#any other person who even tries to REACH for him gets sliced n diced

[brainrotcharacters]

the man trained by the shimotsuki since childhood, the mind behind the three sword style, the demon pirate hunter, vice captain of the Strawhat Pirates,

easily stopped with a hand on his shoulder by his captain (currently in a silly hungry vibe)

#he blink #HE'S SO CUTE #help #zolu #zoro #luffy #one piece live action #one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #my thinking is that zoro's survivalist (glorified anxiety) instincts found some peace in Luffy's presence at this point in the opla #any other person who tries to pull zoro back by the shoulder the way luffy just did? gone. zoro is suddenly fruit ninja again #any other person who even tries to REACH for him gets sliced n diced #especially to reach from behind him which is a general blind spot #someone with zoro's training would know how to track what happens in his blind spots #but someone with zoro's heart recognized luffy and said 'oy chill he's good he's the homie' #outside of his fight or flight mode #zoro feels safe enough now (in Luffy's presence) to become his true self #A Tired Stormcloud Character #who's going to tell opla zoro this is only the start #Strawhat shenanigans #on another note his earrings are so fkn pretty like *makes grabby hands*

[cherri-cherri]

× Little Flower ×

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Pairings - Ryoumen Sukuna x Reader

Synopsis - No one was allowed to touch you as you were his. Those who dared would suffer a fate worse than death...

Warnings - Possible Grammar Errors, Slight Gore, Swear Words

A/N - This fic here is pretty short but I wanted to write this after having a weird dream with flowers and Sukuna. I honestly have mixed feelings about this one but I hope you all enjoy! - 🍒

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"Speak, girl. Do you know why you stand here on trial here today?" A voice called out to you from above but you simply kept your head hanging down to stare at the stacks of dry wood pressed under your feet. Your body ached due to the countless bruises and cuts littering your skin and the tightness of the ropes cutting into your bound wrists weren't helping at all in the slightest.

"Y/N L/N, do you understand why you stand before us?" The voice repeated again, this time a rough hand grabbing ahold of your hair and gripping it tightly, forcing you to stare up at the man before you.

"Cat has your tongue? Well then, let me remind you that you were caught giving aid to the king of curses. No doubt spreading your legs for him like that harlot you are" his words only mirrored the disgusted look in his cold grey eyes, glaring down at you as his grip on your hair only tightened. Sad to think that you would be used to this knowing your uncle was not a kind or gentle man and yet his words only stung.

"...I did no such thing....He was hurt and I was trying to help, I was–" Letting out a yelp as your cheek burned from the slap your uncle gave you, you felt tears prickling your eyes as he leaned in closer.

"Liar!! Someone saw you with him, saw you hold him! It is obvious that your vile ways allowed him to take over your mind and possess you!" Yelling at the top of his lungs, you heard others around you cheering the man on as some even chimed in. So many hateful words, so many people who you believed to friends and family only for all of them to look at you with such disdain and anger. Tears began to form until your uncle released you and stepped away, "There is only one way to save your soul now before he swallows it whole. The flames will send you to the afterlife and maybe then, you will be saved."

Your heart dropped after hearing that. You were going to die, all because of giving a monster sanctuary, all because you tried to be kind. Men carrying large clay pots came to the stake you were bound to and then began splashing you with oil. Coughing as the liquid was poured ontop of your head, you heard the chanting of the people all around you, screaming and yelling for your death over and over again as your uncle came walking back towards you while holding up a lit torch.

This was the end. Your miserable life ending at such a horrible note, it made you let out a small saddened chuckle as you slowly closed your eyes and waited for the fire to engulf your completely until nothing but ash reminded.

You waited..

And waited..

