his shoulder and thigh that were touching yours.

“Thanks.”

The two of you sat in silence for a long moment, flicking ashes below and blowing smoke toward the sky. “Who’s Kurt?”

“What?”

“Kurt Kelley,” he clarified, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “Heard a rumor about you and him today.”

You peer at Billy, pushing your hood back just enough to get a good look at him. He’s staring ahead, the blue of his eyes focused on the roof. The fog in front of his lips comes from the cold, not the cigarette smoldering in his hand. “He graduated last year.”

Smoke billows out of Billy’s nose. “And?”

“And,” you repeat, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “That depends what version of the story you heard.”

Billy chuckles under his breath. “How ‘bout the truth?”

The November wind drags Billy’s hair over his cheek. He makes no effort to brush it away, letting it stick to his chapped lips. He jabs the cigarette on the metal, letting it sizzle out.

“The truth is, Kurt Kelley is a liar,” you sigh. “Why do you care, anyway?”

Billy’s lips twitch into a smirk. “Here I thought we were friends.”

“You don’t even know me,” you tell him.

“I know you like Joan Jett.”

“That was a dead giveaway.”

He turns his head, finally looking at you. The sun lights up half his face, the side that’s turned toward you, and you can make out every detail. He’s a Renaissance painting, made of winter blues and summer tans, and every flaw is lit up in a November halo.

“Maybe I wanna know you,” Billy says.

For the first time, you feel intimidated by him. “How’s that?”

He kisses you, and it’s warm and sweet and tastes like oranges; he’s a spot of summer, warm on your lips and the fingers that come to touch your face feel like fire. He’s hot and you’re freezing, leaning into his touch like it will save you from turning to ice. There’s an underlying taste of ash and wintergreen gum, and when he pulls away and licks his lips, you wonder if he tastes all of it too.

Your cheeks are flushed, pink crawling up over your nose. Your lips are pouted, starting to chap from the cold, but they’re still warm when he leans back, and now he’s looking at you like you’re the painting.

“How very.”

His laugh is genuine- not at all the wolfish cackle you’d heard every time before, but a burst of sunlight coming from deep in his chest. His tongue gets caught between his teeth, and somewhere faraway, you can hear bells. School bells. Below, a rush of voices pass the door that led you to the dumpster, and to Billy.

“We’re late,” you whisper, indifferent. Billy just nods, not even blinking.

He stands, adjusting his jeans before he grabs the edge of the dumpster and swings himself down. You scoot after him, legs hanging over, peering down. It’s not a far drop, but Billy stands there anyway, hand up to help you down. You land between him and the green metal, Billy looking down at you like he might kiss you again.

“Go out with me tonight,” he says. Billy’s teeth scrape his bottom lip, drawing it into what might be construed as a hopeful expression. “Let me know you.”

“That’s the most forward thing you’ve ever said to me.” You inhale, the air crisp and cold in your lungs. “Is this because of Kurt? ‘Cause you think I’ll sleep with you?”

Billy snorts, stuffing his hands in his pockets and taking a step back. He should have been offended, and normally, he’d at least pretend to be. But your question had not been accusatory- only curious, and honestly, he didn’t think you would in a million years.

“I don’t care about what you did or didn’t do,” he shrugs. “And if you tell me to leave you alone and go fuck myself, I’ll leave you alone and go fuck myself.”

It’s a terrible, horrible, no-good idea. Saying yes to Billy was to invite the wolf inside, to open the door that you had left closed for a long, long time. He’d already taken a bite of Tina and Heather and Vicky and-- all those girls, left for scraps. Begging for another taste of Billy Hargrove. If he huffed and puffed, maybe you’d be left wanting more, too.

“Yeah. Okay, yeah.”

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johns-prince · 4 years

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Music Mix: John Lennon

1st || 2nd

The Hills || The Weeknd

I only fuck you when it's half past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

In The Night || The Weeknd

He sang a song when he did it He was cold and he was so unforgiving Now she dances to the song on the minute Yeah, all the time, all the time It make her weak when she hear it

Uncomfortable || Chase Atlantic

I'm coming down heavy from the Adderall Borderline drowning in these messy thoughts I'll come down once I get some more This substance got a hold on me, I'm insecure

I'm hearing voices, what the fuck's that sound? I'm going through problems I shouldn't talk about I'm thinking it's over but, shit, I'll ride it out

No Friends || Chase Atlantic

I ain’t got no friends in this You should stay away, I fell aggressive I know I asked politely but I’m anxious And I don’t need you preachin’ ‘bout whatever I might lose my shit and leave forever

I ain't got no friends On the guest list, no I ain't got no friends On my mattress, no I ain't got no friends Oh, you an actress? Act this Walk the fuck away and don't look back, bitch

Heartless || The Weeknd

'Cause I'm heartless And I'm back to my ways 'cause I'm heartless All this money and this fame got me heartless Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless Said I'm heartless Tryna be a better man but I'm heartless Never be a wedding plan for the heartless Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless

I lost my heart and my mind I tried to always do right I thought I lost you this time You just came back in my life You never gave up on me (why don't you?) I'll never know what you see (why won't you?) I don't do well when alone (oh, yeah) You hear it clear in my tone

Therapy || All Time Low

My ship went down in a sea of sound When I woke up alone, I had everything A handful of moments, I wished I could change And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade

Give me a therapy, I'm a walking travesty But I'm smiling at everything Therapy, you were never a friend to me And you can keep all your misery

Arrogant boy Love yourself so no one has to They're better off without you (They're better off without you)

Arrogant boy 'Cause a scene like you're supposed to They'll fall asleep without you You're lucky if your memory remains

I’m Still Here || John Rzeznik

I am a question to the world not and answer to be Heard or a moment that's held in your arms and what do you think you'd ever say I won't listen anyway you don't know me and I'll never be what you want me to be and what do you think you'd understand I'm a boy no, I'm a man You can't take me and throw me away And how can you learn what's never shown Yeah you stand here on your own They don't know me Cause I'm not here

And I want a moment to be real Wanna touch things I don't feel Wanna hold on and feel I belong And how can the world want me to change They're the ones that stay the same They don't know me Cause I'm not here

And you see the things they never see All you wanted I could be Now you know me and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man They can't break me As long as I know who I am

They can't see me But I'm still here

Silhouette || Owl City

I'm tired of waking up in tears, 'Cause I can't put to bed these phobias and fears I'm new to this grief I can't explain; But I'm no stranger to the heartache and the pain The fire I began, is burning me alive But I know better than to leave and let it die I'm a silhouette asking every now and then Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again? I'm a Silhouette chasing rainbows on my own But the more I try to move on the more I feel alone So I watch the summer stars to lead me home I'm sick of the past I can't erase, A jumble of footprints and hasty steps I can't retrace, The mountains of things that I still regret, Is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget (No matter where I go)

Get Off My Back || Bryan Adams

Well you think that you can take me on You must be crazy There ain't a single thing you've done That's gonna phase me Oh, but if you want to have a go I just wanna let you know

Get off my back! And into my game Get out of my way! And out of my brain Get outta my face! Or give it your best shot I think it's time you better face the fact Get off of my back!

I’m Born to Run || American Authors

I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run I'm gonna spend my time like tomorrow won't come Do whatever I want like I'm born to run I wanna see Paris, I wanna see Tokyo I wanna be careless even if I break my bones I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run

Mad Hatter Cover || Toogla

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong Over the bend, entirely bonkers You like me best when I'm off my rocker Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed So what if I'm crazy? The best people are

Déjà Vu || 3oh!3

Mister bartender, you will kick me out And the blond girl in the back, you'll put your tongue down my mouth And the greaser in the jacket's gonna pick a fight And they'll probably kick my ass 'cause I'm drunk every night

Officer, officer, tell me the truth How many times can I get in trouble with you Before they lock me up for all the bad things that I do But you don't and that's why this feels like déjà vu

Everywhere I Go || Hollywood Undead

When I start drinking My dick does all my thinking Hoes want to be scene with me And I like their big fake titties D cup with extra filling Take it out let me lick it quickly Calm down its just a hickie I'll blame it on this whisky sipping gets me tipsy Drink fast and enjoy your buzz Take back street to avoid the fuzz I wanna take you home but your friends won't let ya I gotta 40 in my ford fiesta Buy beer Or pay the rent My signing bonus was quickly spent So I beat my meat like I'm a fucking butcher And I punk the pussy like I'm Ashton Kutcher!

Afraid || The Neighborhood

All my friends always lie to me I know they're thinking You're too mean, I don't like you, fuck you anyway You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs It hurts but I won't fight you You suck anyway You make me wanna die, right when I

When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place

Being me can only mean Feeling scared to breathe If you leave me then I'll be afraid of everything That makes me anxious, gives me patience, calms me down Lets me face this, let me sleep, and when I wake up Let me breathe

Take What You Want || Post Malone ft. Ozzy Osbourne

I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone You bled me dry just like the tears you never show Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go

I never needed anything from you ...And all I ever asked was for the truth (all I ever asked was for) You showed your tongue and it was forked in two Your venom was lethal, I almost believed you (almost believed you) Yeah, you preyed on my every mistake Waited on me to break, held me under hopin' I would drown Like a plague, I was wasting away Tryna find my way out, find my way out (find my way out)

Mantra || Bring Me the Horizon

Before the truth will set you free, it'll piss you off Before you find a place to be, you're gonna lose the plot Too late to tell you now, one ear and right out the other one 'Cause all you ever do is chant the same old mantra

Breaking the Habit || Linkin Park

I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate And say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way I’ll never be alright

Bleed it Out || Linkin Park

Filthy mouth, no excuse Find a new place to hang this noose String me up from atop these roofs Knot it tight so I won't get loose

Truth is you can stop and stare Bled myself out and no one cares Dug a trench out, laid down there With a shovel up out of reach somewhere

Mama, help me, I've been cursed Death is rolling in every verse Candy paint on his brand new hearse

Can't contain him; He knows he works Fuck this hurts, I won't lie Doesn't matter how hard I try Half the words don't mean a thing

Figure.09 || Linkin Park

Nothing ever stops all these thoughts and the pain attached to them Sometimes I wonder why this is happenin' It's like nothing I can do would distract me when I think of how I shot myself in the back again 'Cause from the infinite words I can say I Put all pain you gave to me on display But didn't realize instead of setting it free I Took what I hated and made it a part of me

....

Hearing your name the memories come back again I remember when it started happening I see you n' every thought I had and then The thoughts slowly found words attached to them And I knew as they escaped away I was committing myself to em n' everyday I regret saying those things 'cause now I see that I Took what I hated and made it a part of me

Lying From You || Linkin Park

When I pretend Everything is what I want it to be I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see When I pretend I can forget about the criminal I am Stealing second after second just cause I know I can, but I can't pretend this is the way it will stay, I'm just (Trying to bend the truth) I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be

....

I remember what they taught to me Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be Remember listening to all of that and this again So I pretended up a person who was fitting in And now you think this person really is me and I'm (trying to bend the truth) But the more I push The more I'm pulling away

Lithium || Nirvana

I'm so happy because today I've found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you We've broken our mirrors

...

I'm so lonely but that's okay I shaved my head And I'm not sad And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard But I'm not sure I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there But I don't care I'm so horny but that's okay My will is good

#john lennon #john lennon mix

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echo-bleu · 4 years

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Vacation

Alex and Michael are on vacation in Paris. This is pure, self-indulgent fluff.

For @acomebackstory, whose prompt was "Malex on vacation in France. Michael keeps attempting to speak bad french with a terrible accent and all the locals hate him and Alex is giving everyone apologetic looks"

This went a little off prompt, but I hope you like it! Every single location and random fact mentioned is real :)

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"First real day of vacation,” Michael says, stretching in the huge hotel bed.

Alex props himself up on his elbow and smiles. “You excited?”

“Yeah! Paris, baby!”

Michael punches the air, and they both laugh. “It's gonna be amazing,” Michael says more quietly.

“You've ever been on vacation before?”

Michael bites his lip. “Not really. Never had someone to go with, or jobs I could take time off from. I took the Airstream out to a couple of places overnight back when I first got it, but that's it. Yesterday was my first time flying.”

Alex feels a little sad at that. He'd pieced it together, from Michael's anxiousness over this vacation and what he's told him about his life in Roswell over the last decade, but it's another thing to hear it confirmed.

