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rinwritesfics · 11 months

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How (Not) to Heal - Chapter 5

Plot: After being rescued from Mount Tantiss, Crosshair has to figure out how to work with the Batch again - and their new medic. It would be fine if he didn’t start to fall in love with her.

Warnings: Cross is mean in this one

Word Count: 1211

Author’s Note: This chapter was originally longer, but I had to break it into multiple parts, thanks Tumblr.

Previously

Chapter 5 It’s easy to describe how simple a mission sounds. You go in, erase a computer, steal some data while you’re at it, then blow the place to smithereens. Four simple steps. But a stealth mission was anything but simple, especially for the Bad Batch. Nothing was ever simple for the squad. Even before with only four people, despite being known for their success rate, they were also known for how messy things could get. Adding Echo brought the team to five, but now the team had a medic and a little sister. Crosshair wasn’t sure just how messy things would get with seven people. “You sure you know how to fire a blaster and hit the target?” Crosshair asked Ka’li. She scowled at him. “Yes, Crosshair, I know how to fire a DC-17. I may be a medic, but I can still shoot.” She turned to the target range and called out she was firing, then made three excellent shots: one in the face, one in the throat, and one in the chest, the holes in the target aligning like stars in a story. He scowled back, trying to hide that he was impressed. Currently, they were all at an underground rebellion base in prep for their mission. The range was quite rudimentary to Crosshair, but it did its job.

She set the blaster down in the safety position, then turned to Crosshair. “Why are you here with me and not with Omega?” “Because I’ve seen her shoot her bow. I had my doubts about both of you joining us in the field, but I had never seen you shoot.” “I honestly prefer healing over killing, but in a war, I know the only choice I have is them or me.” Crosshair crossed his arms and leaned against the barrier in your little firing lane. “It all makes sense, now,” he drawled, then moved the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other. “What does?” “You.” “Oh, do I?” She crossed her arms. He nodded. “You’re a little saint.” He didn’t say it in a kind tone. He said it in the harshest way possible. He couldn’t stand her. He couldn’t stand to be apart from her. He couldn’t stand how he couldn’t stand it all. “Excuse me?” “I called you a little saint, sweetheart. You’re so perfect. Oh, how you just want to save everyone. You make me sick.” “Then why are you still here with me?” “Maker, I wish I knew.” He watched her unload the powerpack from the weapon, lock it, then holster both pieces separately. “You know, Crosshair, every time I think you’re warming up to me, you do something stupid like this.” “Why would I warm up to you?” “Hells if I know! You seem to like dangling friendship over my head, then ripping it away! I’m done with it!” “I don’t dangle friendship over your pretty little head.” “Osik, Crosshair! Now go blow it out your shebs!” She turned on her heel and stormed out of the range. He ran his hands over his face. He’d done it again. What was it about her that got him so damn worked up in the wrong way? He stalked to the meeting room, knowing full well he was a half-hour early and sulked. It started to dawn on him. This was still war. He could still lose everything and everyone. Why take the risk of someone else in his life? The meeting came and went and he had to hold in a sigh of relief at the assignments. He could be alone as much as he wanted until the building was breached. But then Hunter dropped the news. “Crosshair, as soon as you are in the building, you and Ka’li will meet up here -” he pointed on the holomap “- and work to release the prisoners. Echo, Tech, and Omega will get the data. Rex and I will be on another level freeing more clones, and Wrecker -” “Set the explosives!” he cheered. Crosshair rolled his eyes. He would rather have been assigned with Rex than with Ka’li, especially with how he treated her that morning. He looked over at her, but she didn’t look at him. Oh, this was bound to go swimmingly.

* * *

“Remember your assignments,” Hunter said quietly, “And don’t forget about the experimental droids they’ve been building. We’ve seen what Separatist droids could do, and there’s no telling what these ones are capable of.” Crosshair began to climb a ways up to reach his viewpoint and settled in behind a boulder. Despite his armor, he could feel the sparse grass soaking his armor with its morning dew. He scrunched his nose at the feeling, but he still settled into his position. Hunter gave the signal to go and the rest of the team ran across the bridge to the landing pad and in through the hangar door, blasting their way through the chaos that started to pour out. Alarms began to scream into the morning breeze. Crosshair took each shot with ease and cleared a path for them. At the hangar door, Hunter and Rex stayed, allowing Crosshair any needed cover as he made his way across the bridge, too. Once he was inside, they split up and Crosshair made a beeline for the lower level cell block. He almost ran face-first into Ka’li. The look in her eyes was poorly disguised disdain, but she took a breath and didn’t let it come out as more than a slightly sharper tone than usual. “Glad you made it. We’re about to have company.” He narrowed his eyes, but he remembered she couldn’t see it and dropped the scowl. It was going to be exhausting to keep up an appearance, anyway. After all, it wasn’t her fault – he had done this. He wanted to bite out how he knew they would be stuck in a firefight soon, how he wasn’t stupid, but she was already swiping a stolen keycard through the first door release. Crosshair kept an eye out for the incoming Stormtroopers and Imperial security droid units as he tossed the freed clones some… liberated DC-17’s he had picked up on the way. He turned back to the hallway leading away from the dead end of this cellblock and wished he had at least one targeting mirror. He would just have to make do without it. It was his job to keep a lookout. He was the sniper. He was tasked with everyone’s safety. Knowing they trusted him to do that scraped away at some of the pain inside him. He was more than capable of doing his job without fancy tricks, especially down a straight path. It was just more fun the other way. “Ka’li,” he said into his helmet’s comms. “Here comes company.” She swiped the card through the last door release as Crosshair began to fire at the incoming enemies. She called the attention briefly of the freed men and explained to them they were to follow Crosshair’s lead first and foremost. She then pushed through the men to get to Crosshair’s side. “On your mark, Cross.” Her voice was steady and held no contempt for him in it. A small thrill went through him. “Mark.”

Chapter 6 Tags: @crosshairsbabygurl, @starrylothcat, @thecoffeelorian, @idoubleswearimawriter, @heylosers06, @totesnothere04, @dangraccoon, @the-hexfiles, @jediknightjana

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storytimewithanonwriter · 2 years

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Always

Tasm!Peter x Doctor! reader

Hello all! This is a request from @dracomalfoy2906

Warnings: blood, bruises, injuries, talk about infertility, curse words, Typos, and not the best writing!

“ Honey, my nephew is stopping in. He did something to his shoulder. Skateboarding. Could you take a look? He honestly is only stopping in for my peace of mind.” May popped by your office. The hospital was super slow today, but no one dared say it aloud.

“ Yeah, May, of course! When he gets here, bring him here. I’m just on call today, Catching up on paperwork .”

“ y/n, you need to take a break from this place sometime, you know?”

“ Yes, mom,” you laughed. May Parker become your work mom. She always looked out for you, ensuring you ate, took breaks, and cared for yourself.

“ I’m serious! Anyway, I will send Peter to see you when he gets here.”

About thirty minutes later, you heard a knock at the door. You looked up to find a beautiful brown eye, brown fluffy-haired man. This must be Peter. May had told you so much about him; you kind of felt like you knew him already.

“ Dr. Y/L/N? I’m Peter May’s nephew. “

“ Hey, Peter, come in and sit. And please call me Y/N.” You smiled

“ Oh, ok. Thank you. I’m honestly not that hurt, but May..”

“ She worries a lot, I know. She is like my mom here at work. “

He laughed. “ Sound like May.”As you examined Peter’s shoulder., he started to hiss in pain.

“ Well, Peter, you banged your shoulder up pretty good. But I’m sure ice and ibuprofen should do the trick. “

“ that’s what I told Aunt May !”

“ Well, it is still a good idea to get checked out. What were you doing anyway? May said skateboarding? “

“ Yeah, I have been skateboarding since I was a little kid. When I get free time, I try to go out skating .”

“ Nice, I was never good. But my brother was great! I saw some pretty bad injuries … sometimes I think that’s when I became interested in medicine.” You laughed. Peter was so easy to talk to.

“ That’s crazy! Did you grow up around here? Maybe I skated with him? “

“ Yeah, we did. His name is Michael. He went by Mikey as a teen… he used to skate at ….”

“ The skatepark down by the River? “

“ yep! That would be my big brother!”

“ wow, Mikey’s little sister… small world.”

“ Yeah, small world,” you smiled. “Well, Peter, now you know where my office is, so if you ever need anything..”

“ Yeah, cool. Thanks again, y/n. Maybe I will see you soon? Hopefully not be injured. “He smiled as he left.

You quickly called Mike.

“ Mike!! “

“ Sis, how are you?”

“ I’m good... I just had someone you know come into my office… Peter Parker ?”

“ I haven’t heard that name in years! We used to skateboard together. Nice guy!”

“ Yeah, he really is”….

…

May had a plan. She knew how perfect you were for Peter and how perfect Peter was for you. Step one of her plan had worked; now, step two was thank-you dinner at her place.

“ Y/N!! I wanted to thank you again for checking Peter out. “

“ It was really nothing. “

“ well, Peter is my boy, so it meant everything to me! How about you come to dinner at my place Saturday at 7? You are off and not on call… I already checked. “

You laughed at May. “ ok, ok, May! I will bring the wine! “

She smiled as you walked off. Taking out her phone, May sent a quick text to Peter.

Dinner at 7 pm on Saturday. Do not be late. Bring flowers. Y/n is coming.

Match Maker May was in business.

…

Saturday came quickly. You were exhausted from your week. Generally, on a free Saturday, you would spend it alone with an excellent book, but May Parker was like your mom. You could not turn down the invite.

Arriving at the address, you knocked. You waited and hummed a tune. The door opens up to reveal Peter.

“ Hey, Peter! Nice to see you again! “

“ It’s good to see you! Come in!”

As you walked in, you took in the house. It was so homie. You saw pictures of Peter when he was small and smiled. You were about to say something when you saw May walk down the stairs.

“ Hello, Honey! I’m so glad you made it. I’m so sorry, but I’m going to have to head in. Gladys called in sick, and Marie is out with the baby. I already cooked. You and Peter should stay and have dinner.”

May Parker was a genius.

“ oh, ok”

“Bye, you two have fun! “ May headed out

“ so, Peter, what do you do for work?”

“ oh, I am a research scientist at OSCORP. I also do some freelance photography for The Bugle.”

“ that’s amazing! A man of science . “ you giggled “ I would love to see your photos!”

“ Yeah, sure. I have some of my old stuff in my room here. I mean, it's stuff from High school ..”

“ Ooo! A time capsule of Peter Parker’s life! I’m intrigued now !”

Peter laughed. “Well, let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

You followed Peter into the dining room.

“ Daisies! My favorite. “ you smiled

Peter smiled at your excitement.

Peter was already falling for you. And you were falling for him. This dinner would be the first of many you and Peter had. After dinner number five, Peter asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a match made in heaven.

…

Month three is when you find out about Peter’s secret identity. He landed on your fire escape, blood and bruised. Hearing the thud, you quickly made your way to find New York’s web-slinger passed out at your window.