The ropes wrapped around your wrists were soon sliced off and at the same time, you hear a few thuds collapsing onto gravel not too far away from you. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself staring at your uncle. Your now headless uncle. The blood erupting from his neck like a geyser as the body slumped down to its knees, occasionally twitching as the blood sprayed across your face and ragged dress. The color drained from your face completely as you stared down at the blood on your clothes, horrified until a large tattooed around wrapped itself around your waist. Freezing completely, you looked back forward to see the villagers beginning to flee until those who even took a step back were diced into cubed pieces.

"Any human who moves another muscle will die." A rough voice called out behind you, sending your heart to panic. Turning your head slightly to the side, you saw him.

Ryoumen Sukuna.

His eyes darted down towards you, crimson hues staring into your watery E/C eyes and he simply gave you a toothy grin. "Come on now, Y/N, you shouldn't give such a frightened look to your knight in shining armor. I just saved your life."

"Y-you killed them.. " you muttered, causing Sukuna to roll his eyes as he lifted you in the air before placing you down onto his shoulder to carry you. "And? I don't see what's wrong here. You're alive, they're dead. Now that we've been over that, I think you owe me a reward—"

"I knew it..." a woman said from the crowd, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping her fists. She stared at the two of you with fear in her eyes, more so you than Sukuna. "Y-you were sleeping with him..you dirty whore...letting a monster in this village. Letting a curse spread in this village!" As she screamed out, blood soon enough trickled down her lips as she felt a pain in her chest before a growing numbness. Looking down, the woman saw nothing but a gaping hole in the middle of her chest, blood dribbling down the emptiness to the stomach until she slowly collapsed on her back. Others around her screamed out, some moving from the places they were standing before being sliced in half or trisected into parts. You gasped out, covering your mouth as you felt bile rising up.

"S-she did nothing wrong!" You yelled to Sukuna as he only stared at the remaining people in the crowd with a smirk. "Wrong...As far as I see, everyone here has committed a great sin."

Crimson stained the once grey pathway as people are killed by the curse one after another. A few brave (or foolish) souls attempted to even rush at Sukuna only to make it as far as five steps forward before their insides became their outsides. A woman tried to beg for her life by offering herself as Sukuna's personal slave, even going as far as to give away to lives of her children but once again it proved nothing as she too was killed.

It didn't take long for Sukuna to kill off the rest of the villagers, regardless of their age or even if they were innocent or not. They were all killed and slaughtered brutally without mercy, their blood mixing together as the smell of their corpses began to reek. You stared down at the headless corpse of your uncle, eyes dulled as you thought perhaps it would've been better if the fire had claimed you. Then no one wouldve been killed. No, no that wasn't true.

It would've been better if you never met him. If you simply continued on your way and left him bleeding out for the shamans to find. If you had never opened your heart to the curse..then no one would've died. Then no one would've been killed. Feeling a hand brush your hair gently with his nails and combing a strain behind your ear, you were snapped out of your thoughts. Sukuna pulled you closer towards him with one arm and wrapped each of his arms around your small frame before pressing his lips onto your forehead.

"They didn't have to die..." your voice was practically a whisper at this point, hoarse and dry from the screaming and begging for him to stop. Sukuna merely chuckled as he released you, "Do you feel guilty?"

"What sort of question is that supposed to be? Of course I do...." Saying that you didn't would only be half of the truth. Sure you were angry with how they were so quick to hurt you and kill you but then again, if you knew this was what Sukuna was capable, you would've accepted the punishment. You should've listened, should've stayed away from him that night yet apart of you knew that this perhaps wouldn't have changed much.

"I don't see why when because of you, your people get to live on..."

Those words got your attention as they left you confused. Before you could even question him however, you heard a small weak voice speaking out towards it. "You've doomed us all, girl..."

You could've swore that it was your uncle speaking to you and yet you knew that was impossible seeing as his vocal cords were severed alongside his head. But when your eyes slowly looked over to the severed head, you saw a large flower growing where the blood pooled over. It might have been beautiful if it wasnt for the fact that your uncle's face was on the flower, darkened eyes staring at you. Gasping out, you covered you mouth and took a step back, pressing your back into the warm chest of Sukuna as he pointed over towards the other bodies littered around the execution ground.