“What about you?” Michael asks.

“I've been stationed in different places, and I usually went to explore if I got a chance,” Alex answers. “Mostly on my own, sometimes with the guys from the base, but I've never done something like this.”

“You mean going on a vacation as a couple?”

“Well, yeah, but also picking a place and deciding to go there just to have fun.”

Neither of them asks if they went on vacation as a child. They have something of a tacit agreement not to bring up their childhoods for no good reason, though they've spent many hours talking about the things they've been through. There's just no point ruining their fun by bringing up bad memories.

“So what's the plan for today?” Michael asks. “You said we wouldn't go see the Eiffel Tower until the last day, what are we doing until then?”

“Don't worry, there's plenty of other things to do in Paris. I thought we walk around here, maybe go see Notre-Dame?”

“Didn't it burn down?”

“Only the roof. It's closed to the public, but it's mostly interesting from the outside anyway.”

“How do you know all this? You've been here before?”

“No,” Alex shakes his head, sitting up. “I just did my homework. I like having a plan. You want the shower first?”

“Nah, you take it so you can do your PT while I shower.”

“Thanks.”

Alex is quick as always in the shower, a lifetime of military showers only slowed down a little by the need to sit down. Thankfully, he made sure that the hotel room was accessible before he booked it. By the time he's done, Michael is ready to take his place, and he's even pushed away the armchair to make space for Alex's slim PT mat.

They go down to breakfast half an hour later. The hotel restaurant is lively but not too noisy, and their table is in a corner. They're immediately served croissants and a choice of drinks.

Alex sweetly thanks the waitress in French and she smiles back, answering in kind.

“How do you speak French so well?” Michael asks.

“I told you, I was based in Tunisia for a while,” Alex answers, turning back to him.

“And you learned all the languages of the places you were in? Wait, don't Tunisian speak Arabic?”

“And French. Tunisia was a French colony. I had enough high school French to get by, and my Arabic was really bad, so I took Arabic classes in French.”

“Why would you even do that?” Michael grumbles. “You're such a nerd.”

“That's why you love me,” Alex snorts.

“Who says that's why? I may be secretly hoping to siphon the nerd out of you.”

Alex shakes his head. “You're just as much a nerd as I am. Why do you think I've planned for us to go the Palais de la Découverte tomorrow? They have a huge space exhibition and a conference on exoplanets.”

Michael throws up his arms. “Okay, you've got me. Exoplanets, really?”

“Yeah. I doubt there's going to be anything on telekinetic aliens, but I thought it worth checking out anyway.”

“You're amazing.”

Michael leans in to kiss him, but Alex pulls back, laughing. “Hey, you have a mouthful of croissant!”

“What? They're so good!”

Alex takes one crutch with him when they leave the hotel. He's going to need the support if they're on their feet all day, and he can only pray that his leg with hold up to the end of the week. Michael stops by the front desk in the lobby and butchers some French at the receptionist, grabbing a few pamphlets.

“So,” he starts when they're both standing on the sidewalk outside the hotel. “Where to?” He unfolds one of the pamphlets, which turns out to be a map. “Notre Dame is...there, and we're…can you help me out here?”

Alex watches him with amusement. “Are you actually using a paper map? Who even does that anymore?”

“I do,” Michael says sullenly, struggling to refold the map.

Alex pulls out his phone and brings up Google Maps. “We need to go in this direction,” he points.

Paris, or at least its center, turns out to be a real maze, though. After only a few minutes, they realize that they've been going in the wrong direction, and nothing is making sense, despite the blue dot on Alex's phone supposed to tell them where they are.

“Shit,” Alex beats himself up. “I'm supposed to be trained in this.”

“Not everything is enemy territory,” Michael shrugs. “How about we ask someone?”

Alex bites his lip. He's not quite ready to admit that stopping someone in the streets to ask for directions features in some of his nightmares−it's so stupid. It's a simple thing, yet he can't bring himself to do it.

“Pardon, ici c'est le rue Moon-gee?” Michael loudly asks a woman passing them before he can make a decision. (Sorry, here it is the Moon-gee street?)

The woman looks bewildered and Alex groans, dipping his head in embarrassment.

“Excusez-nous,” he says, summoning his courage. It's easier once the first contact has been made. “Nous cherchons Notre-Dame.” (Excuse us, we're looking for Notre-Dame)

“Descendez la rue jusqu'au bout, et vous la verrez sur la droite,” the woman answers without hesitation. (Go down the street to the end, and you'll see in on your right)

“Merci beaucoup,” Alex smiles at her. (Thank you very much)

“What did I do wrong?” Michael asks.

“It's pronounced 'Monj',” Alex says.

“But why? That doesn't make sense,” Michael complains.

“French spelling actually makes a lot more sense than English once you learn the rules.”

“That can't be true. All those letters that aren't even pronounced?”

Alex shrugs. “Believe what you will,” he smirks.

“Are you making fun of me?”

Alex goes to answer with something flippant, but there's an edge to Michael's voice that wasn't there before. “I'm not,” he says honestly. “I admire that you're bold enough to speak French even though you don't know much of the language. I really do. And there's nothing wrong with a paper map.”

Michael deflates. “I just...I want to get the full experience, you know?”

“I get that,” Alex says. “So do I.” Timidly, he holds his hand out to Michael.

“You think we can do that here?” Michael asks.

“There are so many tourists around, no one is paying attention,” Alex insists.

Michael grabs his hand and holds onto it tightly.

“Just relax. Enjoy the moment.”

“I love you,” Michael says in his ear.

Alex squeezes his hand with a smile.

Notre-Dame's parvis is packed with tourists, so Alex and Michael just take a few moments to admire the huge front, then decide to tour the island it stands on. Behind the front towers, the whole roof is missing, and the stones seem to be held up by scaffolding and no little amount of luck.

They walk hand in hand on the riverside, soaking in the spring sun. The tip of the island, where the two arms of the river meet, has a weeping willow overlooking the water, and they sit for a while on a bench under it. They're even daring enough to kiss.

Alex starts feeling his leg pull after walking for a couple of hours, despite their frequent breaks and the crutch. He tries not to feel guilty about slowing them down, and instead takes them to a small café on the other side of the bridge.

He lets Michael order them coffee in French, only speaking up to provide him with the vocabulary he's missing. The café's little patio overlooks the Seine and it feels a little like paradise, sitting in the sun together, admiring Notre Dame's towers and Paris's architecture from afar. They end up staying for lunch as well.

“We can go get ice cream for desert, I saw that the place that supposedly has the best in Paris is not far from here,” Alex offers.

“Ice cream sounds good, but I want to try crêpes as well,” Michael says.

“We have a week, we can try whatever you want. Did you know crêpes can make up a full meal too? Breton restaurants make buckwheat crêpes that are stuffed with just about anything you want.”

“Okay, then we have to try that.”

The ice creams, from a tiny place on the twin island, are amazing. Alex and Michael lick at their cones while ambling along, playfully stealing each other's ice cream.

They walk a little further along the river, finding barges that actually seem to be lived in, and then a park with blooming flowers at the water level. They end up in the Jardin des Plantes, admiring the color-themed flowerbed and the rare trees, the flora as different from the New Mexico desert as it can be.

Michael steals Alex's phone and looks up every plant they come across.

“I didn't know you liked plants so much,” Alex tells him.

“Not many to geek about in the desert. I've always been curious, but I've never seen so many species in one place before. Or that much green, really.”

“I'll have to take you out more often,” Alex laughs, thinking of the landscapes and forest of Oregon and northern California where he was stationed.

“Did you know there was another river flowing under here once?” Michael reads from the phone. “The...Bee-ye-ver?”

“Bièvre,” Alex corrects, looking over his shoulder. “Almost.”

“Whatever. It was buried under the city because it became too dirty. Seems like a strange idea. Oh, they have a mineralogy exhibition!”

“You mean like stones?”

“Yes! Can we go?”

Michael is giddy with excitement, almost jumping up and down. Alex laughs and nods. How can he say no to that face?

The exhibition turns out to be fairly small, but beautiful, made up of crystals and gems of all sizes. Alex finds Michael staring at large meteorite fragments.

“It's stupid, but I feel a sort of kinship with them,” he explains. “Not like we came from the same place, but there aren't a lot of stuff on Earth that came directly from space.”

“No, I get it. It's like…going to a foreign country where no one speaks English, and running into an Australian?”

Michael laughs. “You know, I actually have no idea if that metaphor is good or not. This is the first time I've been out of the US, beside, you know, before the crash.”

“Right. Definitely have to take you out more.”

“I'll hold you to that. Do you want to go back to the hotel?”

Alex frowns uncomprehendingly at the sudden change of subject. “Why?”

“Your limp is getting worse. It might be time to call it a day, no?”

Alex sighs. “I feel like we've barely done anything.”

“Alex, it's been an amazing day. I mean it. But I really don't want it to end with you in pain.”

“Okay,” Alex nods, biting his lip. “Yes, I probably need to rest my leg. Maybe we can go back out for a walk after dinner, or at least find a nice place to eat.”

“Sure. Hey, taking care of you is also part of this vacation, and it's something I'm going to enjoy, okay? You're not taking anything from me, or whatever you're thinking.”

“I know,” Alex sighs as Michael pulls him closer. “I still need some adjusting, I guess.”

Michael puts an arm around him. “Then we'll adjust together.”

“I love you,” Alex murmurs into the hug. He doesn't say it often, and he feels Michael squeeze him tighter. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I couldn't be happier to be right here with you.”

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years

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rules of the game (2/3) chris motionless x reader

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part 1 part 2 part 3

i couldnt just leave ya hanging right? ;)

(usually I do a different part every day but I think this story deserves to be posted in the same day so here it is, enjoy)

Song: a little less sixteen candles a little more touch met by fall out boy

tag list: @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @svintsandghosts @thisplace-ishaunted @joeybarber @ryansitkowskiswifey @musicsexandpizza69

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I watched Chris out of the corner of my eye as he drove me home. I kept picking at my pocket, thinking about if I really wanted to let him go through with the bracelet rules. Of course they were stupid, and putting them on you never really think about them actually breaking but here we were. It was an accident after all. I sighed heavily.

"Hey Chris?"

He tapped his hand on the steering wheel along with the song.

"Yeah?"

I looked out the window at the passing buildings.

"Could we go to the look out instead?"

When he stopped at the stop light i looked over at him.

"You wanna go to the look out?"

I cleared my throat and nodded.

"Not ready to go home yet."

I looked ahead as he kept driving.

"Okay, yeah we can go to the look out. If that's what you want."

I tapped my hand nervously on my thigh.

"Yeah."

i heard his blinker and watched as the trees came into view. the look out was way back in the woods, hidden away from the rest of the world. most of our classmates had notoriously made it the make out spot for a while but it was otherwise a nice get away. it was also supposedly haunted by teens that had been pushed off the cliff sometime in the late 80's but it was just rumors. often times chris and i had found our way to the look out to sit on the roof of his car and watch the sky or even just talk for hours on end. it had sort of become our spot after everyone else moved the make out spot to the park across town. guess they didnt like the idea of ghosts watching them get hot and heavy. his car drove wobbly as it went over the gravel entrance, making its way to the dirt trail. when the cliff came into view i let out the breath i didnt realize i was holding in. i was actually contemplating this. he parked and looked at me but i didnt look back, i just got out like i always did.

"so are we talking or chilling?"

he asked from his side of the car, watching as i climbed up onto the hood and sat in front of the window.

"not sure yet."

he laughed a little before coming to sit next to me. i inhaled deeply, the smell of the woods surrounding us filling my senses in the best way possible. the sun felt warm on my skin and i couldnt have asked for better weather. the breeze swung around us, pulling my hair off my shoulder as the trees rustled in the background.

"isnt it beautiful?"

i asked, noting the clouds rolling overhead.

"uh yeah i guess."

he said making me laugh a little bit and shake my head. i scooted over a bit and laid back against the windshield of his car, crossing my hands under my head.

"have you ever thought about kissing me?"

i asked, not moving my gaze from the clouds moving above me. one of them was in the shape of an elephant and made me smile.

"is this about the bracelet? i told you we didnt have to-"

"just answer the question chris."

i cut him off, turning my head to look at him. he was looking down at the space between us.

"yeah. yes. i have."

i nodded and looked back up at the blue sky.