“ umm… uh … Mr.Spider-Man, I’m Y/n… can you hear me? No? Oh, ok. Umm...I am a doctor, so I'm going to check your injuries.”

Spider-Man didn’t move. You assessed the damage.

“Oh, shit,” he needed so many stitches. So, you proceed to drag him inside. You weren’t going to take off his mask, but the laceration on his chin needed a closer look. You rolled up the mask to the edge of his nose. Spider-Man began to stir, and his mask rolled past his nose, revealing someone you knew very well. You gasped.

“ Pete “

“ Y/N,” Peter croaked

“ Yeah, you are ok. I have got you.” You continue to work on Peter. Whatever he got himself into was not great.

“ I’m ….sorry you …had to find …out this way. I needed help.” He was becoming more and more alert.

“Petey, don’t worry. I’ve got you. Always. …I kinda figured something was up. You had way too many “ skateboarding” injuries. My money was on underground fight club, not Spider-Man.”

Peter laughed, “ ouch.”

“Take it easy, Tiger. “

….

Month 6 is when you moved in with Peter. Everyone said it was early, but it just felt right. You still kept your place for nights you were on call ( it was closer to the hospital), but you loved the shared space with Peter. At this point, Peter had met everyone in your family. They loved him. Your sister, Emily, and brother were over the moon that their baby sister found such a great guy. Mike was excited to reconnect with an old friend. Your friends with we're ecstatic as well

“ I'm so excited! You know Matt wanted me to set you up with his brother at the wedding. As if!! I love you too much! You would be a great sister-in-law, but... Nic is... Well, Nic.” Was Steph’s response when you told her you needed to add a plus one to her wedding. Stephanie was one of your best friends. Your moms had been friends since you two were in diapers. You just clicked. So it was no question you were a bridesmaid.

The wedding was beautiful. Your sister's kids stole the show. Sage was the cutest flower girl, and Ryder was the best ring bearer. After the ceremony, you were tasked with rounding up the kiddos for the photos. You rounded the corner to hear giggling.

“ No! Peter, Sage is three, and I’m 6.”

“ Are you sure? I think Miss Sage looks a little older than you?”

Ryder busted out laughing! “ you are silly, Peter. “

“ What are you three up to?”

“ Auntie! Tell Peter that I’m the oldest, not Sage !”

“ I will. Buddy, come on, you have to get your photo taken with Aunt Steph!”

“ Ok, can Peter come?”

“Of course!” You smiled. It made your heart swell how much Ryder warmed up to Peter.

The rest of the night, Ryder and Sage never left Peter’s side. They danced, laughed, and played the night away.

“ He is gonna make a great father one day.” You overheard one of the other bridesmaids say. Your heart sank. During your whirlwind of a romance, you and Peter never brought up kids. You knew you couldn’t have kids of your own. Fertility issues ran in the family, so when you turned 25, you had a test run. When the results came back, you were devastated. The diagnosis was something you had come to terms with over the years. ( even though it did make it any easier) How could you forget to tell Peter?

…

The day after the wedding was rough. You ended up at May’s after the wedding. Her place was much closer than yours and Peter’s. You were hungover, but May made breakfast, so you got up and trotted down the stairs.

“ Good Morning, y/n.”

May sang.

“ morning May” you smiled

“ morning, bug” Peter gave you a peck on the cheek

“ Peter was telling me all about the wedding last night. It sounds like a good time! “

“ It really was. It was beautiful.”

“ I heard you caught the bouquet.”

“ yeah, I’m pretty sure Steph planned it. I’m not in a hurry,” you said, looking at peter smiling back at you.

“ Peter said he met your niece and nephew. Sage and Ryder ?”

“ I was telling May about Ryder trying to crowd surf and how he ended up falling asleep on me. And how Sage kept making me twirl her around. She was adorable.”

“ yeah, They loved you.”

“ Peter is always so great with kiddos! I can’t wait to hear the pitter-patter of little feet in this house again. Peter always said he wanted a big family. One day soon, hopefully.” May smiled

You froze. Not only were you going to break Peter’s heart now, but you were also going to break May's heart as well. Finally, you gave may a slight grin. You looked over to Peter. He was in his own world. He didn’t hear what she said. There was a siren going off. He was trying to see if he needed to slip away.

“ I’m going to head back up to bed. I’m not feeling great. Too much wine last night. “ you excused yourself

“ ok, honey. “ May said with a smile.

“ love, I will be up soon. We can head home, alright? “

You have a quick nod, and you walk away, trying to hide your tears.

…

Month 7 is when you ran. You made it home from May’s and headed straight to the bedroom. Peter followed

“ love bug, what’s wrong? You are so quiet. “

“ Nothing, I just am tired, that’s all.”

“you know you can tell me anything, right? Did I do something? I just feel like you..”

“ No, Peter. I’m fine .” You were not OK. You were panicking. You couldn’t stay with Peter knowing that he wants to have kids and you can't give him them.

“ ok, I’m going to go one patrol early since I didn’t go last night. When I get back movie night?”

“ Sounds great,” you said, knowing that you would be long gone when he returned.

“ Ok, good!! “ he turned to leave but turned back to kiss you quickly. “ I love you.”

“I love you too, Peter. “

That night when he returned all, he found a simple note on the counter.

Peter,

I’m sorry. It's for your own good. I love you...

Yours forever,

Bug

He tried to call you. You had already blocked his number. He went to your apartment. You left a note there as well.

Pete,

Please, don't try to find me. Know that I love you always.

Yours,

Bug

Peter screamed in frustration. He didn’t understand. He knew you were upset. That is why he went on patrol. He thought you needed space. He wanted to give you that space; he didn’t know you would run away.

He called everyone in your family, and no one knew anything.

He called Steph to see what she knew.

“ Peter, she isn't with me. I don't know what is going on.”

“ Steph, I know you are lying...She tells you everything. Where is she? What happened?”

“ Peter, just let it go. Let her…”

“ I ALREADY LOST THE LOVE OF MY LIFE ONCE… I can’t do it again. Please, Steph .”

“ I’m sorry.”

Steph hung up quickly. The phone was on speaker, and you heard everything.

“ I … I … “ you broke down in her arms.

“ it’s ok, love…. But I think you should talk to him. You didn’t even tell him anything … you just ran. You don’t know how he would respond. He could…”

“ No, Steph. I can’t let him give up on his dream because of me. I can’t give him what he wants .”

“ just… take some time to think.

And that’s what you did.

...

It had been four months since you left. Peter never stopped looking for you. You literally disappeared. You moved jobs and found a new place to live on the other side of the city, where you thought you wouldn’t run into Peter. But Peter was determined to see you. He just didn’t know where to look anymore. He became more and more distracted by the idea of finding you. One day on patrol, Peter was on the opposite side of the city than usual. He got a lead on a weapons trade. Then he thought he saw you. Swinging faster and faster, he missed judging his landing and took a tumble into a wall. He felt his wrist snap.

“Fuck!” He hissed as he looked at his wrist.

This was something he couldn’t fix himself. He would heal fast, but he still needed medical attention. He quickly changed into his street clothes and headed to the hospital closest to where he hid his backpack.

He was sitting in the room waiting to be seen. His eyes lit up as the door opened. You were there. You find Peter staring at you when you look up from the chart. You gasp and try to keep your professional manner. But the tears were starting to form.

“Peter... I umm... “ you cleared your throat and quickly gathered yourself.

“ Mr. Parker, what seems to be the problem?”

“ Well, Dr. Y/l/n. I have a broken heart. I didn’t know that there was a problem. I didn’t think anything was wrong, and I came home, and she was gone....Y/n what happened?”

“ not here, Peter. Let's get you fixed, ok?”

“My broken heart or my broken wrist? “

“Peter.”

For the rest of the visit, you were both quiet. You place a cast on his wrist. He would only need the cast a day or two with his accelerated healing.

“ Alright, you are all set.... “

Peter got up to leave, but you stopped him.

“Peter, I'm going on lunch in ten. Meet me outside on the bench near the fountain? “

“ Ok.”

...

You didn't expect to see Peter in your hospital. Honestly, we're not expecting to see him ever again. You had written a long letter explaining everything and planned to send it. When you saw him again, you felt the need for closure. You needed it, and he needed it. That's why you invited him to lunch.

You found Peter sitting on the bench staring at the fountain.

“ This is my favorite spot. I come here to clear my head a lot.”

“ I see why. It's very nice.”

“ How are you?”

“ Well, I have spent the past four months trying to find the love of my life. She ran away and only left a note. Kinda fucks with someone, ya know ?” Peter didn't sound mad. He sounded hurt. You hurt him. You left to protect him, not hurt him.

“ I'm sorry. I did what I thought was the best thing for you. I couldn't help at...”

“ Did you ever think to ask me what I thought was the best for me? I didn't even get a choice. You left and went no contact.”

“ Petey, I'm so...”

“ Why did you do it?”

“ It was for your own good. I could not give you the life you want, and I left because you deserve...”

“ my own good? Y/n, my life was dull until I met you. The life I want is with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to have kids with you. I want to...”

“ JUST STOP, PETER! Stop! ... I can't give you that life. That is why I left !”

“I don't understand! I thought we were on the same page. I loved you. I still fucking love you.”

You were crying.

“ I love you too… I just ..”

“ Then why did you run? “

“ I was scared. Ok, Peter! I was scared, so I fucking ran.”

“Scared? Scared of what?”

“ When I saw you with my niece and nephew at Steph’s wedding, I couldn’t help to think of how wonderful you would be as a father. Then, we went to May’s, and you talked and talked about Sage and Ryder. You were so happy. You were off in your thoughts when May mentioned that you always wanted a big family. I … I was scared that when you found out I can’t have children of my own, I wouldn’t be enough. So, I ran. I ran because I love you. And I know you. I know that you would give up on that dream for me… and ….I can't let you do that .”

You sat staring at the fountain crying. Peter didn't say anything. It felt like hours until he finally spoke up. You didn't notice he was crying until he reached over and grabbed your hand. You looked up at him.

“ Bug, You will always be enough. I'm sorry you felt that way. I would never... I love you. And yes, I want a big family, but there are so many other ways to have a family. Fostering, adopting, surrogates, dogs, cats, lizards … “ you both laughed “ well, maybe not lizards… I don’t have the best track record with them …. But, even if you looked at me and said I don’t want children, I would be right by your side because I love you, y/n. I will always love you.”

You were sobbing. Why did you let fear lead your actions? You lost four months with the person you love because you were afraid. But, now starring a Peter, you wonder why you ever worried.

“ I love you too. I’m so sorry… I ran. I didn’t know what you would think I ….”

“ It’s ok, My love.” He leaned over and kissed you so gently.

“ I missed that,” you smiled.

“ I missed you more. When do you get off?”

“ I… ugh… I’m technically off now. I told them that my last patient turned out to be my fiancée, so I needed to deal with his stupidity….”

“ you lied to your new boss….”

“I didn’t know how this was going to go!! I may have needed the rest of the day off to cry more….”

“ Oh, how I have missed you so much. Let’s go home, love.”

You smiled and headed back to the place your heart never left.