A variety of flowers had sprouted forth from the blood soaked ground, each with the faces of the dead villagers as they yelled and screamed out in agony at you. So many cried out your name, children who were unfortunately brought here wailed as their mothers simply screamed out multiple swears at you. Speechless, you froze at the sight as more flowers simply began to grow up around the two of you and were only spreading. Small vines began to creep towards you, only to be sliced away when it got too far, not to you but to Sukuna.

"Regret, anger, hatred, sadness. So much negative energy, so much rage here. I wanted to repay my little flower and what else to gift her with than a garden of her own." He hunching over and reaching for one the screaming flowers, he plucked it forth from the ground as the face on it contorted in pain before it began to beg for mercy. "Flowers for my flower. Though none of this compare to you." Sukuna chuckled, placing the plant onto the back of your ear before combing a strand of your hair.

You felt disgusted as the flower's voice grew more and more faint, it practically whispering in your ear for himself to be spared such a fate. You could do nothing but silently say how sorry you were yet your hushed apologies were drowned out by the voices of your new cursed garden.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #jjk angst #jjk sukuna

[yesokaythatsfine69]

You Sexy Thing (Levi Ackerman x reader)

Description: Often Captain Levi is a little shit, and sometimes- he needs to be reminded about who's in control.

Character(s): Y/n, Levi

Pov: 2nd person, third person

Warning(s): SMUT!!! PORN WITHOUT PLOT- PEGGING, 18+

A/n: I keep seeing all this talk about pegging Levi Ackerman but I couldn't find anything to show- so in the words of Thanos, "I guess I'll do it myself"

Word Count:

*none of the Gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker :)

Your fists clenched, nails digging into the palms, on the verge of breaking skin. The yelps of your fellow squad members caused your teeth to grind. They had to have ran over four miles today- probably more- they had to do suicides double time, all of this shit and more were because the lovely supreme commander of heaven and hell, Squad leader Levi Ackerman had felt their cleaning of the stalls had been less than ideal.

Currently you were in the midst of doing push ups till he deemed fit. You glanced up at the captain, watching as his silver eyes roamed over the lot of you. Even as you seethed and raged- he was still the most gorgeous sight your eyes had ever laid upon. Levi's hair was raven black, in contrast to his light skin and silvery orbs. His hair was what caught you at first- the way it seemed to fall over his eyes just a bit.

It was long enough you could pull your fingers through- you were sure. You could only imagined how soft it must be. Levi facial features also caught you at a loss for words- they were quite dainty. Long black eye lashes, a soft line nose, and thin pink lips. God, was he pretty.

Your eyes moved from their spot, away from your Adonis and to the ground. No matter how pretty he was, he was still a bastard.

You mumbled incoherently to yourself, flexing your fists. The pain of doing another pushup finally getting to you. "Tch, I think you've all learned your lessons." You looked up again, knees dropping. The Devil himself spoke, lifting his hand and waving it in dismissal. "Go to the showers, you brats stink." Blowing a strand of hair from your eye, you rolled your shoulders back, taking Petra's outstretched hand as you bounded up.

No one spoke as they dispersed. You were itching for a shower, and you practically ran to get one.

You were dead tired, dead sleepy, and running on pure anger.

You watched the water flow into the drain near your feet, fixated on nothing but the boiling water as it hit you. Your anger had not evaporated-it simply grew. If he thought he could've done a better job, maybe he should have done it. You slammed the water off.

Or perhaps- and this was just a thought- he could let you get some real training in, instead of wasting your time and energy on being punished.

Punished.

Your eyes narrowed.

You stepped from the shower, one foot at a time.

Perhaps...the omnipotent captain Levi deserved a punishment of his own. Something that would...bring him down a peg.

You smiled, remembering a certain box hid underneath just for this type of reason.

"I think I might have just the thing."