"so have i."

he raised a brow.

"wait, really?"

i sat back up, scooting back up the hood a little bit.

"well yeah. ive always wondered what it would be like. like a lot of times i just shake it off cause i kind of think about what it would be like with a lot of people but for some reason youre the only person i consistently think about it."

"huh."

he said, looking ahead of us and thinking.

"like not in a weird way, of course, but like i guess youre just my best friend and i spend the most time with you so i guess you on my brain a lot."

"right."

he said nonchalantly. then he looked over at me.

"so does that mean you want the hickie?"

i shrugged.

"i dont know what i want anymore."

then he leaned towards me and kissed my cheek. my eyes were wide despite the conversation we had just had.

"i mean, id gladly oblige."

i looked over at him half smiling at me. damn i was really gonna do this huh? i pushed forward and kissed him quickly, barely a peck on the lips. he was quick to retaliate though, bringing his hand to hold my face and kissing me for real. it was soft and gentle as he moved his mouth against mine. i sighed out as he pulled away.

"is it shitty to say that was my first kiss?"

i said a bit bashfully. he smiled widely at me.

"no, not shitty. its cute."

he said endearingly. i remembered when he had told me he first kissed someone. he was so excited but it was just a peck, nothing more nothing less.

"how bout that hickie though?"

i asked, feeling the blush creep its way to my face, the cool breeze feeling better now on my heated features.

"we can work up to it."

he said with a wink, scooting his body closer to mine. i wasnt exactly sure what that meant but it made my stomach flip. i looked down as he laced our fingers together.

"lets start off slow."

he said quietly, like he would break some kind of untold rule if he spoke above a whisper. i nodded as he leaned forward and captured my lips in his again. it was slow and smooth, kissing him over and over again almost felt like the sensation of warm caramel melting as you ate it. it was much more different than i thought it would be but it was nice. we slowly made out, building up until he pushed me down against the windshield, resting his one arm above my head and continuing to kiss me. i wasnt sure if this would go further but i liked the idea that it might. i knew for a fact neither of us had been with anyone physically yet and that scared me. his movements got a little more needy as he began kissing me a little rougher, trailing his free hand across my throat. i moaned into him before he started kissing across my jaw. i tried to steady my nervous breathing as he made his was down my neck.

"chris."

i sighed out. he just hummed against my skin as he began sucking and biting it, holding me loosely in place. i could feel him getting closer to my body, not that it was necessarily possible, he was already practically laying on top of me. he moaned into me as i felt his hand start slowly moving further down. i grabbed his hand and he froze, looking up at me. i sat up immediately and swung my legs over the side of the car, breathing deeply and running my hands over my face. he placed his hand gently on my shoulder.

"im sorry y/n, i shouldve asked if you wanted more. you didnt exactly say to stop, i thought you were enjoying it. i just, im sorry."

i shook my head.

"no, its fine. i thought i did but maybe i was wrong."

i turned to look at him.

"well you at least got your hickie."

he laughed nervously, making me smile at him. i turned back around and kissed him reassuringly.

"thanks chris."

he looked down at my lips quickly before kissing me again.

"any time."

then something hit him in the back of the head, making his hat go flying. it scared the shit out of me, making me scream. he held me to him, looking around at what couldve done it but there was nothing there.

"i think the ghosts are mad."

he nodded quickly.

"i think youre right, lets go."

i nodded back before he let me go, both of us getting off the car. i picked up his hat and slid into the passenger side, buckling my seat belt as fast as i could as he turned the car on.

"okay no more making out at the look out."

i said a little shaken, reaching over and putting his hat back on him.

"yeah i think youre right. late night conversations yes, kissing absolutely not."

i laughed a little bit before leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"who knew a bunch of teens would be mad about other teens having a little fun."

he laughed at my comment, side eyeing me as he pulled back out onto the main street.

"maybe thats how they died."

he said, winking at me. my face went straight and i shivered at the thought.

"well, they do say go out with a bang."

he looked at me for a second before we both started laughing hysterically.

"whatever, if you wanna go out with a bang im sure we can arrange something."

i smiled in amusement at his comment.

"glad to know theres an offer there."

i watched him as he turned down the street to my house.

"we're officially adults now, i can offer whatever i want."

when he pulled into my driveway he just looked over at me, staring at me with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

"if youre waiting for a kiss goodbye youre not getting it."

he pouted a bit before leaning over the center consol and tickling me.

"what? no kissy wissy? not even a wittle one?"

he joked, as i squirmed, screaming and laughing as he attacked my sides with his finger tips.

"alright! alright! just one!"

i said, making him stop. we both laughed as he continued holding onto me. i leaned into him and kissed him deeply. when i pulled away i stroked his chin gently.

"goodbye nerd."

he smiled widely at me.

"goodbye loser."

he let me go and popped the door open for me. i pushed it and got out, looking back down into the car at him.

"ill catch ya on the flip side."

i pointed at him.

"and youd better be at graduation practice next week."

he crossed his heart with his finger before holding his hand up in the air.

"and miss out on making fun of the principle giving the end of year speech? unheard of."

i shook my head and moved to close the door.

"bye chris."

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bricousland · 4 years

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Chapter 9: The Dawn Will Come

Chapter Eight Chapter Seven Chapter Six Chapter Five

Chapter Four Chapter Three Chapter Two Chapter One

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The road home was solemn. Alistair was weak and could only ride a few hours at a time; between that and his nightmares, progress was slow and it took them twice as long to return to Skyhold.

During the journey, Briana sustained her fair share of injuries and more than once, Nanami had to step in and wrap Alistair in a sleeping spell when his delusions became unmanageable. These fits ended travel for the day and left the group waiting for another bout of sanity so they could continue home. The Fade haunted Alistair; he saw demons when there were none and enemies in his friends. During his lucidity, Alistair fell into terrible depressions as he remembered the pain his barbarity caused everyone--especially Briana. He sobbed, apologized, and tried to ostracize himself from the party. During those times, only Briana could bring him back, sometimes with kind words and other times with him slung over her shoulder. It was a long, hard trip filled with a lot less laughter and more tears. No one complained though, not even Sera who was eager to return home.

Nanami kept her distance from the group and rode at the back of the line. She stayed close enough to Briana and Alistair to step in, but far enough away to avoid conversation. Sera was able to coax her into a conversation here and there but Nanami was disengaged and distracted.

Once they arrived at Skyhold, they were treated to a hero’s welcome. Cullen’s men met them at the gates in straight rows with their armor shining. Josephine and the nobility that were currently in attendance greeted them with cheers. Briana kept herself and Cullen between Alistair and the visiting aristocrats, though they tried their very best to grab the attention of the would-be-king.

Leliana doted on them and had every nurse on staff examine Alistair. When she was satisfied that he was in good physical health, she escorted them to their bedroom and set two of her best scouts outside. The cheers and conversation faded as the door closed with a heavy boom behind them. There was complete silence in the small stone room. The two of them were alone for the first time since the day they had separated so many years ago.

Briana was at a loss for words. She stood tense, in the middle of the room with her fists at her sides. She looked at her axe propped near her pillow and her armor, carefully put away. The danger of the journey was over but a piece of her felt like she was back at camp with a darkspawn ambush waiting to happen. ”

Alistair finished washing his (now clean shaven) face but, when he turned around and his smile faded. “You’re afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid.” Briana shook out the tension in her hands and rolled her shoulders, “You’d never kill me.”

“We don’t know that”

“I know it.”

“Fine, then what’s bothering you?”

“You were dead, Alistair.” the words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself ”I heard your heart stop beating and I gave up. I was ready to follow you and to die right there at your side.” hysteria crawled into her throat, “But then you came back, and now -- you’re broken! You’re paranoid, sobbing, and apologetic all within short periods of time. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help you and for once I feel powerless.”

“So-- it’s my turn to be the strong one, is it?” Alistair wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. His fingers ran through her hair, and his cheek pressed against the top of her head. “Briana, you’re here and I know that things have been difficult but I swear to you, every time I look at you, I feel better. Right now, you’re an anchor in a world I barely understand anymore.”

“Why did the Maker bring this war into our bedroom?”Her face pressed against his chest, his skin smelled of soap and rose petals.

His laugh was quiet and gentle. She felt his chin rest on the top of her head, “Because, sleeping with Morrigan won’t fix this one.”

She smiled and gave him a gentle jab in the ribs and she found herself laughing. “You’re right. The Blight was too easy.” Her arms wrapped around his waist. He was so much thinner than she remembered. Losing him had been like losing a piece of herself and now that he was back she had no words to express how alive she felt. He was someone who had seen her at her absolute worst and her absolute best. He never treated her like a hero and always showed her more compassion than she deserved. It was finally her turn to do the same for him.

“I love you” He whispered in her ear, “and I’ll never let you leave my side again.”

“You’ll have to.” Briana stepped out of his arms and removed her shirt. She turned her back to him and showed him the exposed, darkspawn poison that crawled through her veins. “Now, I have to find that cure. I can hear the song, I can ignore it for now, but we know what’s coming if I don’t go.”

His hand was warm to the touch as it grazed her blackened flesh, “This shouldn’t be happening to you yet. I’m the senior Grey Warden and I don’t have a touch of it. I’m coming with you.”

“No.” Briana tossed her shirt to the side and turned to face him, even from the front some of the blight peered over her shoulder. She took his hand and ran her fingers over his knuckles. Her touch was soft but her voice was hard, “You’ll be a liability.”

“You’re using your Hero voice”

“I don’t have a hero voice. This is my serious voice. Al, you know you can’t come as you are.”

Alistair looked like he wanted to argue for a moment but after a few twisted and unpleasant features, his shoulder slumped and he nodded. “And if the Blight worsens?”

“If it becomes too much to bear I will return to Highever.”

“Promise me.”

“Alistair, I promise you, no matter how this ends, my final hours will be spent holding your hand.” She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled his face into her’s for a long, much needed kiss. His teeth caught her bottom lip and her hands slid down his body, feeling every bone and scar along the way. Her lips moved to his neck while her hand slid down his pants.

“Maker.” His breath was hot against her ear. His arms found their way around her and pulled her close again. The touch of his fingertips against several jagged scars sent a shiver up her spine. Briana tugged him towards the bed; her fingers caught the lacing of his pants and with one quick pull they fell around his ankles.

She slid back on the bed. He crawled after her and kneeled in front of her on the mattress. His hands cupped her face and he pulled her forward for a long, deep kiss. When they stopped, his smile was coy and playful. She pressed the tip of her nose against his, “I’ll be gentle. I don’t want to break you.”

Alistair laughed and pushed her onto her back, “Oh, shut up.” he leaned over her and blew their bedside candle out. In the dark she felt his warm body on top of her and his arms beneath her. When her legs wrapped around his waist, for the first time in a long time Briana Cousland felt whole.

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The stars danced in the sky over the Frostbacks. Orlesian and Ferelden nobility alike made an appearance. Everyone was there to celebrate the reuniting of the Hero of Ferelden with her one true love and all of it because of, and thanks to, the Inquisition. Josephine couldn’t have been happier. Nobles were already spinning tales of the Inquisitor’s gentle heart compelling her to brave the Fade again to right a wrong. It was a tale for bards to someday sing of--Maryden already was, actually.

While having Orlesians and Fereldens under the same roof was stressful, Cullen and his men kept them separated and intimidated enough to keep the peace. The cooks were in a panic. The Orlesian food was too rich for the Fereldens and Ferelden food was ‘as good as rotting fish’ to the Orlesians. Even Nanami, and Briana were expended. They attended feast after feast as noble parties arrived to partake in the events. Alistair, was the only one excused from the rush of attention. He made intermittent appearances to the nobility orchestrated by Josephine; he was introduced and excused from the dinners in such a manner that the nobility didn’t think to question his absences.

Tonight was the last night Briana and Alistair would be with the Inquisition before they set off to Highever. Briana’s brother, Fergus had already arrived the previous day with a royal escort for the two of them. It included a beautiful oak carriage with thick velvet drapes and a private guard hand picked by Leliana and Cullen.

Briana was in Nanami’s room getting ready for the ball. Josephine brought them gowns to wear. She said a ball was no place for Grey Warden armor or beige lounge wear. The two women sat in chairs while stylists brushed and pinned their hair. Nanami nursed a cup of tea, bored and irritated while Briana seemed relaxed and confident, instructing the stylist to fix a pin here or to tighten a ribbon there. It was at times like these the Warden’s noble birth stood out.