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liyazaki · 1 year

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Hi! 😊 I'd love to know 4, 9, 11, 14 & 46 for the gif-maker ask 💜

thank you, Jane! 🥰

4. a set that flopped but deserved better

borrowing from a previous answer: I struggled like crazy making this VegasPete request set- it was one of the only times I was not having a good time GIFFing at all & it just didn't do that well. fun fact: it's kinda-sorta meant to be a pair with this Pete-centric set. c'est la vie.

9. what/who inspired you to start making gifs?

ITSAY! everything with me leads back to BKPP/the ITSAYverse 😌

I hadn't been on Tumblr for years & I didn’t create content back then, but ITSAY left me so obliterated (affectionate) that I had to make something for it, starting with a terrible little Fire on Fire lyric set. I (hopefully) redeemed myself on my blogoversary by redoing it 🤪

11. what is that one set you made that just won’t die?

this Lil Nas X post will haunt me 'till the day I die, but there are worse things. I linked to an RB with commentary that was excellent. I also made a stupid one-sentence IWTV post recently when I was still bleary-eyed pre-coffee that's closing in on 5K notes. that's not an insane amount or anything, but dear lord WHY.

14. how long does it usually take you to make a set?

when I'm hustling & have existing coloring I can drag & drop? 20-30 minutes. when it's artistic or detailed, hours on end. I like near-instant gratification though (thanks, ADHD), so I can rarely stand spending more than 4-5 days tops on even the most complicated set.

46. ever gotten a really sweet compliment over a set?

so many! I feel lucky that the feedback I get is consistently so sweet, so positive & it really encourages me to keep creating (I looove me some words of affirmation). I have a folder in my phone with screenshots of my favorite tags for serotonin purposes & I'm not ashamed to say it 😌

ask me gif making questions

#mor answers #jane tag #gif making #ask game #lil nas x

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Hello 👋 could I request a matchup for marvel & Harry Potter.

I’m a heterosexual 5’2 female who’s on the chubbier side, I have jet black hair that’s naturally dry curly but usually it’s straight. I’m very nurturing and my love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. I also do prefer older men.

I like reading and a huge fan of sweet {sometimes dark} romance, oh and I love horror movies even though I’m scared of many things.

My style is mostly on the feminine side, so like dresses and skirts. My favorite colors are everywhere but mainly pink, red, black, white.

I do wear black jeans and jumpsuits on regular too, I wear gold bracelets and rings everyday, just because I’m allergic to cheap metal lol 💀.

I’m shy at first but when I get comfortable I can be very sarcastic and funny, I’m open minded and try to look at the bright side of things most of the time, also I’m quiet but I can also say the most out of pocket things ever lmao.

My hobbies would include banking things like bread and chocolate chip chocolates.

I have this little habit of laughing when somebody I like tries to intimidates me, I’m also soft spoken but I have kinda of a deep voice but I try to make it softer. Oh and LOVE cats.

Could you include a wedding dress with an outfit for the fandom. {btw I’m a hufflepuff} and theme song, and a moodborad, everything for both please and thank you.

Take your time and have a nice day/night.🤍🤍

Hello dear💖, Thanks for your request.

For Marvel I ship you with:

Steve Rogers a.k.a Captain America🇺🇲

You were apart of the avengers when shield found you.

You were known for being a goddess, the sibling of Freya .

You were able to make those around you feel happy and loved.

You were originally engaged to Loki however you fell to earth as an escape from your old life.

You were as strong as any of the gods were, excelling strength and speed.

Steve met you through the shield agency and he slowly fell in love with you.

Your outfit:

You were quite fond of humans and very nurturing towards them.

Steve would most likely develop these feelings after you went to asguard.

Your first kiss would be in your dimension.

your moodboard:

Your wedding was on earth however even though you were married this didn’t stop the god of mischief from trying to win your heart. You had a demi god child with your abilities, hair and his eyes.

your theme song:

For harry potter I ship you with:

Sirius Black🐕

So I thought he would suit you more since the trope of the good girl falls for the bad boy.

He was a mischief maker and you were the good student who often stayed on the good side.

Sirius developed feelings for you sometime in the 4th year.

You were the popular student that didn’t side well with the Slytherins.

Your personalities and tastes match perfectly well.

You often had perfect grades, some of the boys in Hogwarts developed crushes on you as well.

You were closer to the marauders and you had a knack for broom flying and baking.

McGonagall favored you.

Your outfit:

You would be also a Animagus, a cat in particular.

Your moodboard:

Your wedding would be at the order with a pureblood witch, your child would be talented. They would be sorted into Hufflepuff. They would have your hair and eyes.

Your wedding dress:

Your theme song:

anyways that’s all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

#marvel matchup #marvel matchups open #harry potter matchup #harry potter matchups open

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moodywritesmoody · 8 months

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The Rivers of New Scotland Yard (A Stally fanfic - ft Ella and Janine being a riot)

Janine let the rest of their arguing go unheard as she continued to check on the contents of the boiling, grilling, and frying pots and pans. It was going to be a feast - that was the most exciting part; everyone could at least agree on that. In maybe another hour they would all be eating and drinking and making merry.

Then maybe after a few ciders and when they were all partied out and content, Janine might ask Ella for an easy no pressure chat.

It struck her again, how weird it was that she was friends with Ella at all. Because Ella was her ex-boyfriend’s therapist, the answers to some of his most baffling behaviour was forever just beyond her grasp. Even if they had only been fake dating. And not in the cute fanfiction sense. Enough time had passed since Sherlock revealed his lies that she felt she could probably survive happily not knowing just what he was thinking at the time, but also just enough time had passed that Ella might maybe let some inconsequential detail slip. Inconsequential but enlightening. And so the temptation to beg an insight off of her was ever present. She still hadn’t managed to convince Ella that the ethics of Doctor-patient confidentiality were short sighted at best and blunt force trauma at worst. But Janine was persuasive, she was Irish after all.

Ella was presently negotiating some agreement about technology usage with her teenagers. And after a few minutes of civil debate, they seemed to come to acceptable terms and went separate ways again. The kids back to the stream and Ella to their busy kitchen set-up.

“Ogh, this smells insanely good already, Janine.”

“Thank you kindly. Salted with the sweat of my brow.”

“I’m glad you’re such an excellent cook because if we had to do Sainsbury's pies around the fire this wouldn’t be nearly as fun.”

“Hey you make a really good beef stew now. It only took you, what, two tries to master it?”

“Yeah because you just cut the stuff and toss it in a pot and forget about it until it starts to smell good, that’s about as complex as I can handle. Probably also because you’re such a patient teacher.”

Janine felt chuffed, but shrugged like it was no big deal. She was a patient teacher, no big deal.

“Well you’re a great student.”

Ella gave her a look, “No I’m not.”

“No, you’re not.”

Ella chuckled.

Janine chortled.

“Don’t tell my kids, I like that they think I was a model student in school, instead of a permanent resident of detention.”

“Nah, your kids would be proud of you.”

“Hah.”

“They had a rebel as a mum. A proper trouble maker.”

“Yeah well. They’re both doing so well already, I won’t sabotage that for anything.”

“Fair.”

…

(Chapter 2 snippet)

#I just need more of these four in Sherlock and all I have is ao3 #you can’t tell me they wouldn’t get up to absolute shenanigans #Ella Thompson #Janine Hawkins #Ella Thompson x Janine Hawkins #Ella Thompson/Janine Hawkins #wlw Wednesday #Sherlock wlw #femslash #sherlock femslash #femslash Friday #ao3 #sherlock #johnlock #fanfiction #stally #The Rivers of New Scotland Yard #TRoNSY

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TWST Fanfic "Her Lost Voice": Chapter 16

Strap in, readers - this rollercoaster is just getting started lol

Chapter 16: A Turn of the Tide

"Hello, Father."

His Majesty froze for a moment, thinking he had seen a ghost as soon as Elise appeared. She looked so much like her mother all on her own but seeing his late wife's pearl hair pins in her dark hair played further tricks on him.

"Daughter," he said it as if he were bringing himself back to reality, "You look well."

Elise's father had become a man of much fewer words in recent years. This never changed regardless of how long they had seen each other. It was strangely comforting in a way.

"Thank you, Father. I will be much better soon. There's something very important I need to talk to you about."

The king sat in a nearby armchair and gestured to the matching one across from him. This was an unspoken formality that all of his subjects, family included, knew well: when the king invited one to sit in front of him, he also gave them permission to speak. Elise curtsied and took her seat before continuing, "Father, something has happened to me this past summer."

"Edward has informed me to an extent, yes," he said dryly as he leaned back into the creaking leather, "And some nonsense about you giving up your status as my daughter?"

Elise took a deep quiet breath, "That is probably the only true thing he told you, Father. Half true anyway. I will always be your daughter, but I no longer wish to be a part of the royal Coralette family. There's somewhere else I want to build a life of my own now. So that is my intention."

In place of the angry outburst or cynical condescending remark Elise fully expected, she watched as sadness and grief broke through the grey expression on her aged father's face. King Erik suddenly looked the same as he did on that day when Elise's mother didn't come back to them.

"May I know why you have decided this, my dear child?" his voice shook but he was still ready to listen. And he did. The king listened to every part of his daughter's journey that led her up to this point: her transformation, her time under the sea as a mermaid, losing and gaining her voice back, all of it. He frowned when this young man by the name of Ashengrotto kept cropping up.

"Am I to understand that you hold deep affection for this...merfolk boy I've never laid eyes on, Elise?"

His daughter couldn't help but stifle a laugh at her father's sudden protectiveness, "It's more than just infatuation, Father. I love him. And given your past approach to merfolk, can you really blame me for not bringing him straight to you to ask for your blessing...?"

The father groaned not because he thought Elise was being ridiculous, but because he knew that she meant every word. Elise left her seat and kneeled at her father's side, "Father, please I beg of you. I know how much you fear the sea and its people ever since Mother died but-"

"Not another word, Elise," his sudden change in tone caught her off guard, "I confess...you're even more like your mother than I realized. Stubborn and restless as the sea itself. She always had an insatiable fondness for it and the merfolk that inhabited it. Nothing frightened her like it did me and your siblings. She was fearless and full of compassion. Out of all my children, you are the most like her."

He suddenly stood and walked away from her. Erik crossed the room and stared down at a familiar box that stood out among his things. It greatly resembled the music box Elise's mother had given her. He silently opened it and concealed its contents in his hand with a deep sigh, "And that is exactly why I must let you go on your terms instead of trying to hide you away any longer..."

He returned to his daughter's side and showed her the small vial in his hand, "Your mother was a master ambassador and potion maker. She excelled at making temporary potions that allowed merfolk to come onto land. So much that she tried to make another that would do the opposite for humans. I see now how much of a pity it is that she could never finish it but...I believe she would want you to have this even if it is incomplete."

Elise gingerly took the vial into her hands and stared at the scrap piece of paper wrapped around it, listing its contents, "What is it lacking?"

"Certain ingredients that could only come from very specific region of the Coral Sea. One that most humans cannot reach without a great deal of help, I recall her saying. If this Azul Ashengrotto is as brilliant as you say, I imagine he can and will complete it."