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Levi was just as sexy (if not more) than he was pretty. Something about him, oozed it. Maybe it was the way he walked, confident but not egotistical. They way spoke- his voice. His dry humor, his bleak expressions, his impeccable fighting skills and savagery...his taunt ass, or maybe it was the way his uniform hugged his body.

Your hands tugged at a box that laid deep beneath your bed. It scraped against the floor, finally sliding directly in front of you. You unhooked the latch, pulling out the important piece of equipment you'd need tonight.

You bit your tongue.

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The truth was, you could spot a bottom from a mile away. It was also the people who needed control in their daily lives- people who needed everything perfect. At night they liked to take a break- to be controlled. Who were you to judge? You couldn't blame them, not hardly.

You knocked at his office door. It was late, barely a few minutes before lights out. For several seconds nothing happened, but you waited. Patience was a specialty.

"Come in." The tone was annoyed, and as you entered you could see why. He had stacks of papers before him, a signal candle lighting the room. Levi rubbed his temples, a sign that the dim lighting had an affect.

His eyes flickered up to met yours, "lieutenant Y/L/N?" The air was tense and goosebumps erupted across your forearms. "Captain Levi, I'm glad I caught you." His Expression remained unchanging. "Tch, yeah, I'm sure. What do you want, brat?"

You smiled, your hands intertwining from behind your back. "You to apologise." His entire body paused. Levi twitched his head to the side, a small movement. "Oh? So you're here to waste both are times then, y/l/n." You turned, locking his office door behind you.

Levi stood. "Oi, oi, oi, what do you think you're doing?" You turned back to face him. "The only person who wasted our time today was you." His eyes narrowed slightly. This was a side of you he hadn't been used to. Sure, he'd seen this intense focus on your face before, this same expression you wore when you sliced and diced titan after titan.

"Tch, what are you on about you stupid-" I'm flash you had his hair in your grip, dragging his head to you. "It's not nice to call people stupid, Levi." His eyes were wide, and his face was inches away from your own. "I can forgive that though, especially when you look so pretty like this."

His eyes sunk back, his shock leaving him. "Oi, I guess you've got me where you want me." You smiled, innocence twinkled in your irises. "Not yet I don't." Loosening your tight grip, you gently guided his head to close the gap between you two.

His eyes fluttered close upon impact, the tenseness he often carried with his resolve melting away with the warmth of your lips. You hummed, feeling the way he seemed to open up with your touch. Gently you scratched his scalp, pulling a sigh from his mouth.

When it opened you wasted no time slipping in your tongue. He tasted like tea, which wasn't suprising but was rather delightful. He let out a small groan as she gave his bottom lip a small bite, tugging softly. Her hands slipped underneath his shirt, dancing across his warm chest and abs. The feeling of what lied beneath was enticing and she pulled away eager to see it.

Levi groaned when you left him, an irritated, "y/n." Leaving his lips as his arms tried to find you, to bring you back to him. You escaped him though and worked to pull his shirt off.

When you had an object so important it was natural that worked as efficiently as possible to succeed. With that mindset you had him shirtless within seconds, Levi felt that had to be some type of record.

With his comfort in mind as soon as his shirt was off you folded it properly, working as efficiently as you had to take if off of him. When your eyes met his, they twinkled with something akin to admiration. You smiled and pulled him into a chaste kiss, his tongue moving to part your lips, but fire he could succeed you began moving.

You kissed his chin, and he frowned. "What are-" Then you kissed his neck and a shiver racked his body. His breath quickened and shook, your lips planting directly over his heartbeat. You sucked, making sure to leave him as many reminders of tonight as you could.

Your lips moved down his chest, blessing each nipple with a tug of teeth. Licking a stripe down his v line, you unbottoned his pants. He moaned, "y/n..." Watching as you tugged down his underwear with your teeth. His length sprained free, looking almost as eager as you.