“You know, Alistair has never seen me in a dress.” Briana took a cup of tea when it was offered. She tried to look at Nanami but the stylist turned her chin so she was facing forward again.

“Really? Not even at your wedding?” Nanami’s hair had been brushed until it shone like black silk and now it was being twisted and pinned. Her stylist cooed and fawned over the style but Nanami didn’t understand a word of his thick Orlesian accent.

“Yes. The Chantry mother was there to oversee it, all the papers were signed. It was all very official. We were in our armor in the Commander’s office. The Wardens wanted to send me out on another mission and I refused to leave Weishaupt until I was married. It was the least romantic thing Alistair and I have ever had to endure.”

Nanami laughed which, in turn, caused the stylist to panic “Maker, Inquisitor, Haven’t you learned to laugh without tears?” His Orlesian accent was thick and chastising. One of the servant girls came up and dabbed her eyes to wipe the makeup away.

Na’lahni sighed “What will you do after all of this? You’re going back Highever but it sounds like it would be best if you returned to the Wardens. Don’t you want to go to them?”

Briana was quiet while a woman painted her lips a deep ruby red, “I’m taking Alistair to Highever and I’ll stay with him for a little longer but, I’ll leave within a few weeks to finish my search for a cure for the Blight.” She pressed her lips onto a tissue when prompted, “Regardless of the outcome of that search, we’ve agreed that we will not be returning to the Wardens. All we ever wanted was a family and a place to belong. The Wardens turned on Alistair in my absence. I won’t forgive them for that. Thedas is in good hands and really doesn’t need me around with you and the Champion to fix things.”

Nanami smiled as she listened to Briana’s dreams of the future and wondered how many of them would actually come true.

We all get dragged back in, eventually.

“Thank you, Inquisitor.” Briana continued. “You’ve been a friend through all of this, even when I was trying to kill you, you showed me kindness. Can I give you one last piece of advice woman to woman?” Briana dismissed the stylists and other servants that were scurrying around the room. “Go, we look fine.” With a snap of her fingers the staff dispersed in a rush. She turned in her seat her long chocolate curls were left to hang around her shoulders. The front pieces were pulled and pinned behind her ears to give it that ‘intentionally messy’ look the Fereldens seemed to prefer.

“Why not?” One last pin was put in Nanami’s hair. Her thin, silky locks were wound in a thick, intricate Orlesian style behind her head. It showed off her elven ears and big blue eyes. It pulled tightly on her scalp and she wished she had asked a Ferelden to do her hair.

“I said it to you once in Lothering and I am going to say it again. Let Cullen love you.” Before Nanami could interrupt Briana shook her head, “before you try to tell me about Solas listen to what I have to say. I don’t know who Solas is. Sera hates him and while Cullen respects your decision, he’s not too happy with him either. From what I gather, this man ran out on you without a word as to where or why. I don’t question that he loved you. I don’t know anything about him to make that judgement. But, I can say that Alistair would never do that to me. He’d never leave without an explanation; he trusts me implicitly. Just as I trust him.”

Nanami sat back in her chair and looked down at her hands without responding. Briana reached out and held them. “You deserve better than to wait around for someone who might never come back.” Briana leaned back in her seat with a grin. “Besides, I can speak from experience, ex Templars make great lovers and eventually, with some training, great husbands.”

Nanami laughed her her cheeks blushed a shade of soft pink, “I’ll keep that in mind.” A part of her wanted to tell Briana about her experience in the Fade and saying goodbye to Solas, but when she gathered the words she pushed them back down. She rose to her feet and looked into the hearth where dying embers shone and the dining table set for two.

She smiled.

Nanami motioned to the door, “Let’s go.”

The entire hall was lit with warm candlelight and decorations that displayed Inquisition and Warden emblems. Nanami and Briana stood in front of the Inquisitor’s throne while everyone gathered. Briana reached out and took Nanami’s hand. “A new kind of battle.” she whispered. Nanami covered a laugh behind her hand as the hall grew quiet.

One of the many servants in the hall stepped forward and with a booming voice, spoke to the rest of the attendees, “Presenting Lady Inquisitor Nanami Lavellan, Herald of Andraste and Lady Warden Briana Cousland Hero of Ferelden.”

“My what big names we have.” Briana said as she and Nanami descended the steps hand in hand. Against Josephine’s wishes, Leliana had chosen Briana’s dress; it was hunter green silk with deep brown leather around the shoulders and then wrapped around the waist as an oversized belt emblazoned with intricate silver griffins. Nanami felt more awkward in her dress. In an attempt to soothe Josephine, she chose her dress sight unseen. It was soft, ice blue cotton with several creamy silk layers beneath and long billowing sleeves trimmed with silver thread. It was comfortable but the layers made it heavy and she had to hold it up to walk down the stairs.At the base of the stairs, Alistair waited. He wore a suit strikingly similar to what they had worn at Halamshiral. It was white with a green sash made out of the same material as Briana’s dress. Nanami smiled, happy to see he was well enough to make an appearance.

That has Josephine written all over it.

Briana’s smile brightened when she caught sight of her husband. Around him that warrior persona washed away and Briana was just a girl all over again.

“By the Maker you are beautiful.” Alistair took her by the hand and drew Briana in close for a kiss. Nanami stood to the side while the rest of the nobility cheered or hid their masked faces behind lace fans.

“You don’t look so bad yourself. You’re sure you’re up for this?”

“I’m fine. Just don’t leave my side, alright?”

Briana smiled, “Never.”

Nanami walked up a few stairs so she could see the crowd that surrounded them. “Hello, everyone and welcome. We are so glad you could all attend. Briana, Alistair, and I hope that you have the very best night.” She paused a moment as some Ferelden’s cheered from the back while the Orlesians looked disdainfully over their shoulders, “Enjoy the food, enjoy the wine, and enjoy the cakes. Most of all, enjoy dancing. Lady Cousland, if you and Alistair could start us off with a first dance?”

“We would love to!” Briana called up to Nanami.

Alistair looked at Briana, “We would?” Briana swiftly elbowed him in the ribs, “Ow!.” He rubbed his side and nodded to Nanami, “I mean, it would be an honor.”

Everyone clamoured to see the two of them. Nanami stayed up by her throne looking over everything just like she had at every other party. Except this time, she didn’t feel forced to enjoy it. Briana and Alistair were happy, she was able to right one of her many wrongs and save a life. She looked over at Josephine who was basking in her success at yet another flawless party and for once, Nanami felt she could relate.

As the night wore on a few nobles offered her a dance, and as always, she declined. She was happy to watch over everyone else. Briana danced with everyone though. She watched her dance with Iron Bull, Cullen, and Varric with all the grace a noble woman was trained in. On the other hand, she watched Alistair try to dance with a few noble ladies but he didn’t have the same amount of tact as his wife. Seeing her friend drowning, Leliana swooped in and danced with him so he could regain some amount of pride until Briana returned with mussed hair and red cheeks.

As the hours came and went Briana made her way up the steps and stood beside her. Nanami looked over at the Warden, “You seem like you’re having a great time.”

Briana nodded, “I loved dancing and attending balls in Highever. I didn’t like to dress up much but I always enjoyed this. I’ve noticed you haven’t taken to the dance floor.”

Nanami laughed, “I enjoy watching people dance. Their happiness makes me happy.”

“I bet you would have more fun if you danced with someone.”

“Did you really come up here to scold me for not dancing with Cullen?”

Briana shook her head,“Yes and no. Alistair is worn out; he says he’s alright but I can see that he’s slipping.” She tilted her head in Alistair’s direction where he stood talking to Cullen, his hands clenched together and his eyes darting towards Briana for a quick glance. “We are leaving early tomorrow with Fergus, I just wanted to say” Briana extended her hand towards her and Nanami took it “Thank you Inquisitor. If you ever need a sword--or axe, I’m yours.”

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Warden.” Briana smiled and left her at the steps, retrieving Alistair from Cullen’s company.

Nanami moved from her stationary spot and slipped through the crowd to find Cullen leaning against the wall watching over everyone like any good guard. He was dressed in his Halamshiral finery of white and royal blue.

“We’ve had three brawls so far. Orlesians don’t know when to quit with the dog jokes. I bet it’s a national sport. Is everything alright?”

She nodded, “Yes, thanks to you, everything’s been a success.”

“Well good. At least we won’t have to listen to Josephine’s complaints about it in the War Room tomorrow.”

“Cullen, would you… like to dance?” She smoothed her hands over her dress and tucked a piece of stray black hair behind her ear.

“Dance? I don’t-- I mean, yes -- are you sure?”

“Well, I haven’t danced with anyone all night and I’m not really good at it. I thought if I was with you, you’d stop me from making a fool of myself.”

“Well, how could I say no to that?”

Nanami reached out and took his hand in hers and let him lead her out onto the dance floor. Everyone stopped to watch, and out of the corner of her eye, Nanami saw Briana. She leaned against the corner of a narrow hall with Alistair at her side. When their eyes locked the Warden winked before she disappeared around the corner hand in hand with her husband.

Cullen pulled Nanami close and rested a hand on her waist. As the room fell silent, her cheeks became hotter and her hand held his tight. The music was the only noise echoing in the halls. Even the clatter of cups and plates had ceased, all eyes were on the Inquisitor and the Commander. Cullen’s eyes caught hers and he gave her a subtle nod before he guided her into the first steps of a simple waltz. As she followed him, a smile crept onto her face. The music was moderately paced and her lithe elven feet easily adapted to the rhythm around them. After a moment, she didn’t even remember they were being watched. When the song ended there were gloved claps from the Orlesians and merry cheers from the Fereldens. Nanami, face flushed, turned to her audience, gave a timid curtsy, and bow of her head. Cullen, no less abashed gave a gentlemanly bow as well.

“I think I’m going to need some fresh air.” Nanami whispered, “Will you come with me?”

“Maker, yes.” Cullen offered his arm and lead her into the cold mountain air.

As they withdrew from the crowd, they were saluted by two of Cullen’s men stationed at the door. Nanami smiled and took in a deep breath of frigid winter air as they descended the stairs together. “It’s so quiet out here.” Nanami descended the first flight of stairs with her hand still wrapped in the bend of his elbow while her other gathered and lifted the thick layers of her dress.

“It’s better than dancing in front of a room full of people.”

“Agreed.” Nanami laughed and stood on the small platform,looking towards the stables with her arms wrapped around themselves. “I didn’t expect so much attention.” Cullen stood beside her, looking out into the moonlit yard as well. There were so many things Nanami wanted to say but she had no idea where to begin, she wished, just for a moment, she had the same confidence as Briana.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology left her a little flummoxed. “What?” she finally managed, taking her attention away from the yard and onto him.

“The kiss, I wasn’t in my right mind and you were--”

“No. Don’t --” Nanami pinched the bridge of her nose, “Mythal’s horns, I wanted you to.”

“I know, it was foolish and I -- you wanted it?” It was Cullen’s turn to be speechless but a little smile couldn’t help but creep across his face.

“When I was unconscious in Morrigan’s home, I saw Solas and I realized that he didn’t trust me and even if he did love me, I was finished trying to love him. Cullen, I care for you a great deal and I don’t know what’s going to happen but, I know I want to find out. I know that when I look at you, I feel safe and warm even out here in the middle of winter standing on cold stone.” Nanami paused and chewed on her bottom lip. When Cullen didn’t respond, she started again, “I’m not trying to take advantage of your feelings. I only want you to know that they’re not one --” Cullen’s hands grabbed her face and wrapped his fingers in her hair. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips and this time Nanami allowed herself to fall into it. Her hand rested on his arm while another wrapped around his waist. All of the anxiety that had infested her heart a moment before melted away. He felt as immovable as the frostbacks and even in soft cotton and silks he smelled of steel and a well oiled sword.

As their lips parted his hazel eyes looked down at her and tucked some of her hair behind her ears, “I hope that wasn’t too forward.”

“Not at all.” Nanami laughed.

“Should we go back? I’m sure you’re missed.”

“Let’s stay like this a little longer.”