Elise gasped as she looked into her father's eyes. They were sad but he was smiling for the first time in years. She leapt up and threw her arms around him with a sob, "Thank you, Father!"

"My sweet Elise, I can only hope that you can forgive your family for our foolishness. I hope the next time we see each other; it will be a far happier occasion."

There was only one problem left now: how much they would miss each other.

The ceremony itself was lovely. Emily had never looked more radiant or happy. Had she not known better, Elise would almost buy it. But honestly...what did it matter anymore? Elise smiled and applauded with the rest of the crowd as the bride and groom kissed. While all eyes were on the happy couple, Elise was bursting with a deeper radiance that couldn't be explained. Not that it had to be to a certain onlooker.

After the wedding concluded, the reception was held down on the lower deck and Elise suddenly felt like a new person in the best and worst way. She mostly floated about through the crowd making polite small talk to those that noticed her and knew who she was despite her distance from the wedding party. Most of the guests were clamoring around the bride, groom, and their two families either giving genuine congrats or just trying to brown nose into the royals' favor. Elise recognized other royals and noblemen in attendance but was overjoyed when her distant observer smiled her way before gracefully separating herself from a small cluster to approach Elise. It was none other than her old friend, Her Highness Reine Castilene.

Elise nearly ran straight into her friend's open arms, "Oh Seven, how I've missed you!"

The ivory princess chuckled, "I was told by my little sister prefect to give you a big hug so here I am to deliver," Reine released her bestie with a mischievous grin, "Well, that's only half true...I've also been hearing quite a bit about your summer adventures."

Frankly, Elise should have known. As much as she loved and adored Cowrie, the eel was a chatterbox to the right person and that person was Reine. All she could do was burst into a pink blush and laugh, "I'm glad at least it was you that cornered me..."

The two girls, somehow, broke away to speak privately back on the upper deck. Though the guests down below could no doubt hear their laughter. It had been too long, and they were both in riveting spirits.

"What's with that look?!"

Reine was grinning like Chenya on National Strawberry Tart Day, "Ooh you're just reminding me of when I realized my feelings for Riddle darling. It's so cuuuute."

Elise snorted, "Ah yes, you and 'Riddle darling'. The Legendary Sacred Night Raven power couple."

"And look who's joined our ranks. I wonder what you'll call your smitten beloved in time," Reine's grin quickly turned to full snark as Elise's face turned pink once more.

"I haven't really called him anything special. Just Azul. It all happened so quickly...and then I left."

Reine watched as Elise's face fell into something between sadness and longing, "Hmm. A princess who became a mermaid. Fell in love with a merman only to turn back into a princess again...it must have been heartbreaking for you both."

Elise laughed bitterly as a hot wave of tears pricked at her eyes, "I'm not even a princess anymore. I'm just...Elise, a human missing a life she had for a short while-"

She halted all at once and remembered the vial that she had kept in a hidden pocket this entire time, "Reine, I need your help now more than ever. You're always going to Night Raven to visit Riddle, right?"

"Yes, I'm actually going tomorrow-Oh!" Reine chirped when Elise suddenly grabbed her hand and folded the vial inside her palm.

"Please give this to Azul as soon as you get there. I will forever be in your debt if you do this!" her glassy eyes were wide and pleading. How could Reine refuse? The ivory girl smiled gently before taking the vial and holding it to her heart.

"As a future queen, I would be honored to help a mermaid find her way home. So long as she agrees to visit every once in a while, and maybe even be my future daughter's godmother, of course."

"Absolutely!" Elise cried out in pure joy as she hugged Reine to her.

Everything was falling into place, as bittersweet as the taste it left behind but Elise couldn't be happier! She would be eternally grateful for her father and Reine's kindness and repay it tenfold the minute the opportunity arose. It was only when the ship suddenly started to rock that Elise's joy turned into panicked confusion. The guests down below cried out first in shock and then in horror. The two girls quickly peered over the edge and saw two things at once: the waters below were full of shark fins circling the ship and that those weren't normal sharks. Emily's piercing shriek forced Elise's eyes to the bow of the ship. Something had crawled onto the deck and was now crouching down on its arms...its long-finned tail whipping back and forth, igniting more panic amongst the people below.

Prince Edward swiftly jumped into action. He and the security circled the creature, with weapons at the ready as Emily continued to frantically scream, "Kill it! Kill it and throw it overboard!"

The creature looked familiar. It was a merman but not a shark. It was an eel with bright yellow spots on its stormy blue-grey skin and ice blue eyes. Elise's feet were on fire as she bolted down the steps. Her heart rammed against her chest as she forced her way through the crowd, praying that the eel wasn't who she feared it was. Her voice pierced the air as it flew from her throat. But nothing compared to the split second their gazes met, and Elise saw how blown wide the eel's eyes were with fear. It wasn't Indigo like she had thought, thank goodness but he was still petrified as the aggressive ring closed in on him. He wasn't attacking, he was trying to escape one predator and was about to be caught by another.

"DON'T HURT HIM!"

Her brother and the guards suddenly reeled back as Elise flew past them and shielded the merman. Any outcry Edward made, she ignored when she realized that the eel was badly injured and running on nothing but adrenaline, "He isn't trying to attack us! He's injured and needs help!"

Edward grabbed Elise by the arm and tried to pull her away from the beast, "Elise, forget your obsession with these things and listen-"

His wrist was suddenly locked in a firm grasp and yanked away from his sister. When the prince turned to deal with the interference, he was met with his father's stern face. Before anyone else could try and stop her, Reine stood between the prince and her friend. She addressed the crowd in a commanding voice as her own bodyguards flanked her, "Please stand back! This merman is in need of immediate medical attention and antagonizing him will only make the situation more dire!"

Prince Edward shriveled under the sharp gaze Reine suddenly thrust upon him, "Your Highness. With all due respect, your subjects' safety is at stake because of what is in the water, not above it. You might want to take action where needed."

She didn't bother giving him time to argue but instead turned around to see Elise trying to soothe the eel. Elise had jumped straight into a first responder mindset.

"You are safe. It's alright. No one is going to hurt you," she spoke clearly but gently, "Please, let me help you."

A weak, raspy attempt at a hiss came from his scarred throat before he was overcome with fatigue. He couldn't speak but he didn't fight the human girl as she caught him in her arms and gently lowered him to the deck floor. His eyes were wild at first as he carefully watched Elise for any sign of betrayal. When he found none, he remained still as Elise desperately tried to seal with his wounds with healing magic. She gritted her teeth in frustration when they didn't show any evidence of recovery, "It's not working!"

Reine left crowd control to her guard and dove down next to Elise to try and help. Even with their combined efforts, the eel was still fading fast. The damage was too great, and he had lost a lot of blood already. Elise heard Reine cry out for any possible medical mages in the crowd, but her eyes were locked onto the moon shaped trinket the dying eel held in his grasp. He clumsily tried to show it to her once he saw the look of recognition, but he could barely lift his hand. Elise felt a fire in her gut as the aged crescent moon pendant fell into her lap: it looked just like Luna's or her mother's. It was cracked and covered with splotches of the eel's blood. It was broken...broken? A spark...an idea.

"Hold on! Please!" Elise put her hands on the eel and took a deep breath, " Return to what you once were! Undo the harm done and try again! Second Chance! "

Elise's unique magic poured into the merman's wrecked body with sluggish pops and crackles at first like a dying circuit, but she recited the incantation once again with more vigor. Over again until she could feel the magic flowing out of her like a fountain.

" Second Chance!! "

The magic began to pick up pace, flowing more smoothly like a whirlpool. She cried out in relief once the wounds started to close back up, even his scars began to fade, and the eel's breathing began to stabilize as if it were being turned back on a dial, "Yes YES!"

She did what she had thought impossible, and the world suddenly lost all its baring. Seconds later, she lost all feeling in her body and began to fall back. Before she could hit the hard wooden planks, Elise was floating, lighter than air. At least that's what she would have thought had she not heard her savior's rough whisper as he caught her.

"Thank you, Miss..."

Had it been hours or days? Elise was too disoriented to know for sure. The overpowering scent of roses was the only thing pulling her back to reality. She nearly toppled over when she woke with a start in an elaborate red and white room that she didn't recognize. It was nighttime and she was on land...somewhere. Fortunately, she did know the man sitting at her bedside fairly well. Reine's father smiled down at the girl as he helped her steady herself, "There, there, Elise. Take it slowly now."

She could barely form the words to ask any sort of question but putting two and two together, she figured it out. She was in the Rose Queendom.

"Please rest for now, my dear. You burned through your magical threshold at an alarming speed," The king gently lifted her mage stone ring from the nightstand and showed how clouded it was from the blot, "I am very impressed by your determination, Elise, but such power requires discipline."

Elise tried to speak but her throat nearly ripped apart in harsh coughs. She was quickly handed some water and laid back down to rest as soon as her fits calmed down. Reine was nowhere to be found and neither was the eel. The gentle father answered her searching eyes with a reassuring smile, "Do not fret. Reine left you in my care and departed for Night Raven immediately after. Said she had a very important message to deliver to a friend of yours, I believe. And your merfolk friend, he is here. Waiting for your recovery."

Elise followed his hand as it pointed out the nearby window. He helped her sit up just enough to look out into the gardens. To her relief and surprise, Elise saw the Roman eel she had healed as he rested in a large pool. His body seemed to be in near perfect condition. King Revon called down to him and he looked quite pleased to see Elise again, safe and well.

"He was quite worried about you. He refused to be left behind when Reine suddenly took you onto her vessel to bring you here. The poor young man swam after it the entire way here."

Elise felt her heart thump with gratitude and a bit of guilt. After everything he must have gone through, the merman still pushed himself to follow after her despite the danger. Elise finally found her voice again after drinking more water.

"Mr. Revon, sir. What day is it? How long was I asleep?"

"About a full day. It's late now, or early I should say, the rest of the palace went to sleep hours ago. But don't worry yourself, my daughter promised she would return very soon. In the meantime, she told me about what you accomplished, and I would like to help you."

Elise wasn't entirely sure what the noble royal meant but he took a seat across from her bed once more once he was sure she was settled back in properly, "Before I became The White King, I was a studied and well-practiced healer. There are many avenues to healing magic but so very few mages come by it as naturally or as powerfully as you do, dear Elise. Reine told me everything that happened before her very eyes: that merman was on the verge of death and with your unique magic alone, you didn't just heal him - you almost reversed the damage entirely as if rewinding a clock. I believe you have the power to become an incredible healer. If you so desire that path, I would gladly be your mentor."

Elise felt as if she may faint again. The King of the Rose Queendom wanted to mentor her?! A hardy chuckle flew from his large smile as soon as Elise's jaw went slack, "My goodness! Have I thrown you for a loop, my dear? Don't be so modest. Why my own daughter and future queen insisted. How could I refuse to take on such a talent?"

"Reine...gave me a recommendation, Your Majesty??" her voice sounded as soft as a child's.