"Stunning..." You spoke licking a line up his shaft. His legs shook at your move and you laughed, wrapping your first around his base. "It can't be this easy, Levi." He blinked looking down at you in bewilderment.

You lifted yourself up, becoming eye level with him. As light as a feather you stroked his cheek, his head leaning into your hand as though it were instinct. "I figured humanity's strongest would have put up more of fight." His eyes narrowed. "Especially since you seem to love giving orders." Your nails stabbed into his skin, his eyes widened and he pulled back "tch! You bitch!"

Your other hand grabbed his neck, squeezing it and bringing him to you. "I've wanted you for so long. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be so close and yet so far, to someone everyone wants." "Y/n." Levi whimpered as your hand tightened around his throat. "Maybe you do know how much you're wanted. Maybe you like it." You let go and he fell forward, you catching him.

"I guess we'll just have to add that to lists of why you must be punished." You pushed him to his knees, his pants still wrapped around his ankles. Your foot spread his legs apart, and kept them there. Your hand found his chin, pulling his face up.

"i hope you like this view, you'll need to get used to it." You pulled up your shirt, taking it off effortlessly. His eyes widened at your chest- you had chosen to go braless. Then, they relaxed, his tongue going between his teeth.

You pulled your pants off next, and then your underwear. The strap you had put on before you left your room flung out, and Levi looked between you and it. "Like I said, you need to be punished..." You stroked the strap on. "I consider this the punisher." You voice had dropped an octave lower.

Levi took on a dazed expression, half lidden eyes taking in the sight. "Open your mouth." His eyes flickered back up to you. They were big and puppy like."I said." You reached down and pinched his two cheeks together. "Open. Your. Mouth." His pretty little mouth popped open, and your hips thrusted the device in. Your hand ran through his hair as he sucked, when you reached the back of his head you pushed him forward.

Levi gagged around your cock, the fake tip hitting the back of his throat. Tears prickled, in his eyes, but your coos to take in more, to be a good boy for you, they caused his brows the furrow as he adjusted and did what he could to please you.

Using your grip on his head he allowed you guide him at your will, submitting to the drive of your hands. His eyes closed finally and your leg pressed up against his own hard on. "Who would've thought humanity's strongest could look so hot sucking dick." You spoke softly, causing your good boy to moan into the dick.

Finally, you pulled away watching the strings of salvia appear and separate as you let him go. His head bobbled towards you, his eyes barely open.

"fuck me...please." you bent down to where he was. "Oh baby..." Again, you stroked his cheek gently. "I'll do so much more than that to you. When I'm done with you...you won't be able to walk tomorrow." His breathe caught and you laughed. "Be my good boy and go to your desk. Ass out."

You watched him stand and walk to his desk, still filled with long forgotten papers and a dimly lit candle. You stood and moved to the neat pile you had placed his clothes in.

You pulled out his belt, smiling and snapping it. This could be useful.

You moved to where he stood, wrapping yourself behind him. "How well you listen, Levi." You slammed his upper body down onto the desk, pulling his hips up. His ass was on full display in the air, as perky as you imagined. Taking two fingers, you shoved them up is mouth.

Levi didn't need a command, his tongue went right to work. He wrapped it around your fingers while he moaned, pushing his hips against you and your cock.

"cheeky, cheeky." You smirked taking your free hand to grab his ass. Finally satisfied you pulled her fingers from his mouth.

"more..." His voice rasped out. "More? I haven't even started." With that you pushed your fingers into his tight hole. You began scissoring them, watching as he twitched beneath you. His breathing became louder the more you curled. Then you hit his prostate and he cried out, gasping at the intense pleasure you gave him.

Your fingers pulled out, and you reached for the belt that you had placed beside him for such a moment. "Tch, y/n please you must-" you reared the belt back and slammed it forward, the belt bouncing off his ass with a thrup! Sound. He gasped delightedly, his cheek pressed up against the cold metal of his desk.