Trespasser

Nanami Lavallen fell through the eluvian clutching what was left of her arm. Her body hit the marble floor with a loud thud and her staff clattered and echoed in the small room. All around her were Orlesian and Ferelden dignitaries gasping and shouting as Inquisition soldiers shielded her from their view. She was blinded from pain and everything around her was blurred chaos. The friends that had come with her, Dorian, Bull, and Sera raced to help her to her feet. Her lip was bloodied and she was hunched over in pain from a few broken ribs. Dorian handed the staff to her and she used it as a cane while she caught her breath.

Josephine and Leliana soon arrived, pushing the crowd out of the room and assuring them everything would be revealed shortly. From outside Nanami heard Orlesians gasping in disapproval before she heard the roar of her Commander, “Get out of my way that is my wife you’re keeping me from!”

“Your what?!” Sera’s voice boomed in her ear causing her head to throb.

“Well that really is a surprise.” Dorian’s softer voice rose among the deep chuckles of Bull who was holding her steady as Cullen rushed to her side. He took her from Bull’s arms and leaned down to come nose to nose with her. Nanami tried to focus but his face was an exhausted blurr.

“Nanami, Nanami what happened?” His voice was panicked as he took notice of her arm.

“I’m alright.” Nanami managed in a soft whisper. Her weight was too much to bare and her knees slowly buckled. Cullen held her steady and joined her on the floor as her exhaustion wore her down. “I’m alright” she repeated, she looked up and finally his face was clear and it made her glad. “The Qunari have been stopped”

“You can tell me all about it once we get you to an infirmary.” Cullen moved to lift her but she put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Wait, Solas was there.”

“Solas?”

“He wants to restore Arlathan, and I may have to kill him.”

#dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #briana cousland #alistair theirin #alistair x warden #the dawn will come #commander cullen #cullen rutherford #cullen x inquisitor #Nanami Lavellan #creative writing #fanfiction #ending #dragon age

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two-baes · 5 years

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Harper’s sick, struck down with a bad case of strep-throat that, despite all of her protests (and there were many) ended in Bruce and Alfred ganging up on her to keep her home from school that day.

Tim goes to a different school (one for gifted youths, to challenge the genius that he is), Dick has work, Bruce has a meeting, and Alfred has to look after Harper, making sure she stays in bed where she belongs.

Which leaves Jason as the only viable option left to retrieve the youngest Wayne née-Row from school.

Jason, who is still freshly reintegrating back into the family, and still getting used to the two new additions that Bruce had acquired during his absence.

Which is fine, gives him an excuse to take his bike and get some fresh air.

Truth be told, he hasn’t interacted very much with the kid yet, so he does feel slightly out of place, leaned up against the brick wall of the school waiting for him, but he pushes the feeling aside.

The minutes tick by and Jason frowns, impatiently, he pushes himself away from the wall and quickly scans the crowd, trying to spot the kid. He doesn’t.

He looks harder. His attention is drawn to a group of boys congregated in the school yard, they’re circling something, and he can’t quite make out what it is until one of them move, revealing at the center another boy.

On closer inspection, he recognizes the boy is Cullen.

Jason advances towards the group, just in time to see Cullen be shoved to the ground, curling in on himself as some of the other boys begin to kick at him, calling him names that make Jason’s blood boil with rage.

“Hey — HEY!” Jason shouts, breaking in to a sprint that he feels would have made The Flash proud.

The second he reaches the group he rips the closest boy away, making his way into the circle to stand over Cullen, and snarling at the others “Get the fuck away from him! Now.”

The boys take one look at him in all his 5-foot-11-inches glory, towering over them, and immediately scatter in several different directions.

He feels something brush against his leg, and when he looks down he sees that Cullen is crawling out from under him, and climbing to his feet.

There’s a bruise already purple-ing on his cheek, and the sight of it has Jason considering chasing down one of the boys and wringing their neck. Cullen lets out a sniffle and he decides against it determining that it’s probably better if he stays there with him.

Jason kneels down, putting himself at the kid’s level, in an attempt to look less imposing “Hey” he prompts softly, and is rewarded by the boy shyly looking up to meet his eyes, “You alright?” it’s a stupid question and he quickly amends it with “Nothing’s broken, right?”

Cullen moves his limbs, as if testing them, before nodding. “M'okay”

“Alright, c’mon them let’s get you home...”

Jason walks him over to his bike, helping the younger boy get situated on the back of it; popping the spare helmet onto his head, before climbing on himself and revving the engine. “You ever ride on one before?” He asks glancing over his shoulder as much as his own helmet will allow, the boy shakes his head.

“It’s awesome, you’re gonna love it” Jason assures, “Just hold on tight, okay?”

He’s expecting the boy to latch onto his jacket and he waits for him to do just that, instead however he gets a small pair of arms hugging around his middle. He can’t help but blink down in surprise at the two hands clasped together near his stomach.

A smile tugs at his lips when the boy squeezes tighter as the bike takes off.

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They don’t end up going home right away, instead Jason stops off at a corner store to pick up a couple of frozen treats (two for them to eat, and one to use as a cold compress to soothe the bruise on the kid’s cheek). After purchasing they make their way across the street to sit in the park.

The two enjoy their ice creams and the view in silence for a bit, before Jason chances a look at the boy out of the corner of his eye; he’d been quiet, maybe Cullen was always quiet?

Jason wasn’t sure. This was honestly the longest amount of time he’d spent with him, which...now that he thought about it seemed odd, considering they lived in the same house. Still, he seemed like a sweet kid.

Which no doubt makes him a prime target for bullies.

Jason frowns again, thinking back to what he’d witnessed at the school, “Stuff like that happen a lot?” there’s no need to elaborate what he means.

The question seems to catch Cullen off guard (or maybe he’s just surprised that Jason broke the silence), and he just looks at him for a moment, before suddenly seeming to find his ice cream very interesting. “Sometimes?” he offers with a small half shrug, “They don’t...always mess with me that bad, not if Harper's there... They mostly just call me names...”

Jason actually growls at that, and it earns him a bewildered look from the kid.

“It’s aright, yanno...If you like dudes, I mean. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I know”, Cullen says with such conviction that Jason can’t help but crack a small smile, “Those guys are just jerks.”

Jason snorts at that. “Not the word I’d use, but you’re like twelve so you're probably not old enough to hear the words I'd use to describe those guys.”

“Exactly, I’m 12. I’m not a baby, Jay. I know bad words too!” Cullen protests, which earns him an arch of Jason’s eyebrows as the older boy leans conspiratorially closer to the younger one, a playful grin forming.

“Oh do you, now? Alright kid, hit me: what’s the worst ‘bad word’ you know?”

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It’s 8:45 and there’s a knock on his door, Jason sighs, tossing down his book and heaving himself up to answer it when it’s followed by a second. He opens the door to reveal a large, fluffy quilt, and a sick looking girl buried underneath it, halfway through coughing up a lung (at least that’s what it sounds like).

“Jesus Christ, Harp” he looks her over, then peers behind her, half expecting to see Alfred sprinting down the hallway at full speed after her. “You look like cr—uh, you don’t look so good, kiddo. Shouldn’t you like, be in bed?”

She makes a sound of clearing her throat and moves past him, ducking under his arm to enter into his room; making a bee-line for his bed. Jason gives a halfhearted protest of ‘I didn’t mean my bed’ followed by a soft ‘...yeah, okay, that...that’s fine’ as she flings herself face first onto it.

He sighs, shutting the door and moving to take a seat beside her. Or rather the pile of quilt he knows is her. “What’s up?”

She shifts, and Jason thinks, with some small amount of amusement, that it looks more like wriggling, with the way she has herself cocooned “Wanted t’ talk” she mumbles, voice coming out raspy from her sore throat. “Cullen told me, ‘bout what happened at his school”

He starts to open his mouth to say something, but doesn’t get the chance.

“Thank you” she says and he just nods; expecting that to be the end of it, only it isn’t, “I... I spend a lotta time worrying, that he won’t have anyone t’ look out for him...” she cuts off into a hacking cough and Jason winces, both because it sounds a little painful, as well as gross. “I forget sometimes, that it’s not jus’ the two of us anymore” she continues, “that we have family now...”

Jason is a bit taken aback at being called family, he may have originally been there before them, but Cullen and Harper have been living at the manor now for longer than he’d even been back for; he feels like little more than a stranger sharing their roof. Unsure how else to reply, he simply nods again.

Harper seems to sense his apprehensiveness,

“Cullen won’t stop talking about how cool you are... I’m pretty sure you’re his hero now” She grins, and Jason looks away, embarrassed, mumbling that it’s ‘really no big deal’ and simply grunting in response to her protests otherwise.

They’re both quiet for a moment, aside from the occasional whistling sound Harper’s nose makes whenever she tries to breathe through it.

Then he feels as she shifts again beside him, this time wriggling her way into a sitting position, and a clammy hand on top of his has him turning his gaze back towards her.

“I mean it, Jay...” when he chances a look at her face she’s peering up at him from within her blanket cocoon, fondly and with all the love and adoration of a little sister, and Jason feels his face get a little warmer and fights the urge to look away again, “Thank you, for what you did, and...for reminding me that I don’t need’a worry cause we’ve got a badass big brother now.”

Jason wants to say something back, something sweet, instead what he says is “Gross Harp, your hand feels so sticky.” Harper laughs so hard she lapses into another coughing fit.

#my batfam AU #Earth 7777777 #Jason Todd #Cullen Row #Harper Row #Timeline for this is 17y/o Jay. 15 y/o Harper. and 12y/o Cullen.#Set after Jason comes home to rejoin the family.#He's adjusting still and hasn't really interacted too much w/ Harper or Cullen prior to this.#but his big bro energy is just too strong it was only a matter of time.

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theuninspirednovelist · 5 years

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The Visitor of the Night

Thor Odinson finds himself with a vampire stalking him.

And it doesn’t end the way he thinks it would.

“Come on, Odinson, let me in”

His fanged mouth spilled words that he’d heard every day for the past month, his pale face looked at him through the window and his slender body was leaning so casually against the side of his home that Thor almost bought into the betrayal.

Almost

Except he knew better. He knew not to trust those sweet words, those lingering looks, he knew better than to think those tender hands won’t hurt if they grabbed him too hard, he knew that that sweet, seductive voice wouldn’t turn deadly in a second.

He knew from experience.

Because this man, this vampire, had attacked him not a month and three days ago in an abandoned parking lot. He’d come at him at night, taken his wrist and bit it. These same green eyes had been wild, crazed, lusting for blood and his lips were painted with red.

He’d pinned Thor against his own car and made him watch as he drank from his list, one hand around Thor’s throat.

Thor wasn’t a small man, he was huge and this demonic entity had held him against the hood of his car like he was weightless. He was a trained fighter, but none of that mattered against the strength that held him pinned there, ready to be his vampire’s next feast.

He was sure he was going to die and become a segment on a news channel for maybe two days, then that was it. He would have died without anyone truly knowing who he had been.

Only, that didn’t happen.

The only thing the vampire had done was bite into Thor’s wrist, to which Thor had hissed in pain and turned his head away as much as the creature’s grip allowed, then waited…and waited…

Nothing happened.

And soon enough, the grip fell from his throat and the subtle weight of the vampire leaning against him was gone as well. His breathing, shattered and scared, was his only companion, and Thor straightened slowly, just to make sure.

He’d heaved a loud breath, rushed into his car and driven home.

He hadn’t been able to sleep that night and the next night, he’d had a heart attack when he went to wash his dishes and saw this same vampire leaning against his window.

Calm, cool and collected, he’d spoken the words he did just now, his fangs shining in the light of the moon.

“Let me in, Odinson” he’d purred “I just want to talk.”

Thor had broken the dishes when he’d dropped them, his face, his arms, his legs felt numb, but he forced himself to run and lock all the doors to the house until he was sure that thing wouldn’t be able to get in.

It was stupid, considering that he could kick his way in, but it was a safety he needed to at least manage a few hours sleep.

He wasn’t there during the day, but the moment, the sun set, he was here again, smiling at him, telling him to let him in and open the door.

Thor was wary, his body still tense and he went over and pulled down the blinds to hide the vampire from his sight.

He’d called the cops a few times but stopped when the demon simply walked away and made it look like Thor was crazy. He wasn’t one to get caught and though he should, Thor wasn’t about to go out and take pictures of him.

If he could, that is.

From what he read on the internet, vampires sometimes tended not to show up on film…

The blind closed, the vampire gone from sight, Thor went to the living room, stiffening when he saw him at the balcony door, smiling at him through the glass.