Revon Elfern's eyes sparkled with the same warmth and affection Reine's often did, "You have been a very precious friend to my Reine since you were children. I've often felt you were my second daughter of sorts. From what she has told me, it seems that you are currently out in the world without an anchor. You've found your way but got lost within the twists and turns freedom sometimes throws at us. It isn't in my daughter's nature nor mine to abandon those most in need of our help. I shall do whatever it takes to honor that. So, what do you say? Will you accept and become my student? I doubt Sacred Crown would reject a formal internship, even a late one, with a licensed professional, much less with a royal!" His laugh filled her heart to the brim.

Everything was coming together. Elise had been so afraid, angry, and alone before but now...yes, the horizon she sought was right there at the end of her fingertips. Her smile and eyes lit up the room like the dawn.

"When do we start?"

The eel's tired eyes squinted at the first bit of sunlight drifting over the surrounding hedges. Sleep had taunted him for hours, but his anxious heart refused to admit defeat. So here he was, plagued with robust yawns that neither satisfied nor bolstered him. He had almost sunk back to the bottom of the pool when a sweet, familiar scent greet him. He perked awake all at once as he saw Elise entering the poolside courtyard.

"Miss!" his voice was barely anything more than a frantic croak, but his tail still wagged with joy as his savior hurried to his side.

"You can speak after all!" Elise's laugh burst out of her like a song.

He shyly rubbed his throat where the scars once were, "It's thanks to you and your blessing, Miss...I couldn't speak at all before you healed me."

Elise carefully sat down at the pool's edge and dipped her legs into the water as she observed him in wonder, "I have so many questions. I'm not entirely sure what happened honestly. I've never done...this," she gestured to his body that lacked any of the wounds or scars it had before. In fact, now that he was mostly healed and with his color back, he looked barely any older than she did. "I've fixed broken items, sure, but I had no idea what I was capable of!"

The eel shyly swam closer to her and gently pressed his forehead to her bare legs, "I am forever in your debt, Miss. Thank you."

The girl just smiled as her heart was moved by his kindness, "You can call me Elise. Honestly...I don't know who you are. You look a lot like Indigo."

His head whipped up with alarm, "You know Big Brother?"

It all started to make sense now: the necklace, the sharks pursuing this young eel, the similar coloring to his brother Indigo. He had to be a part of the Muraeni family and not the part that was on good terms with the Don...

"You're a Muraeni then. What's your name?"

His ear fins twitched awkwardly as he looked away from her and mumbled, "I don't have one. I'm not a proper Muraeni son, just the youngest. I don't even have a number, Miss Elise."

She thought for a moment, looking him over, searching for some sort of tell, "Then...can I give you a name?"

He gently placed his chin on top of her knees with a soft innocence in his eyes, "I would be honored, my mistress."

He took her hands in his and guiding them to his ear fins and only then did she realize what he was trying to do. Cowrie and eventually Luna had done a similar gesture in the beginning of their friendship. It had to be some sign of trust or loyalty between humans and mermaids, specifically eels in this case. The former princess giggled as the young merman melted into her touch that softly caressed his fins. He was practically purring like a kitten. He was fascinating! Just how differently he was colored and built from his snowflake eel sisters and even the large moray twins. Even compared to Indigo, the coloring was near identical, but his sheen was more silvery lavender instead of his brother's namesake color and his body type was more svelte. Elise noticed the needle-like spines that hoisted his webbed fins up like sails on a ship.

"How about I call you Spindle? Do you like that name?"

It did have a nice ring to it. Spindle nuzzled his cheek into her hand to show his appreciation, "I'll answer your call whenever you may need me, Mistress Elise."

"If you insist," Elise bent forward to give him a sisterly kiss on top of his head, "I could use your help, Spindle. For starters, what happened to you and what were you doing with that necklace?"

His expression darkened as he sank further into the water, "Big brother is in trouble. I wanted to help...Proteus didn't like that."

"It's because of Luna and Cowrie's mother, isn't it? Did he use his magic to trap her and use her as bait?"

There was some hesitance in Spindle's eyes, a long-guarded secret finally able to come to the surface, "He did trap her a long time ago. He used a special magic like you have. It was my magic, Mistress...he stole it from me."

The morning air was soft and quiet, only disturbed by a fair off songbird as the sunlight painted itself over the two of them. Elise felt a deep chill crawl through her skin as Spindle's confession rang in her ears. She quickly grabbed her phone and set it to audio record before holding it tightly in her hands between the two of them.

"Please tell me everything you know, Spindle."

It was a free day on Night Raven's campus and the grounds were eerily somber. Perhaps it was the crisp chill of the air but even club gatherings and the cafeteria crowds seemed muted today. Impending exams surely didn't help either. Azul conducted business as usual as he and the twins prepared to get the Lounge ready for the evening rush. Well, Jade was present and accounted for but Floyd was still moping, holed up in his room. Normally Azul wouldn't stand for this kind of slacking but tonight he just wasn't in the mood to make any unnecessary fuss. A knock interrupted his routine paperwork, but he didn't bother looking up either.

"What is it?" he called flatly.

"You have a special guest, Azul," Jade's courteous tone sounded a bit more insistent than normal. Strange.

"We're not even open yet how-" Azul immediately did a 180 right back into hospitality extraordinaire when his office door opened to reveal Jade and the charming Heartslabyul Queen herself, Reine, "Your Highness! What a lovely surprise!"

"Mr. Ashengrotto, it's been too long," she entered with such grace and poised charm even Jade felt embarrassed at not having tea and refreshments at the ready for her. He settled for a quick redemption by escorting her into the office and immediately guiding her to the most comfortable seat. She rewarded him with a warm smile, "Thank you, Jade."

"Of course, Your Highness. I'll let Floyd know that you are here as well. I'm sure your gentle, kind heart would lighten his immensely."

Azul had to keep his eyes from popping out of his skull due to how hard he rolled them while Reine wasn't looking.

"Oh, that would be nice. I have missed his affectionate hugs and pet names," she giggled, "however, I must speak plainly with you, Mr. Ashengrotto. My visit today is extremely urgent. I bring a gift from Elise."

Azul nearly leapt from his chair like an excited puppy at the mention of his new sweetheart. He couldn't form words fast enough as Reine fished a small box from her bag before handing it to Jade to give to Azul. Jade nearly lost a hand with how quickly the octopus snatched it from him. The prefect's stormy eyes grew into wide circles once he saw the vial inside, "This is..."

"A key to your reunion. At least that is her hope."

Azul's head snapped up and Reine met him with a sure glint in her eyes, "It was given to her to pass onto you, Mr. Ashengrotto, in good faith that you could finish the serum that can and will turn Elise back into a mermaid permanently. If anyone can, I and Elise believe it is you."

Jade had never seen Azul look more bombarded with emotion in all of their years of knowing each other. In a flash, he was on his knees before the princess, singing her praises and kissing her hands like they could turn water into liquid gold. Had Jade not been frozen in shock, he would have thought to get this on camera.

"Ahhh, Your gracious, beautiful, glorious Highness! You are a heaven-sent ANGEL!" Azul only paused to place more enthusiastic kisses upon her dainty hands, "How can I possibly repay you?"

Azul felt a sharp dread fill his veins as Reine's sweet smile suddenly had a foreboding edge, "Oh that is simple enough, Azul Ashengrotto. Don't keep Elise waiting too much longer. And be good to her...after all, she is not only my father's newest student but the future godmother of my future daughter, the next Rose Queen herself. I will find out if you are not."

There was no octopus pot big or deep enough to hide him from the princess' shrewd gaze, "O-Of course, Your Highness. As if you even have to ask such a thing!" Azul's laugh was shaky at best. Jade was frozen to the spot, internally howling with laughter at Azul's expense. He immediately texted his brother who burst into the office minutes later.

"Mantiiiiiieee!!" He was all smiles in spite of his disheveled appearance. The poor eel looked like he fought his way through a tornado just to get there.

"Hello Floyd! It's so good to see you again!" Reine was pure sunshine, a far cry from the imperious threatening royal she had been seconds before. Seizing the moment of her distraction, Azul turned to Jade with a deadly serious look in his eyes.

"Jade, I need to return to the Coral Sea and get the ingredients I need immediately! You're in charge until I come back. Make sure Floyd doesn't wreck anything in the dorm AND that the Lounge runs smoothly!"

In the literal blink of an eye, Jade Leech's polished grin was on like a fresh suit, "Of course, Azul."

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Thank you i rlly appreciate it! Also is it okay if i request one more time? If i can, could you do bucci gang as parents?

Your welcome and sure! You keep feeding me candy here hehe. So the gang as parents? I have a few thoughts here. Let me know what you think of them! I didn’t add Trish since I’m not sure what type of parent she would be. I feel like she wouldn’t have kids or she would have one or maybe two children. Big maybe.

Bucci gang as parents

Bruno Bucciarati

He’d be such an excellent father. He was raised by a good father so he in turn treats his children the same way. Expect two or three children unless you prefer more. He doesn’t mind having a big family with you either. Though I think his limit would be around six. Though for some reason I feel as though he wouldn’t mind having up to twelve kids if he wasn’t a mafioso. He’ll often take them to the beach or fishing so expect a lot of family trips to the beach. He always enjoys trips on a boat since his fondest memories with his dad are on them. He’d be an understanding and wonderful father. All his kids would be close to him and have their full trust in him. As for discipline they’d be in for his lecturing and suitable punishments like cleaning up the yacht or being stuck doing chores for a whole week. I can see Bruno having a soft spot for his kid in moments where they remind him of his father or his friends.

Bonus: Bruno’s dad face in tender moments

Giorno Giovanna

Here we have a mafia boss dad who would unknowingly have his kids look up to him and want to be just like him. They’ll grow up to be like their father. Righteous hearts who are loyal and dedicated to those who deserve it while also kicking ass. They’re all strong and as powerful as their father. Poor Giorno would be slightly afraid he wouldn’t be a good father at first but you surely have to reassure him. He grows to be a great father. Understanding and observant he makes sure his children follow good paths. As for them wanting to be mafioso he can’t stop them but eventually he’d realize how much potential each of them have. They prove him wrong as he had proven so many in the past. He would probably want around three kids. It would take a bit of convincing to have more than three children since three is his limit. His form of descipline is taking away privledges and grounding them. He’d also be super intimidating, Don face. If he were to have a soft spot for his kid it would be moments where he see’s you in his daughter or son. This man also spoils his children.

Bonus: Giorno’s don face when desciplining his children

Narancia Ghirga

This boy absolutely wants children! He wants to be the father his dad never was. He’s sweet and grows to be better with “feelings” as he puts it. Narancia first wants a lot of children. He is thinking eight or ten at first. You would have to tell him to focus on one child first before making such a decision. He grew to understand why you told him so after the first kid. Eventually you two have up to two or four children depending on how many you want. Though you have a small amount of biological children you also have plenty of children you two adopt. Narancia has a soft spot for trouble makers he finds on the streets. You often think he’s like Bucciarati in this sense or perhaps these children remind him of himself. Either way you’re both adopting several trouble makers who grow to love you two. They’re all a handful but with you and Narancia as their parents you raise them to be wonderful people. In the end you two do end up with eight or ten children because of this. Narancia has a soft spot for all his children and he is a super helpful dad just not with their education. He does get his high school diploma but he stays as a mafioso so they’ll be getting tutoring. All his kids love him but they know not to do something reckless or dangerous. It makes him angry since he can be scary when they’ve done so. He means well and they know this. He’s patient and kind to his children they’ll always think of him as the best dad ever. As for being mafioso is goes back to him getting angry. They will do no such thing! He’ll react like Bruno here in a sense. It seems he looks up to Bruno as a father figure, doesn’t he?

Bonus: Narancia’s cute smile because his children are his rays of sunshine

Panacotta Fugo

Now this man is very hesitant about wanting children since he has an intense fear of being like his parents. You two will have to work very hard on this together before deciding on having children. Fugo will learn that he’d never want to be anything like his parents. It will push him into having confidence in being a father. One his own failed to be for him. You’re an understanding partner and have helped him with his anger issues. He’s learned to relax which was another boost to his confidence in being a father. When you decide to have kids he’ll probably want one or two. It would take a lot of convincing for three kids much less four. You’d only get four kids if you have either twins or triplets depending on your luck with pregnancy’s. Fugo does turn out to be an excellent father. He teaches his children all he can and they grow to be as smart as he is. They’ll be prodigy's and go to college or have other wonderful opportunities around their preteens. Fugo won’t put any sort of pressure on them and make sure they all follow paths they choose. He’s always supportive. He only lashes out in anger if they have bullied or done other misdeeds he wouldn’t approve of. In those times you have to be the one to pull him aside and calm him down. He feels horrible afterward, not that he would ever hit them but he regrets yelling at them when he’s blinded by his anger. His children understand that they’ve disappointed him and he does his best as a parent. They love their dad and have a good relationship with him. If he has daughters he’ll be especially close to him. He’s a sweetheart to his little girls. This doesn’t mean he isn’t nice to his sons he loves them as well but Fugo here is better at showing affection to women. He wouldn’t allow his children to be mafioso. He would also stay in the mafia himself if given a position where the don has him helping with finances or forms of paperwork. He wouldn’t want his job taking up all his time so he can be there for his children.

Bonus: Fugo’s smile around his kids

Guido Mista

Now Mista definitely wants children. He has a lot experience thanks to his stand acting like a group of children. He’s chill and outgoing so he will be a laid back parent. He can easily stop arguments and has plenty of fun with his kids. As for discipline he wouldn’t be a pushover. He would be firm and make suitable punishments for them. They’ll be stuck with chores and being grounded for weeks. You’re going to witness sex pistols growth when the stands start lecturing the children as well. It’s cute because your kids listen to them as much as they do their dad. For the amount of children you’ll be having it’s completely up to you! Mista is fine with any amount of kids you two have together. He’ll have a loving relationship with all his kids. He’s especially sweet to the youngest because they remind him of number five. Also he wouldn’t want them being mafioso unless he knows they can handle it. They’ll have to really prove themselves to Mista.

Bonus: Mista would definitely be goofy around his children. So here’s a big smile he’d offen make around them.

Leone Abbacchio

He wouldn’t want more than two children. No matter what, unless the second pregnancy turns out to be twins or triplets. The fact that you built a relationship leading up to wanting children together shows he is happy with you. You definitely helped with his depression and his pressing matters with his past. He’ll be content having children with you. He’ll have a hard time opening up to his children. You’ll have to be a lot of help to him in this instance because he needs to realize he needs to better the relationship with them. Abbacchio loves his kids and he would do his best for them. His children understand him and grow closer to him. If one of them are goth he’ll have a soft spot for them. If one of them become an officer he’ll see his past friend in them and give them a fond look. He’ll also be a wine dad for sure. His children won’t be in the mafia he’ll make sure they choose other paths in life since he doesn’t want them to be in danger. He’s a protective dad. As for descipline he’ll make sure it takes them days to clear up ther given punishment. Alphabetizing the pantry, organizing all his products by the brand, picking up leaves with their hands in the backyard, etc. He’ll make sure they understand what they did wrong. He lectures their ears off.

Bonus: Abbacchio’s expression while desciplining his kids

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Bucky Barnes x Reader - Burn for you | Chapter 1

Growing up, Lord Barnes and crown princess Y/N used to be inseparable. Now the common ground they once shared is long forgotten. But when they are pressured by their parents to find spouses, they come up with a ruse: They will pretend to be courting to keep their parents off their backs until they find their real matches. But what happens when their little game suddenly becomes all too real?

Yes, this was very much inspired by Bridgerton and especially the wonderful 'The Ruse' and ‘Burn For You’ from the unofficial Bridgerton musical. If you haven’t listened to it yet - excuse you?

‘Snooty McSnotwhine’ I straight up stole from some tumblr post. Also, the kingdom name generator from fantasynamegenerators.com was my friend for this one lol

Series warnings: eventual smut, angst

Chapter warnings: none

Word Count: ~1300

“You look bored out of your mind as usual.” I rolled my eyes before glancing up at the familiar smug face. “And your company is a treat - as usual.” He chuckled, liquor on his breath and raising a glass to his lips once more. I studied his profile. Earl James Buchanan Barnes, son to the Duke of Braewen. My constant involuntary companion since childhood. More foe than friend, but constant nonetheless. He caught my gaze. “Like what you see, princess?” “Just wondering how the maker wasted such a pretty face on such an insufferable character.” “Right back at ya.” He smiled, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Then he let them wander over the dance floor. Countless skirts and coat tails swirled beneath the candle-lit chandeliers. “So what’s this ball for again?” “Pampering the delegates from Galyra. Things have been more tense than usual apparently.” “Good thing you’re always well-informed, doll. No one ever tells me anything ‘round here.” “Because they know you don’t care.” “I care, I’m just busy,” he murmured, now focused on a pretty red-head in a snow white gown. She glanced over at us, visibly admiring James’s physique. Not that I could blame her. “Clearly,” I said. “Go ahead and seduce that one then. Lovely addition to your collection.” “Maybe later,” he replied with a shrug. “Got your eye on anyone?” “Not yet. I’ll probably keep to myself tonight, I feel a headache coming on. Might just be your presence though.” “Well, you know what they say helps relieve a headache.” “What’s that?” He gave me a wolfish grin. “One or two mindblowing-” “Hey, Bucky!” his friend Steve shouted. “Come here!” I moaned. “Maker, I hate that stupid nickname.” “I too prefer the wonderfully creative names you come up with.” He smirked. “What was it last week? Ah yes, ‘Snooty McSnotwhine’. I liked that one.” “Thank you, I do appreciate the acknowledgement of my excellent work.” “Buck!” Steve yelled. “Duty calls.” “If by duty you mean dumbfuckery, then probably yes.” James hid his smile in an exaggerated bow, then turned to join his friends. I tried not to stare at his retreating form. Truly, what a waste of looks on this cretin.

I was just about to sneak away to my sleeping quarters when my mother appeared beside me. She stroked my cheek with affection in her tired eyes. “Are you enjoying yourself, darling?” “Not so much.” She raised a brow. “Is that so? You looked very at ease with James just now.” “Mother…” “The two of you have always made such a lovely pair.” “You know we despise each other.” “I’m never quite sure I believe that.” I let out an annoyed huff. “Can I please be excused? I don’t feel very well.” “You seem perfectly fine. And if James isn’t the one for you, maybe one of the many eligible bachelors in this room is.” “Not again.” “Your father and I are not getting any younger, dear, and neither are you. It is time you found someone with whom you can begin a new chapter in our family’s history.” My fingers wound tightly into the folds of my dress. For the millionth time I cursed my fate of having been born as Kelon’s crown princess - and remaining without a sibling. “What about Marquis Stark over there? His fortunes would certainly be a welcome supplement to the royal reserve.” “He’s old, mother.” “Not that old.” “Twice my age!” “Oh my, I was not aware.” I couldn’t help but smile a little at her genuine astonishment. She meant well, but her matchmaking skills had always been lacking. “If I promise to talk to two of your ‘eligible bachelors’, may I be excused after that?” She sighed deeply. “You are impossible. You know you are merely delaying the inevitable.” “I shall take that as a yes. Thank you, mother.” I pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, then walked over to Viscount Barton. Not an actual candidate, but at least an endless well of knowledge for my archery training.

Half an hour later I was finally on my way out, eager for blissful quiet, when James sidled up to me, easily matching my stride. He smelled of smoke and I noticed some of his hair was slightly singed. “Do I want to know what you imbeciles got up to this time?” “Probably not.” “What do you want then? I was leaving.” “Obviously. Once more escaping from potential fiancés, huh?” We had reached one of the small side doors leading out of the ballroom. The assigned guard moved to open it and I nodded gratefully. “Your point there, Lord Barnes?” The door fell shut behind us, abruptly cutting off the tapestry of noise that had been grinding on my nerves. I took a deep breath, then started down the empty hallway, James on my heels. “A proposal.” I stopped dead in my tracks. “Excuse me?” “No, not like that!” He laughed. “I’m proposing… a ruse.” “What kind of ruse?” His eyes flitted around, taking in the guards scattered along the hallway. Without warning he took my hand and pulled me into the nearest room, a small library. “James, what the-” He lifted a finger to his lips to silence me, then closed the door. I crossed my arms and lifted my chin in defiance. “Explain yourself. Now.” The corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile. “Always so demanding.” “Don’t make me come up with a new insult for you, I’m too tired.” “Fine,” he groaned. “You’re not the only one having once again been assaulted by their parents tonight. You know, being the sole heir to the duchy and nearly thirty.” “So? Want me to commiserate?” “I want you to let me court you.” I paled. “What?” “Just for show,” he said quickly. “Just to keep our families and everyone else off our backs until we both find a suitable match.” “That’s absurd.” “Is it?” He was almost panting with excitement. “I think it’s a fucking excellent idea.” "James-" "Our parents are such close friends and they've always loved seeing us together. I'm sure they'd be over the moon at the prospect of joining the families." "And heartbroken upon finding out it was just a game." His features softened. “Not if we find true love with someone else.” “And what do either of us know of true love, James? No one’s ever held our interest for long. How would we suddenly find a perfect match in the few months until this ruse spirals out of control?” “Who says I know nothing of love?” Something dark sparked in his eyes. Frustration? Pain? I couldn’t quite discern it before he slipped on his signature crooked grin. “Have a little faith, princess. And never underestimate how much more desirable we both become when the window of opportunity seems about to close.“ I opened my mouth to retort but snapped it shut again as I considered his words. It really wasn’t the worst of ideas. Of course my mother would simply switch to bugging me about my prospects with James, but at least I wouldn’t have to endure endless introductions to men who were as indifferent about me as I was about them. He was right, his courting would probably attract the interest of the truly intriguing ones, those who liked to keep their options open until the very end - just like me. And if things became too difficult or risky, we could simply come up with some supposedly irreconcilable difference in opinions that made marriage impossible. I looked up at James, the fire in his cerulean eyes catching me by surprise. “Let’s sleep on it,” I said. “Come by for tea tomorrow and I’ll give you my answer.” His face lit up. I couldn’t remember the last time he had looked so happy in my presence. “I’ll be there.”