“Just let me in” he said “and I will stop bothering you”

Thor’s heart raced faster and he shook his head.

“Alright, then” the vampire said

It almost gave Thor hope for a second, when the vampire moved away from the doors, but all he did was lay down in one of the many benches Thor had outside on his porch, and close his eyes.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

It was the worst feeling Thor could ever imagine happening, honestly, the feeling of being trapped in his own house because a vampire wouldn’t leave.

Or at least not be able to go out at night, he didn’t know where this thing went when the sun rose.

But he always hoped he wouldn’t come back because it was like Thor was choking all over again, pressed against that car, his breathing being constricted by the slender, yet terrifying hand this vampire had.

As foolish as it was, even at night, he wasn’t left alone.

The vampire had figured out where his bedroom was and sat on the sloped roof beside the window all night.

Sometimes he stayed quiet, but sometimes he sang old songs that Thor didn’t understand, or he talked about what he saw. He asked stupid questions, about technology or transportation or the radio, he was fascinated by the radio.

Thor tried to drown his voice out but in the back of his mind, a traitorous voice told him that he liked it. He liked the feeling of someone talking to him again.

It made him feel less lonely about his life and as sad as it was, it also gave him comfort.

Not that he liked his company or the constant fear he had in his heart every time he saw his shape at his window or doors, he hated it. He wanted it gone.

But somehow, with his crippling loneliness at his back, always there, always gnawing at him, he didn’t feel the need to get up and shoo the vampire away. He liked listening to the sound of another presence in his house.

Other than Hela, of course.

His cat was a nightmare, but ever since this vampire showed up at their house, she was docile, calm, hiding under furniture until Thor got into bed.

Then she came out to snuggle against him and purr, adding to the calmness he felt as the vampire’s voice pushed his loneliness away.

***

When Thor had been dumped so unceremoniously by Svadilfari, he’d sobbed for a straight week. He’d lost his job, fallen into a depression and lost so much weight that he’d scared his friends.

Back when he had friends.

He’d pushed them away, too.

No, no that wasn’t true.

He’d pulled away from them.

Svadilfari had been his fitness instructor and they had been together for three years. Then one night, out of the blue, he’d received a call, Svadilfari’s tone was ominous, cold, and the words fell over Thor like ice cold water, jarring him so badly he could still feel what he did then.

He’d pleaded, he’d told Svadilfari he loved him, he’d begged him to reconsider, anything to keep him there.

But nothing had worked and at the end of the day, he’d still seen Svadilfari pack his belongings and move out of Thor’s house.

He’d stood at the doorway, watching him get into the car, hoping against hope that he would come back, that he would fall in love with him, too.

He hadn’t.

Svadilfari hadn’t turned around and he hadn’t looked at him. He sure as hell didn’t come back, either.

He’d driven off, leaving Thor with the ashes that were his love, and the tears in his eyes that Thor feared would never dry up.

He’d gone into his house and cried until his throat was raw. He’d cursed his own miserable existence.

Then he’d called Svadilfari repeatedly.

At first, he was ignored, his calls went to voicemails, which he pathetically left.

Then, one night, in the middle of another bout of wailing after he’d lost his job, he heard it.

Svadilfari had picked up his call.

Thor remembered that he gasped softly, his eyes wide as he listened.

“What, Thor?”

Svadilfari’s deep, rumbling, answered.

It warmed had Thor’s body and he sniffed.

“Svad…” he’d croaked, his voice broken from how much he’d wept.

Svadilfari had sighed “What?”

Thor had swallowed heavily “I…”

“Baby, who is it?”

A slurred, sleepy, woman’s voice asked from Svadilfari’s side and Thor choked on his own heartbreak. He had gasped softly, shocked by how easily Svadilfari had moved on, how cruelly he’d left him.

Thor had cut the call.

He’d held the pillow he had to his chest and curled up, suddenly cold and devoid of emotion.

He didn’t call Svadilfari again.

Not to this day.

Every now and then he saw a missed call alert from him but he never picked up. He’d closed off that side of himself, planted an ice cold wall there, to never let anyone in and let them hurt him like that again, never.

He would rather be lonely than to fall down that depressed, broken path again.

He’d gotten Hela when he couldn’t stand the silence of his own home. He didn’t mind if she knocked down his decorations or yowled in the middle of the night.

He wasn’t alone anymore. He liked it that way.

It was morning now and he had the freedom to walk out of his home. As he left, he couldn’t help glancing back to see where the vampire stood on a daily basis.

For three days he’d been here now, bothering him every damn way he could.

Thor sighed, shaking his head as he walked away, leaving his car at home for now.

If nothing else, at least he would get some reprieve with his coffee today.

Thor worked as a receptionist.

He’d gotten the job after his break up as a temporary thing but some how four years had passed and he was still here, doing the absolute minimum, for a job he didn’t even like, in a company that hired him because he was big and scared off any potential threats.

Not that Thor was violent – he just looked it.

He’d gained his weight and muscle back eventually and it helped him, at least, keep muggers and the lot at bay.

Not that he’d been staying out after dark the past three days, but still.

The ringing of phones, the muted conversation, the low stream of people was all he thought he needed back then.

His friends, when he’d told them, asked if he was alright.

He’d shrugged and told them he was fine, this was temporary.

Now the job seemed more permanent than he’d thought possible and his friends had moved on.

It was like the ice wall he had around him.

He wouldn’t let anyone in, the job didn’t let him meet people, so he was alright.

Except that his boss liked to look at him.

The man wasn’t as large as Svadilfari but he was his superior and Thor knew that men like him would ultimately use his power against those beneath them.

Sometimes he made him stay late at work, doing stupid tasks that anyone else could do, but that was as far as it went.

Thor was eager to leave when the clock struck five. He gathered his coat and scarf or whatever he needed, and rushed out of there so he could go back to his home.

His coworkers often asked him out for drinks but he always had the same excuse for them.

“Sorry, the cat gets upset when I am not home on time” Thor said even now, “maybe next time”

There was no next time, they all knew, but it didn’t hurt to give them hope, he guessed. They would soon stop trying, anyway.

So, happy with his deflection, Thor walked out, still in day time, and made his way to the nearest bus stop so that he could go back home and hide from his unwanted, pale, freaky guest.

He reached home just as the sun was setting and was quick to lock everything up again. Hela began to follow him, rubbing against his ankles and purring loudly.

“Hey, girl” he reached down to pet her as he pulled the blinds over a window “I missed you, too”

He straightened and screamed, falling back when he saw the vampire right in front of him, blood staining his mouth, his eyes wild and his face grey as death.

***

He was shaking, still.

And every now and then he heard a snicker from his kitchen window, followed by a cooing sound from the vampire.

“Are you really that scared?” the vampire asked “come now, it was a prank, Thor, Jesus”

Thor didn’t reply. He stood, quietly watching the pasta boil. His entire body was coiled, tensed to flee.

He wanted to, but he was afraid that if he stepped out, this thing would get him.

Hela was at the counter, watching as Thor worked, occasionally looking to the vampire, who curled his lip in disgust at the creature.

“Why do you have this thing here?” the vampire asked “it’s despicable”

Hela hissed at him and the vampire hissed right back, causing the cat to growl and puff her tail at him in warning.

The vampire scoffed.

“Stupid”

Thor didn’t reply.

He went to his fridge to pull out the needed ingredients for his sauce but stilled when he realized he was out of cream.

And he didn’t have the things required to make the other sauce.

“Uh oh…” the vampire cooed “Out of cream?”

Thor turned to look at him, his eyes haunted.

“I could get it, you know” he offered “it wouldn’t even take a second”

Thor swallowed heavily and the vampire snickered.

“How much does it cost these days?” the vampire asked “ten dollars?”

He couldn’t bring himself to speak but the vampire didn’t seem to mind.

“Whatever, I will get it, for a price”

“I’m not letting you in” Thor told him quickly

He was mad, he had to be, to even consider this.

“Fine, don’t let me in” he said “but I want you to talk to me.”

No, it was a trick. It had to be some game this thing was playing.

“Listen, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done that in the parking lot” the vampire told him “so you can drop the scared little horror movie girl act.”

Thor set the things he had in his arms on the counter.

“What do you want from me?” he asked

The vampire shrugged “Acknowledgement, maybe. I have been here talking to you on a daily basis for four days and this is the most you have ever said to me”

Thor shrugged.

The vampire sighed

“Fine, if I get you your stupid cream, will you at least respond to my talking?” he asked

Thor bit his lip and thought about it. The vampire snickered.

“I’ll stop insulting your fur demon”

Thor frowned and the vampire laughed

“Alright” he said “stay there, I will get your damn cream”

Thor had time only to blink.

The vampire left.

He felt suspended, between relief and waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was trapped there, not knowing if he should move from the kitchen or …

He heard a gust of wind and looked up, staring, when he saw the vampire back, the needed for item in a bag in his hand.

“You owe me twenty dollars”

Thor opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and nodded.

He actually found himself digging into his pockets for a wallet and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. The vampire smiled when Thor couldn’t see, not his mocking, cruel smile, but one where he radiated warmth for a second.

Thor put his wallet back and looked at him

“Uh…”

“You would have to open the window” the vampire told him “or a door”

Thor hesitated.

This thing would pull him out of the door in a heartbeat and kill him.

Window would definitely be safer.

So, telling himself he wasn’t unhinged, Thor went to open the window and give the vampire money. He took it without doing anything, Thor had to give him credit for that, then gave him a cream, perhaps holding on just for an extra second to make Thor nervous, before he let the bag slip from his fingers.

He pocketed the money and let Thor close the window so he could cook again. He leaned against it, watching as Thor made his sauce and cut everything up.

“Is this pasta?” he asked “what you are making?”

Thor looked at him and nodded as he drained the pasta.

“Yeah” he said, then after a second “You want some?”

The vampire grinned “No, I’ll pass this time”

“Suit yourself”

Thor felt lighter, suddenly, as he went to get a pan for the sauce.

“Uh…” Thor said “what’s your name”

At that, the vampire smiled again, another genuine one that came from his long dead heart rather than his mockery of Thor.

“Loki” he said “my name is Loki”

Thor nodded to him “Hello, Loki”

“Hello, Thor”

He set his shoulder on the window frame, watching as Thor cooked, then following him to the living room window as he went to eat in front of the television.

He didn’t open a window or address Loki again, but he turned on the subtitles of the movie he was watching so that if he wanted, Loki could watch, too.

And Loki did.

He stood there, arms crossed, watching the entire movie with Thor.

It was so silly, he thought, this act. Watching other people act, but it was something everyone did here.

They watched this entertainment and became heavily invested in them, got large pictures of the actors and placed them around, it was entertaining.

Loki, himself, preferred horror movies, but he wasn’t about to tell Thor that.

He was still skittish around Loki and if he was honest, he didn’t like that feeling. He didn’t like that, for such a big man, Thor was so – afraid.

Not necessarily of him, but…of something.

And Loki wanted to find out if he could.

***

One month after Thor was locked into his own house with a vampire, he went out at night.

And of course, Loki went with him.

He could tell from the beating of his heart that Thor was absolutely terrified of the idea, but he braved it because one, Hela was out of food and two, Loki had been behaving very nicely these past weeks.

He only whined to be let in at bed time and actually talked to Thor.

Sometimes Thor responded, most of the times he just listened, quietly, as he did his work.

But tonight, he had to get cat food and though Loki had gotten things for him a few more times, he refused to get anything for the devil animal that Thor kept in his home.

Loki hated Hela.

And Hela returned the favor with interest.

One night, Thor had extended a marshmallow for Loki to feel and Hela had screamed and leapt at Loki’s hand, sinking her claws deep into it and scratching him hard enough to bleed.

Thor had been shocked and Loki cussed as he stepped back, waving his hand to get the sting of the injury away for the few seconds needed for it to fix.

“Stupid She Devil!” Loki shouted at her

Hela stood at the window, her grey fur on end, her back arched as she growled loudly at him.

“Why the hell would you keep this thing here!?” Loki demanded.

Thor had pulled his lips inwards to keep from laughing, but moved forward to carefully take Hela off the ledge and into his arms, closing the window and locking it.

“Good girl” he whispered in her ear as he had set her down

“I heard that, you prick” Loki called from outside.