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CHAPTER 2

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nahoney22 · 3 years

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Hello! Me, again. Thank you for my Rex request, it was wonderful 💞

I am here with another Rex request because he’s my husband and I love him dearly.

Ok so last time the reader was anxious about meeting his squad and Rex helped them, but this time I want it to be the other way around. The reader comforts Rex because he’s anxious about meeting the reader’s twin brother 👀

Dress to Impress | Part (2/2)

Rex X GNeutral!Reader

word count: 1.4k

Rex comforted you last time when it came to meeting his brothers. This time, it’s your turn to comfort Rex as he prepares to meet your very own brother; your twin brother.

warnings: SFW, little angsty, anxious Rex, talks about clones being mistreated, reader comforts Rex, established relationship.

part one

Rex has never sweated so much in his life as much as he did now. He was in his barracks, all alone with a bucket of hot soapy water set between his feet whilst a sponge began sloshing away over his armour, scrubbing it to upmost protection.

Why he left it so last minute was eating away at him, completely irritated by his lack of time management. Often, he was excellent at this kind of thing, excellent at preparing but when you dropped the bombshell on him just a week ago that you wanted him to meet your twin brother? He lost all sense of composure.

To him, he should have started cleaning his pauldrons long ago, even before he knew this was going to happen. But as he wiped the sweat from his brow, a pit of anxiety hit his stomach at the thought of meeting your twin. Would he appear good enough for you?

Rex pauses his violent scrubbing, the slight yellow tinge to his armour hardly coming off from the years of dirt and possibly the blood of his fallen brothers and thought about himself for a mere second. He was a man yet all he could think of is the image of your twin looking at him in disgrace. Deep down, despite the affection he had shown towards you and how good enough you were for him, it didn’t resonate in himself.

He had walked the streets of Coruscant with his brothers, hearing how Clones were described as ‘filthy killing machines’. Maker, even most senators didn’t appreciate the hard work Rex and his brothers did for them - fighting a war that had been implanted in their minds since they came out of a tube.

He sighs with grief, dropping the dripping sponge that was creating a mess on the floor back into the bucket and lifted his helmet, inspecting it. He began to clean that first and the dreadful feeling of ‘what if I’m not good enough’ and ‘I’m just a clone’ kept burning into his mind.

You had been looking for Rex for the last ten minutes or so. You had walked into the main area where the 501st boys were, Rex giving you a pass to enter the base to come and seek him out.

You were overwhelmed by the amount of brothers that came to greet you, giving you a small hug or pat on a shoulder. When you met all of them at 79’s that night, you were so nervous and Rex was completely right; you had nothing to be anxious about. They welcomed you within the space of a minute, constantly buying you drinks, encouraging you to dance with Rex even if his face did turn bright red at the idea. They were so sweet.

You asked a clone, Tup if you remembered correctly, as to where Rex was and he pointed in the direction of the barracks.

Thanking him, you walked towards the barracks door, a spring in your step and knock on. You frowned however when a morbid sounding ‘come in’ spoke from the other side.

Pushing the door open, you’re met with many rows of bunk beds, all tided up to perfection. It was dimly lit and as you propped your head inside, scanning until you spot Rex on the edge of presumably his bunk, back to you.

“Hey.” You spoke aloud, closing the door behind you as you came up to him with a grin on your face but that soon fell, replaced with a look of confusion when you spot the damp floor, suds still lingering on the back piece of his armour that was placed on the bed beside him.

You chuckle. “What’re you doing?” You sat beside him, looking to his helmet that he still held in his hands.

“Trying to polish these things.” He said but his voice seemed off? Distant?

“Oh. Howcome?” You asked. You had seen him clean his armour up before but by the exhausted look on his face, it appeared that he was trying to polish them to look almost like brand new phase armour.

Rex went to speak but he closed his mouth, eyebrows knitting together. “It sounds stupid…”

Suddenly you became concerned. “Okay… go on.” You give him a small comforting nudge with your leg.

Rex sighs softly, placing the helmet down. “I’m nervous about meeting your twin and I just thought that I’d… you know.” He gestures to the cleaning equipment on the ground.

Your concerned face switches to a slightly amused one. “What? Try to look like a shiny?” You chastised with a playful tone. You didn’t work for the Republic but you were not not unfamiliar with Rex’s terms when it comes to his brothers. Shiny being a term used for fairly new clones with untouched armour.

He tried to share your amusement but the smile doesn’t quite reach his lips that you noticed. “Is there something else?” You ask.

Rex ran a slight agitated hand over his buzzed trim, eyes closing. “I am worried that your brother won’t accept me.”

You stare at him with a raised brow. “What you mean ‘won’t accept you’? You’re the captain of the 501st you silly fool.” You nudged closer you him, reaching out and taking his hand in his. “Besides, I met all your brothers and that was like, what? Twenty of them? This is just one of my family members.”

“This is different, my love.” He sighs again, bringing both of your interlaced hands into his lap.

“I don’t see how.”

“It’s your twin.”

“Technically aren’t all your brothers twins? Triplets? Quadruplets? And so on?”

Probably not the best words to say. Rex looked at you, slight offence written on his face and your mouth slacked open, your next string of words coming out a rushed mess. “R-Rex sorry! I-I didn’t mean it like that.” You felt the colour drain from your face, sincerely hoping you had not insulted him to a great extent.

“No, I get it. We were all bred in a tube at the same time… like a mutation.” He grumbles, head dropping low.

This time however you pulled your hand away from his and dropped onto you knees in front of him, not caring about the wet patches that not formed on your knees from his cleaning session. “You’re not a mutation. Is this why you’re anxious about meeting my brother? Because you’re a clone?” You asked softly, your hands placing on his knees to show comfort.

Rex looked at you, your eyes soft and as always, beautiful. His silence was the answer you were looking for and your heart sank.

“Rex… I can assure you that you being a clone would never effect my twins opinion on you.” You reassure, making sure to look him in his eyes. “You’re the captain. It’s an honour to have you as my other half.”

Other half. The words made Rex’s heart melt like a pool of molten lava, his smile not being avoidable from his handsome face. But, the doubt still lingers. “You have heard what some people say about us though… when we walk down the street together and the disturbed and frightened looks I sometimes get. Like I can’t be trusted.”

You sighed. “I know and it hurts me when they do but that’s how people think. The war has divided so many, half of the time we don’t know if we’re safe or at risk. But my brother knows what you do and he respects the Republic and those who serve. I tell you that with my whole truth.”

Rex listened to your words, the tension on his shoulders soon depleting. “But-”

“No Rex. No buts. Regardless of what my blood thinks about you, do not change yourself. Do not harden yourself. Yes the galaxy hasn’t often been kind to you but it also has not been kind to many.” You say in an almost hushed tone, wanting this conversation strictly between you both even if you are alone. “But I adore what’s in here,” you raise a hand to his chest, feeling the soft hum of his heartbeat against the palm of your hand, “and I’m so happy to have you just as you.”

Rex felt his cheeks pinken at your loving words, a love he had never felt in such a long time. “I love you.” He said aloud and proud.

“And I love you just as much.” You grin, standing up but not before leaning over and placing a delicate kiss to his lips, grinning wider as you felt him smile against you followed by a faint hum of satisfaction.

You sat back down next to him and lifted a piece of his armour up, smirking as it wasn’t as clean as he probably initially wanted.

“Also, don’t clean your armour. Wear it with pride.”

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Burn The Witch 7 - After Midnight [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s an extra chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Missions require stealth.

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For a spy, working at unusual hours was nothing new. During your training at the academy they would wake you up at ungodly hours to drag you to exercise just so that you would get used to being ready to fight anytime.

So technically you weren’t supposed to be this tired, but you hadn’t gotten any sleep last night. To your surprise, at around 5 in the morning you were assigned to a new mission to capture and bring another member of HYDRA in. It was unexpected because your superiors had told you earlier that earning Bucky’s trust and getting information from him was the priority, and they hadn’t sent you after any target for days up until this morning. You weren’t exactly complaining anyway, other missions weren’t your priority.

Even if you kept telling yourself what you were doing was just business, somehow talking to him didn’t feel like it.

“God damn it,” you muttered to yourself when the sight of your reflection in the elevator mirror caught your eye, making you heave a sigh and push the button to your apartment. Your shirt was stained with so much blood that you could hardly see the white and you licked your thumb before trying to scrub off the dried blood on your cheekbone. The elevator made a small noise before the door opened and you stepped outside, dragging your weary self to your door.

“What’s up neighbor?”

You jumped out of your skin and turned to Keith who was watching you with a grin on his face, holding a cup of coffee.

“What the fuck?”

“Likewise. Why are you covered in blood, you normal civilian you?”

You opened your door and stepped inside with him following you suit.

“Mission.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Young lady, look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill the Winter Soldier.”

“What? No!” you made a face, “I could never- it was another kind of a mission.”

“You already have a mission, didn’t you tell them you’re supposed to focus on that one?”

“The target was heavily protected and it needed my expertise.”

“Nobody likes a brag.”

You rolled your eyes, “Keith, General literally told me that before sending me there.”

“You’re not supposed to get close to targets anymore,” he reminded you and you shifted your weight from one foot to other, biting inside your cheek.

“It got out of control,” you murmured, making him sigh.

“Y/N.”

“It’s not like I wanted to!” you defended yourself, “It was just necessary, that’s all.”

“If you get in close combat with a target you might end up with visible injuries, and that would compromise your cover as a civilian and tip Barnes off.”

“I know, I know…” you murmured as you walked to the sink to wash your hands, then switched the coffee maker on.

“Do you?” he insisted, “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re looking for trouble.”

You grabbed a cup from the shelf and turned to him.

“I just wanted to get it over with,” you said, “Okay? I have other things in mind.”

He pulled his brows together, “Like what?”

“Like…” you waved your hands, trying to find the words, “Like other stuff. Like my main mission— by the way I couldn’t ask the other night, why did they locate you here?”

“General said your relationship with Barnes is progressing well. It’s better to have another agent close by, just in case he decides to make a late night visit.”

The innuendo wasn’t lost on you and you raised your brows, “I feel like I’m working in a dark alternate version of a matchmaking system where they hook you up with a date you can’t trust.”

“So every dating app out there?” he asked, making you laugh as you sipped your coffee.

“Speaking of dates,” you started, but was cut off your phone beeped and you checked the time, then cursed under your breath.

“What?”

“I can’t believe I’m working at a stupid milkshake shop,” you grumbled, “I need to take a shower and get to work, see yourself out.”

“You know, you could bring some milkshake home,” he said as you walked to the bathroom, “That’s what a good neighbor would do.”

“Goodbye Keith!” you called out and closed the bathroom door.

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You really, really needed something to snap you out of this sleeplessness. Preferably coffee, preferably in an I.V. or something because you had a feeling drinking it wouldn’t be enough at this point.