Thor had laughed and shook his head

Now, he had to rethink that as he went to his car and watched Loki come over curiously.

“Hey, let me in, too” Loki knocked on the window

Thor looked at him, Loki could see him working things out, but then he was disappointed when Thor shook his head.

Sighing, Loki stepped back and allowed the car to leave.

And Thor was so grateful.

No vampire could enter unless invited into a home.

Technically the car wasn’t a home, but…

Thor was still glad.

He knew Loki was following him, and he let him.

It was a free country, he guessed, even for him.

There was a pet store not far from there and Thor got out, paid for the food, then turned to get back into his car.

Loki was leaning on it and smiled

“You gonna make me walk all the way back home?”

Thor pretended to think about it, then beamed “Yes”

Loki laughed and shook his head “You’re such a shit”

He pushed off the car and let Thor drive back home, reaching a few minutes after him, to watch him pour the food into Hela’s bowl.

“Why must you cater to that thing?” Loki asked “I am sure it has enough souls of the damned to eat in its spare time”

Thor laughed softly “Well, everyone has to eat. I assume, even you”

Loki shrugged “I drink out of a bag once a day, doesn’t exactly qualify as eating”

That surprised Thor, in all honestly.

“A bag?”

Loki nodded “Yeah. I have a supplier at the hospital. He gives me one of the clean blood bags from their banks. I pay him for it, that’s about it”

“Oh” Thor frowned “I thought…”

“That I bite people and go ‘I drink your blood, blah blah blah’?”

Thor tried to be nice about it, but grimaced and Loki smiled.

“To be fair, I don’t blame you” Loki said, arms crossed, as he pushed off the edge of his house “our first meeting wasn’t very good”

“No” Thor said “I remember no meeting where I was bitten”

“Not even by that?” Loki nodded to Hela

Thor shook his head “No, not even by her”

Loki hummed and kicked at the ground, then sighed.

“I was attacked” he told Thor “by another vampire. I would have died if I didn’t take some blood. I didn’t mean for it to frighten you”

Thor’s brow furrowed “Oh”

He hadn’t expected that. If he was honestly he thought more along the lines of what Loki had said self-deprecatingly.

“Truth it that a lot of what you hear about my kind is false” he smirked “I don’t go around hunting people and drinking their blood. Some do, but that population is in a single digit percentile and mostly belong up high in the mountains where they live. They don’t come out much.”

“Oh, I see”

“Yes” Loki sighed “Me? I like laying low. I don’t like territorial fights or anything and I walked into that one very stupidly.”

“What happened?” Thor found himself asking

“Turf war” Loki said “like … gangs of vampires making sure stragglers like me don’t walk into their territory. They would have killed me if I hadn’t been able to escape”

“How did you escape?”

“I fought back” Loki said “we don’t fight like you do. If anything it’s more like the witch you have stuffing her face behind you”

Thor balked and spun around, looking at his house.

“Your cat, Thor…”

“Oh”

Loki laughed as Thor blushed, shaking his head

“I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” Loki asked “Sorry about that, man”

Thor scratched the back of his neck and laughed, too.

“Well, after knowing that vampires exist, you can’t blame me, exactly”

“Probably” Loki smiled “but that was funny”

Thor rolled his eyes and turned away, going to the living room.

As expected, Loki was at his usual perch on the window, ready to watch with him.

They watched an old movie before Thor headed to bed and Loki sat by that window to start singing.

And it was only when he was about to drift into sleep that he remembered that Loki didn’t ask to be let into his house.

For some reason, it gave him an easier sleep.

***

Thor began to walk out at night.

As expected, Loki walked with him. It was getting cooler and Thor shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked.

Loki could have followed him but Thor appreciated that he didn’t. He liked the company even if he gave Loki shit about it.

So, because he was bored and his cable was out, Thor decided to walk to his favorite coffee house. They served the best coffee he had and though Loki couldn’t drink, Thor still had him walk in.

Loki crinkled his nose at the smell and groaned

“You humans are strange” he said “you can make this at home, why have it here? And don’t say ‘for interaction’ because if you wanted that, you wouldn’t be here with a walking corpse”

“Jesus, Loki” Thor whispered “Keep your voice down”

Loki smirked and sat straight in his chair when Thor went to get himself a coffee and a muffin. He brought it to a table for two and had Loki sit with him while he enjoyed them.

“You want some?”

“No, thank you” Loki said “I am still full thanks to the pasta you made today”

Thor narrowed his eyes at him but said nothing.

Who was he to say anything to Loki?

He was here, sitting with a vampire in a coffee house surrounded by human juice boxes.

So he let it be what it was and dug into his muffin while Loki sat with his arms crossed on the tabletop, watching him.

“You eat uncharacteristically like a barbarian”

“Thank you” Thor said, deliberately, with his mouth full

Loki made a face and looked away in minor disgust, intending on watching the people around them. They were all so safely unaware of who he was and what he could do to them it fascinated him. Their deliberate ignorance of his existence, because if they knew, panic and chaos would ruin their living.

He heard Thor call his name and looked back at him to see the muffin was demolished and he was having his coffee in a more human like fashion.

“How about you tell me about yourself a little?” Thor asked

“Oh, are you bonding with your predator now?”

Thor shrugged “I see no one else with me so yes”

Loki conceded “Alright…I am eighty three”

Thor groaned “That’s it? I was hoping for at least five hundred years old archaic vampire story”

Loki scoffed “Do you know how rare that is? Vampires do not live long, unfortunately. If the sun doesn’t get them, the diseases and what not does”

“Really?” Thor asked “I thought…”

“You watched movies, my friend” Loki smirked “trust me, the truth is far more boring”

“That puts a damper on things”

“A damper?” Loki raised his brows “and suddenly you’re fascinated by the monster that terrified you for a month?”

“The monster didn’t get my groceries before” Thor pointed out “So…”

“Yeah. Yeah, shut up and drink your damn earth liquid” Loki said, turning to look out at the evening outside.

Thor grinned and went back to his coffee, deciding on getting a sandwich since he was always hungry. Loki idly waved him off, his green eyes still focused on the people, when Thor told him and he went to the display.

He was still looking at the sandwiches five minutes later when he saw a reflection in the display glass, of someone he didn’t think he would ever see again and a familiar hand rest on his shoulder.

Thor let out a soft gasp and turned, his eyes widening when he saw Svadilfari standing beside him.

“Svad…” Thor breathed

Svadilfari looked just as beautiful as he had before.

That sexy scar across his eye, the one Thor kissed so many times, that tanned skin, brown eyes, his dark hair with dashes of silver at the temples now…

Oh God…Thor couldn’t breathe anymore.

“Hey” Svadilfari’s deep, rumbling voice said “I – uh – I saw you from the window and…and I don’t know, somehow I came here without really thinking, you know?”

Thor swallowed heavily and took a step back “Uh … how have you been?”

“I’ve been good” Svadilfari said “I’m back in town, I was wondering if – if we could talk”

“Talk?” Thor stopped when he felt the display nudge his hip.

Svadilfari had cornered him and though when he did it before, it excited Thor, right now, all it did was raise his heartbeat to the point where his head started to get dizzy.

“Yeah, we … I mean I … I miss you” Svadilfari said “I wanted to see you again, maybe over dinner or …or something, I’ve missed you”

“Oh…” Thor said “I…”

“I made a mistake and I realized when I was…”

“Fucking other people?” Thor couldn’t help but cut in softly “It’s been four years, Svad”

He could see people watching them and he didn’t want their attention, he wanted to hide!

“I know” Svadilfari took a step closer “I just…”

“Oh, darling, what is taking so long?”

Both Svadilfari and Thor startled when Loki came over, smiling. He ignored Svadilfari completely and looped his arm with Thor’s.

“I’ve been waiting for ten minutes” he leaned up and planted a soft kiss to Thor’s cheek “I already miss you”

Svadilfari stared, his mouth hanging open for a second before he closed it.

“Oh…”

Loki turned to look at the man “Hello, sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, my name is Loki.”

He held out a hand for Svadilfari’s.

“Are you a friend of Thor’s?”

Svadilfari swallowed and took his hand “I – I am”

“Oh, that’s nice how long have you known Thor?”

“A while” Svadilfari said, stepping back “I uh…I should leave you be”

“Sure” Loki set his head on Thor’s shoulder, still0 holding his arm “See you later, Sven”

Svadilfari didn’t even bother corrected him as he left, and the moment he was out of sight, Loki’s sweet demeanor dropped.

“Dumbass”

He straightened and looked at Thor, who watched him with wide eyes.

“So, you got what you needed?” Loki asked “I am ready to leave this place”

Thor nodded “Um…yes?”

“Good”

He took his arm again and Thor was surprised by how strong Loki was as he dragged him to their belongings so they could take them and leave.

***

“That was him, wasn’t it?”

Thor, who was sitting in the kitchen with a mug of tea, nodded wordlessly.

Loki, who was at the window again, sighed “What a bastard”

Thor didn’t reply and Loki studied him a moment.

“Is that why you cry sometimes?” Loki asked “when you’re alone?”

“I’m not truly alone now, am I?” Thor sipped his drink

“No,” Loki smirked “No you’re not, I guess”

Thor didn’t reply and Loki stood there, biting his lip.

“He’s not worth it, you know” Loki told him “if he didn’t see you for you truly are. He’s going to regret it for the rest of his life. Your pain will pass, his likely won’t”

Thor didn’t look like he would respond, but then he slowly turned to look at Loki and smiled.

“Thank you” he said quietly

Loki shrugged “Calling it as I see it”

He turned to watch the street and almost missed something Thor said.

Almost

“What?” Loki stared at Thor.

“I said” Thor was on his feet as he looked at him “Why don’t you come in?”

“You have got to be kidding me” Loki said

Thor smiled “I’m not”

To prove it, he went to the back door and opened it, letting Loki decide if he wanted to enter.

Loki stood, stunned for a second, then smiled and walked to the door.

He jolted and flinched when Thor pretended to shut it and laughed at the way Loki leapt back.

“You jerk” Loki snorted “You’re a shit, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah” Thor put his arm around Loki “Learned from the best”

The door closed after them as Thor invited the vampire at his window into his home and likely, into his life.

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Agent Carter An Au Series

Here is chapter 17! A lot of it recaps the show but there are some pieces that put the Au and show together. And some Peggy and Daniel at the end ;) Enjoy!!

Peggy's POV:

Since Dooley sent me home for the day, I got to the Automat for some supper and wait for Mr. Jarvis. I know Daniel will be working late today. what with the break in the Stark case, so we won't be able to eat together one last time. And since Mr. Jarvis hasn't arrived yet, I don't have Stephanie with me. I asked him to keep her at his home until our nightly adventure was over with; I don't want Steph anywhere near Howard and the drama he has created with his deadly inventions. Once I finish dinner I go outside and wait.

"Come on, Mr. Jarvis. A penguin could get here faster..." I've been waiting for at least ten minutes. And Angise has not given up on trying to get me to live at this Griffith Hotel For Women. She bangs on the window to get my attention.

"I found one." She says, but I know which one it is. And I can't live there.

"I'm late for my appointment." I says, not looking towards her.

"It has its own bathroom!"

"I-I have no idea what you're saying."

"Don't make me come out there," She threatens. Oh bloody hell!

"Angie I really must-

"Woman only. A family community for modern female professionals. Apartment for rent. 550 square ft, furnished, full bath, high floors, quiet building. Security assured." She reads the advertisement from the paper. "Close proximity to the Lexington Avenue local isle. Breakfast upon request. Paradise or what.

"That sounds perfect but-

"The only thing that could possibly make it better is if you lived next to me, Oh wait, you would! 3C if you need a cup of sugar." God I wish I could, I really really do. The apartment sounds incredible and Angie is a very nice person, but I don't want her to be in the crossfire if anything were to go wrong; I already have to worry about Stephanie and Daniel. I lie to he and say I wouldn't make a very good neighbor because she thinks shes the problem; but shes not. And above all, I can't leave my daughter behind. I look out the window, and finally, Jarvis has arrived. I say goodbye to Angie and tell her I will see her later, but I know shes upset. However, there's simply no easy option here...

"Ms. Carter."

"Mr. Jarvis." He starts driving, and for a few moments everything is silent. "How was Stephanie doing today?"

"Oh she was quite... well." Oh no. Hes hesitating.