“Thank you and bon appetite!” you smiled brightly at the customer after serving them their milkshake, then dropped the smile and pulled the small apron off your uniform.

“I’m going to take a break and get some coffee,” you told your coworker “You want anything?”

“No thank you,” she said and you fixed your hair before walking outside to make your way to the coffee shop.

Keith had a point. It was stupid to get in close combat with a target, especially now. General had sent you there with clear orders of you keeping your distance and using your sniper rifle, not your dagger and in the heat of the moment, you had decided to go after him when you couldn’t get a clear shot.

“Hi, can I get a hot red eye please?” you asked the barista, “Actually no- make it a black eye, largest cup you have.”

She smiled slightly, “Long night?”

“You have no idea.”

She swiped your card before giving it to you and you walked to the waiting counter to lean against it, nibbling on your lip.

You really, really wanted to believe that your sour mood was a result of you not getting enough sleep, but deep down you knew it wasn’t like you to take unnecessary risks.

It was the fact that you had been too distracted to take the shot at the right time because you were looking down at your phone when the target had walked out of his building.

But after all, it was your main mission, wasn’t it? You had to make sure to get Bucky’s attention to get closer to him. Maybe two missions at the same time had these kind of disadvantages, but it wasn’t as if you could walk there and tell them not to give you side missions.

If you wanted to be a handler, you had to prove yourself.

You took the lid off the cup, the scent of hot liquid filling your nostrils and you grabbed the sugar packets before tearing the top off to pour sugar into it. You dipped the thin stir stick into the beverage to stir it, then put the stick between your lips but as soon as you turned around and saw who had just gotten his coffee, you held your breath.

“Hi!” you said breathlessly, pulling the thin stick off your mouth, “Um- Captain—Captain America sir.”

“Oh God no, please call me Sam.” He offered you his hand and you shook it.

“Hi Sam.”

“It’s Y/N, right?”

“Yes!” you said, “Yes, it’s wonderful to see you again. Under much better conditions where I haven’t been shot at.”

“Bucky just went to that uh….” He paused, “Milkshake shop right? He just went there to see you.”

You scrunched up your nose, “Oh no, I literally just went on my break.”

“That’s alright,” he said, “He’ll be back here. Would you like to sit down?”

Nope.

Nope, you did not want to sit down.

You had planned a whole strategy to pull the wool over Bucky’s eyes, but Sam’s file told you that he was an excellent judge of character, much better at reading people than Bucky. Everything that you had told Bucky to manipulate him had worked so far but persuading Sam wouldn’t be that easy.

Seeing that any small sign could tip him off, you had to put even more of an effort into the illusion.

“I’d love to!” you said and followed him to the nearest table. You sat down and pushed your hair behind you ear, smiling up at him.

“I never got to say thank you,” you said, “For saving me back there.”

“Don’t mention it, really,” he said, “How’s your arm?”

“It got better,” you said, “I thought I was dying but as it turns out, it was just a graze. Only thing that’s hurting right now is my ego.”

“Oh it happens.”

“Even you have to admit, that was a bad first impression.”

He grinned, “For what exactly?”

“For—um… for a first—first impression. In general,” you stammered and sipped your coffee while he sat back.

“So how do you find New York?” he asked, “Bucky mentioned you just moved here.”

“It’s been a month, yes,” you said, clearing your throat, “I like it so far. I mean, aside from getting mugged, I enjoy it. It’s very different than where I grew up in but like— it’s very new.”

“Yeah, especially if you’re from a small town…” he mused, “Where did you say you moved from by the way?”

“Cannon Beach, Oregon.”

“I love small towns,” he said, “Very peaceful.��

“They are!” you said, “I mean sometimes a little too peaceful with nothing to do but…”

“You know, visiting Oregon has been in my list for a while now,” he said, “Any advice on where to go if I end up visiting there?”

Oh he is good.

If you weren’t a trained spy, you wouldn’t have even noticed that he was trying to see whether you could be trusted or not. Bucky, being secretive himself hadn’t even asked anything about your so called hometown but Sam knew exactly what to ask to see if you were hiding something.

You thanked Chloe for making you read everything about your file the other day in your mind before you pursed your lips, deep in thought.

“Well my hometown doesn’t have much to offer but— do you like hiking?”

“Sure, why not?”

“We have a state park,” you said, “I think you’d enjoy it. Natural view, all green and peaceful. Back in high school, every semester break my friends dragged me there and the there was this one time we were all there, I got stung by this huge wasp and it was just before the school dance and I ended up not getting asked out by my crush—anyway, it’s a long way of saying I don’t hike anymore.”

That made him chuckle and he seemed to be convinced that you were sincere, thankfully.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as his eyes went over your shoulder, making you look up and gasp.

Jesus, as it turned out you weren’t the only one with a mission who required you to get in close combat.

“Oh my God.” You covered your mouth with your hands, staring up at his bruised face half hidden by his hat. Sam pushed his chair back, clearing his throat.

“I should probably step outside,” he said as he stood up, “Gotta make a call, I’ll see you later.”

“Thanks man.”

“What happened?” you asked as Sam walked out of the coffee shop and Bucky sat down across from you to the seat Sam had just left. He tried to offer you a small smile.

“It’s nothing.”

“Bucky it doesn’t look like nothing…” you mumbled, your brows pulled together “Does it hurt?”

What?

“Does it hurt?”

You weren’t supposed to ask that, you were supposed to gather info on where he went and what he was doing on missions of his own.

“Not at all,” he assured you and you took a shaky breath.

“What happened?”

“There’s this thing me and Sam are working on,” he said, “Don’t worry about it. I went to the milkshake shop to see you but…”

You wanted to ask for more details but something told you it could create a problem to insist this early so you decided against it.

“Just tell me you’re safe?”

A soft light crossed his eyes, “I am,” he said, “I promise.”

You paused for a moment before you pushed your hair behind your ear. “I gather you’re kind of used to getting hurt then?”

“A little,” he admitted, “That’s why I couldn’t call you or anything. I got caught up in something.”

Ah. He wasn’t giving you any details even if he thought you were a civilian.

He could like you, but he still couldn’t trust you. Maybe it was a precaution, maybe he wanted to keep you away from his mess, but either way, it was very clear that he had trust issues.

You took a mental note to put it on your report for General and shook your head.

“Of course,” you said, “You don’t need to explain anything, I’m just glad that you’re well and safe. Bruises aside.”

“Looks that bad huh?”

“No!” you said quickly, “No I wouldn’t say bad. Not by a long shot, you’re still pret—uh…dashing. Cute as a bug’s ear I’d say. Looking—looking aces. Dynamite even!”

He pulled his brows together, keeping his eyes on you.

“I may or may not have checked some early to mid 20th century slang just in case,” you admitted, making him tilt his head in confusion.

“Just in case of what?”

“Just in case you said something and I didn’t understand on the second date,” you said, “And let me tell you something, you guys spoke a completely different language back then.”

“You’re joking,” he said with a small smile and you crossed your arms.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Say one more term and I will.”

You thought for a moment, “Fine. Are you ready for this?”

“Absolutely, bring it on.”

“I will….” You trailed off, searching your mind for the right words you had checked online the other night, “I will snap my cap if you spook me showing up looking like you were about the buy the farm last night.”

A clear laugh escaped from his lips as it lit up his whole face and that was when you realized how rare it was to hear him laugh out loud. A warmth filled your stomach and you raised your brows, your nose in the air.

“See? Told you,” you pointed out and stole a look at him, “Was it—was it good?”

“It was great,” he said when he could pull himself together, “Absolutely perfect.”

“Why thank you,” you sipped your coffee as he cleared his throat.

“Speaking of the second date…” he said, making you bite down a smile, “Any chance you’re free tonight?”

“I am,” you said, “But you’re not.”

He pulled his brows together, “Hm?”

“Have you seen yourself?” you insisted, “You look like you—you almost died or something!”

“It wasn’t a big deal, really.”

“Well, those bruises say otherwise,” you said, “You need some rest. How much sleep did you get last night?”

He averted his eyes and waved a hand, “Some. Enough.”

“Bucky,” you said, leaning in slightly, “How much?”

Everything the government and your division had gathered on Bucky suggested the same thing; The Winter Soldier was basically created for war. He was the perfect soldier, and there was no way anyone could get any information from him. There was a reason why they had sent you into this mission, trying to get intel from him by force was absolutely impossible.

Even the government knew that.

But the same unstoppable soldier who would probably die before saying anything to the enemy caved in when you batted your lashes.

“Two hours.”

Your jaw dropped and you shook your head, “Nuh uh.”

“It’s enough, it’s more than—“

“Nope,” you cut him off, “You’re going to rest at home and—eat soup and watch garbage TV, mister. No dates for you on two hours of sleep.”

A soft smile pulled at his lips, “I can function with two hours of sleep darling.”

Your heart did not skip a beat at that, it was just you being very focused on your own cover and that was it.

“Well I don’t want you to just function,” you mumbled, “You need to take care of yourself too.”

Judging by his expression you could see that he wasn’t used to hearing that and you put your coffee on the table, then reached out to gently put your hand over his vibranium one. His hand twitched like a gun recoiling in your hand, even if you knew it was involuntary and a look of disbelief crossed his features, as if he hadn’t expected you –or anyone to touch that, as if he was afraid that you would be scared.

But of course, that was the spy in you speaking. Your cover wasn’t supposed to notice anything of the sort.

“How about…” you trailed off, “We have a date tomorrow? You go and get some rest tonight, and I’ll pick what I’m gonna wear for tomorrow and spam my friends with outfit ideas.”

“You sure?”

“Of course,” you said, “We have all the time in the world for dates. And I happen to live here, you know? It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

He smiled and turned his hand to entwine his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Good,” he rasped out, “I like the sound of that.”

***

You should’ve known your superiors wouldn’t make it easy for you. This time, you were allowed to take your team with you because as it turned out, the right hand of the target you had brought in last night had gotten away, so now you had to take him down for your superiors to cut a deal with the target.

The first part of the mission had gone splendidly. He was alone and in hiding, so setting your gear up on the rooftop and pulling the trigger hadn’t been difficult whatsoever. You watched as a couple of agents burst through his door so that they could retrieve his body and fixed your ski mask before starting to dissemble your rifle to carry it easier.

“Anyone wants to grab some dinner?” Keith’s voice reached your earpiece and you yawned.

“Nah,” you said, “I’m going to go home and sleep for a year or something.”

“Deleting the security cam footage of the building right now,” Chloe let you know, “And I want dinner, I’ve been running on multiple cups of coffee.”

“You got it.”

“Are you buying?” one of the agents in your team asked, “If you are, we’re coming too.”

“Yeah man, I’m buying. Tacos?”

“Sounds good, just let me check—“ Chloe started but then gasped, “Shrike, get out of there right now!”

It was almost instinctual. You grabbed the small pistol out of your boots and turned around to point it at the person behind you but as soon as you recognized who he was, your heart started pacing.

Bucky had decided not to rest at home after all.

“Hi soldier,” you managed to say, “We have to stop meeting like this.”

Chapter 8

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