"What happened?" I asked, worry creeping in at the edge of my voice.

"Oh no, nothings happened. Shes perfectly fine, Ms. Carter. Its just..." He takes a short pause as if thinking of what to say. "Well shes just been, how you...fussy. And unbelievably so. We've done everything we could possibly think of, but-"

"Nothing seems to calm her down?" He nods. "Yes, she does that sometimes. Mostly its because she wants a specific person to hold her and give her attention. You've done nothing wrong, Mr. Jarvis. Steph is just...stubborn."

"Well it seems you will have eventful years when she is of age..."

"Oh please no. Let me enjoy the little things first!" I say, "Besides, she'll go back and give her mother that headache, not me."

"Is that not you, Ms. Carter?" He asks hesitantly.

"What?! Mr. Jarvis, Stephanie is my niece not my-"

"I beg to differ, respectfully of course." I whip my head to look at him. But he speaks before I can. "She has your fighting spirit, attitude, and intelligence. However...I fear she has her father's strength."

"And you know who that is?"

"I may have an idea as to whom he may be. But that is not any of my concern why you wish to keep her true parents identity a secret." I start to relax and look away. "I will never tell another soul, Ms. Carter. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you, Mr. Jarvis." For the rest of the ride to Mr. McFee's house, the car is filled with silence. That is until the 'Captain America Adventure Program' starts. I let it play for a few moments, and the cut it off. "Who writes this rubbish?" Jarvis says he enjoys it, but is rather impressed by the real thing. Its a shame they don't actually use it. "Are you trying to butter me up Mr. Jarvis?" He says hes not.

"I'm only pleased to receive your call." I tell him he is faster than a train and compliment the new car. He said he did dispose of the other, but that it was a waste. We didn't have much of a choice to keep it, it was used at the site of a crime scene. I ask him to hurry along because Thompson is very persuasive in the interrogation room; especially with ninnies like Van Ert.

Daniel's POV:

Its been about 2 hours since Peggy left, and already Thompson broke him, and our stick. So all the information we have is Van Ert was working with a Leet Branis to make the molecular nitramene bombs, with Howard Stark's formula. The used a guy who worked at the Daisy Clover Milk company to transport their products. So now we have to find Branis and McFee, which will hopefully lead us to Stark...Although I kind of don't want to find him. I know he and Peggy are friends,and that he was a major contributor to helping the Allies win. It doesn't make sense for him to go off and sell weapons to the enemies.

As I sit in my chair and write all the information down, Dooley starts talking. Apparently Immigration has no record of this guy Branis, and Krisminksi says it could be an alias. But Thompson and his two sense says that if it is, Van Ert doesn't know it. Great, this feels like an insane dramatic puzzle. He turns to me and ask about Daisy Clovers pay roll

"I'm on hold with Daisy Clover payroll."I say

"Well its not like he was the brains of the operation anyway." Thompson says

"More like the Krisminski of the operation." I jab. Krisminski's a dumb ass.

"Jokes on you, peg-leg, I don't even know how to drive a truck." What? That not even what I was saying. Idiot. Chief is going hard on pinning this on Stark. Even though Van Ert never met him, Dooley says he can have go betweens in between go betweens. Like hes some sort of snake; which he probably is. I finally get off hold and get McFee's address. Now we're getting somewhere. We all head out and go after McFee.

Peggy's POV:

When we arrive at McFees house, I send Jarvis away and tell him I don't need his help and that I have my own ride home. I sneak into the yard and towards the truck; and all the bombs are there. I make my way to the front of the house and walk in. Carefully I step in and look for McFee and Branis; but unfortunately the old floor boards give me away. McFee grabs his gun and charges towards me, but I kick it away and fight him. And of course, with my luck, that damn radio show is one; which only infuriates me more. He pins me against the wall and I break a glass over his head. We struggle more and I elbow his inner arm and throw his into a table. And of course, he passes out.

"Hello? Mr. McFee?" But still no response. "Why does this keep happening?" I ask myself. I drag his body into a chair and handcuff him to it, but while I was distracted, Branis slipped outside and tried to start the truck. I pull out my gun and aim it at his head. "Get out!" I order and he does. I slam him into the truck and keep the gun to his temple. "Car trouble?" I ask, and Mr. Jarvis answers

"Nothing that can't be fixed."

"What the HELL are you doing here?" He explains that hes here to help, as any good butler would, without being asked. He sabotaged the vehicle and I tell him to fix it. The sooner its fixed, the sooner I can turn this in and get home to see my little girl. "Where are Stark's inventions?" I pull out his voice communicator and hold it to his throat.

"I want protection."

"The SSR will take you in, provided you say something interesting. Right Bloody now." He say nothing, instead Jarvis chimes in and asks bout Leviathan. Branis says its a who, not a what. Lovely, because thats not vague at all. They use to be his employers and he double crossed them. Apparently Leviathan only wanted one thing from Howard, and Branis saw it as an opportunity to make a profit from the rest.

"I. Want. Protection."

"Then start talking."

We get into the truck once its fixed and drive on the road. Jarvis is in the back, Branis is driving, and I'm holding my gun on Branis. Unfortunate McFee got away, but for right now our focus is transporting the bombs. I tell Branis to stop fidgiting and that nothings going to happen; but of course it does. The same man that killed Colleen has jumped on the roof and started to shoot down at us. We fight on the roof and he shots again, hitting the strap and Branis. We continue to fight and I hear a crash. One of the bombs has dropped and cracked. He punches me in the face and I fall down and them look over the roof I see a lake; perfect. I tell Jarvis to grab Branis and jump. I fight off Colleen's killer and stab his hand through the roof.

"This is where I get off." I grab Jarvis and Branis and toss them out of the truck, and then I roll over and jump as well. The truck lands in the lake and BOOM! A bright light flashes and pushes me back; the entire lake is gone. I limp over to Jarvis and notice Branis, dying. His communication device is broken and can't speak. I ask him where Howard's inventions are and ask him to help me beat Leviathan. He draws a heart in the dirt with a string through it. Dammit.

"Wheres the car?" I ask.

"I believe its that way. I think we should go retrieve it immediately." Ugh can this day get any worse?

Daniel's POV:

We're almost at Mr. McFees house, when we stop the car and notice him walking on the road...with a chair handcuffed to him. Great, another mystery. We get him out of the cuffs and starts driving again, that is until theres an enormously bright light blinding our eyes. Thompson, whos driving in front of me, goes faster, and so do I. When we reach the sourse of the light, the lake is completely dried up; not a drop left. And not only that, but we find Branis's dead body at the scene. While the others go investigate that, I notice something shiny in the road.

"Sousa! What the hell are you doing?" CHief asks. I walk over to them and show the key I found. "Good find. Lets go check it out."

Peggy's POV:

When we reach the car I sigh in relief. Jarvis notices my leg and says he can patch me up. I tell him to wait, I need to see my daughter. When we enter the house, I limp to my room and Jarvis hands her over.

"Oh poppet!" She starts to fuss but then stops and snuggles against me, gurgling her baby talk."You have to say mummy. Can you do that?" She looks at me with those bright blue eyes and smiles. "Say mummy." She moves her lips and the words are inaudible, if they count as words at all,and she starts to laugh... and so do I. I love my little girl so much, my heart can't take it.

"Here you are Ms. Carter" He hands over her pacifier and he takes it gladly. I look at him and he bends down to stitch the gash on my leg.

"You're quite good at that."

"Yes. Mr. Stark's zippers are under a considerable strain." He ties it off and cuts the thread. "You're very fortunate you know."

"I missed the bone by three inches."

"Thats not what I meant."

"Then look me in the eye and say what you meant." Steph wiggles around in my arms and starts to grab at my hair.

"You're very fortunate that I ignored your instructions"

"Oh you're so right." I say as I pull her hands from my hair. "How I managed to stay alive before I meant you I have no idea." He goes in to give a speech about how my line of work requires support, but I tell him I can't be surrounded by those I love if I'm only putting them in danger. Thats why I'm trying to find a permanent home, I don't want Daniel or the Jarvis's to get hurt. Thats why I can't live near or with either of them. Then that leaves the question with Stephanie. He has a point though, I can't exactly distance myself from the world I wish to protect; but its so hard. I have to make the world right, if not for myself then for Steph. He says I can't be as successful in my goal if I don't open up to others and allow them to help me...and maybe hes right. When he finishes my stitches, I take Steph and head to Daniel's apartment. This is our last night there...

Daniels POV:

After I give Dooley the key I found I head home. I am so tired right now its ridiculous. Not only is it late, but i know Peggy is already asleep by now, and its her last night there; now I won't even get to say a proper goodbye. I open the apartment door and hear the shower going, and theres food on the table from the Automat.

"Peggy?" I call out. I hear Steph start crying and go into the bedroom. "Peg?" Still no answer. She must be in the shower. I pick up the baby and head to the table to eat. Shes so adorable its ridiculous. She squirms around all over the place and plays with the little doll I juts gave her, and she loves it.I hear a groan and turn around. "Peggy? You okay?" She comes out, dressed in her night gown, and walks over to me and Steph; or limps?

"I'm fine." She says. She leans over my shoulder and steals a bite of my cake.

"Hey! Thats mine!" She shrugs her shoulders and sits down on the couch. "Peggy, are you sure you're okay? You look like you're limping." and shes more quiet than normal.

"Mhm." Okay, now I know somethings wrong.

"Peg. Why are you still up? Its 1:30 in the morning."

"I know, I just...wanted to see you." I pick up the baby and sit next to her on the couch, with one brow raised. She sighs and shakes her head."I-" I sit, patiently, waiting for an answer, and grab her hand. "I uhm, was just given some advice recently, and I think I should listen to it."

"Okay..."

"I have a request, and I'm afraid to ask it. I need help and you're the only person I trust, Daniel." I nod my head and encourage her to keep talking. "I-I, uh, was-" Before she finishes her sentence, the power goes out. Damn New York.

"Here, hold Steph, I'll get us some light." I walk to the kitchen and grab some candles and light them. "There, that should work for now." I place one on the table and two on the coffee table by the couch."Peg?" Shes gone. "Peggy." She comes back and sits on the couch. "Wheres Steph?"

"I put her to sleep. Shes had quite the day. As have we all." I hum in agreement. "Daniel...I can't stay with my friends forever, and I can't stay here... But I can't take Steph with me anywhere else I go. At least for now."

"Peg. What are you saying...?" She looks away from me and I can see the tears rolling down her cheek. "Hey.." I wipe them away and hold her face in my hands. "Whats going on? Whats got you so upset?"

"Can she stay with you?" She sniffles. "When you aren't at work. Can- Can Stephanie live here with you..." I back away, slightly, in complete shock, and shake my head.

"Peggy.. you can't-Peg."

"I-I don't have any other choice. I can't stay there with my friends, and I can't sty here because-" She looks away and takes another deep breath. Shes hiding something. "Because I don't want to put you in danger. Or Stephanie. Shes just a baby, Daniel. She can hardly speak and walk, let alone defend herself or cry for help if someone-"

"Okay okay okay, just breathe. Look at me. Take a deep breath. And breath." She was starting to hyperventilate. "Think about this, Peg. Really think about it." She shakes her head and more tears fall.

"I have. I'm taking the advice and allowing people to help me and...and be involved more in my life. And this is how I do that; at least for now." I place my hand on her shoulder and give it a squeeze. "I'll pick her up from her sitters, and come here, with you, or stay until you come home and then you will have her for the rest of the night. And in the mornings I will come by to see you both and take her back so you and I can go to work."

"Peggy, thats a lot of work to do. How long do you think you can keep that up?"

"I don't know. I just...I need this to work until its over."

"Till whats over?" At first she hesitates, then answers.

"Till this case with Howard is solved. Then...I'll figure the rest out when I get there." I pull her in for a hug and she hold on tightly. When she lets go I kiss her on the forehead, and she smiles. I take her to my room and she lays down. "Daniel? Can you stay with us? Just until I fall asleep?"

"Yeah, sure." I sit on the edge of the bed and she curls up to me on my chest, just like she did before, and I don't move away. She lays close, as if afraid of something, and closes her eyes to fall asleep. I don't know what it is thats bothering her so much, but whatever it is needs to stop being such a pain in the ass. I hate seeing her in pain and fear. Maybe she'll open up more and tell me, but right now I'm content on her sleeping it off.

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