Again you reared down, jolting his body. "You." Slap. "Think." Slap. "That." Slap. "You." Slap. "Can." Slap. "Just." Slap. "Treat." Slap. "People." Slap. "Like." Slap. "Shit." Slap. "Just." Slap. "Because." Slap. "You." Slap. "Are." Slap. "A." Slap. "Squad." Slap. "Leader." Tears streamed from his eyes, ass red and tender.

"you can't." You grabbed his hands from his sides, "and now you're going to be tied up with your own belt, right after you were just spanked with your own belt." You slide the belt around till it was tight enough to only hurt a bit.

Then you you raised his hands directly over his head. This was used as something to grip onto while you fucked him.

Her other hand made sure you two were properly aligned, and with little more than a grunt you thrusted in. A breath released from his body, a shout escaped his lips as you bottomed out.

You waited several seconds, gently stroking his face and cooing to him, waiting. Finally he nodded, telling you everything you needed to know. You pulled back, almost completely out, save for the tip before you plowed into him.

Your hips thrusted- hard and faster. The only way Levi Ackerman deserved- rough. Each time you bottomed out he grunted and it became a steady rhythm of grunts.

"nnnuh...nuuhhnn..ahhh..." He was drooling, each hit of his prostate weakening his resolve a bit more and making him a bit more needy for more.

Your position made it almost impossible for him to move and he could really only met your thrusts. "Harder!" He gasped out, tears running down his face, drool dripping from his mouth.

Your hand reached around and tugged along his dick, high pitched whines now leaving the captains mouth. "Y/n! Y/n I'm so close please, please." You bent down and bit into his shoulder, causing another Yelp to leave the squad leader.

"cum, bitch." You whispered to his ear and with a cry Levi Ackerman came, his eyes practically crossing as he painted his chest and desk white.

He laid their several seconds, breathing harshly and listening to the sounds of your praises. He was a good boy, he was. He was your good boy now, all yours.

Gently you helped him up and into his shower, fully discarding his bottoms and your strap, to take back to your room to wash.

You cleaned, scrubbed, and were as gentle as possible, making sure to help him to his bed.

You pulled your shirt over your head. "I can stay till you leave for breakfast...if you want that is but-" he cut you off. "Tch...Stay as long as you want." He pulled himself up and onto his elbows. "Especially since you didn't cum."

You raised a brow. "Levi, I appreciate it, but I don't think you're read yet...I mean- we-" again he cut you off. "Y/n, my mouth is always ready."

You paused. He was right, you hadn't cum and not very often did the people you slept with care. He was offering his mouth to you- not that Levi surprised you much- he was very caring and it seemed natural he'd be that way in bed.

You smiled and tugged off your shirt. "I hope you're hungry." You crawled into the bed, barely having to do a damn thing as Levi simply hoisted you up- as if you weighed nothing- and sat you on his face.

His nose carded through your folds- parting them for his tongue. Your hips buckled against him, thighs closing around his face. His hands came up and wrapped around them, pressing them together.

"Fuck, Levi." You moaned as his tongue licked from your hole to your clit, where he sucked for several seconds. Again he pushed his nose up into you, allowing you to ride his face and practically suffocate him. "God, you're so good." You squealed, yanking at his raven locks. He had definitely done this before and definitely knew how good he was.

He hummed into you, pushing you down each time your hips buckled up. Finally it seemed he had enough with your erratic movements before he flipped you into your back and moved so that he was on his stomach, mouth never leaving your core.

Your legs wrapped around his head as he ate, each time dipping his head in deeper to your core. His tongue fucked your hole with urgency, meaning, desire and finally with one final plunge you came, wetting his face.

He pulled away, allowing you to sit up. Your legs were shaky, but you moved so that you were directly in front of him. You licked your juices from his face, meeting him in a chaste kiss.

"Maybe I should be more harsh on you cadets more often." He spoke hurriedly as she pushed him down. You tutted. "Did you really learn nothing, my sweet boy?" He shrugged allowing you to pin his hands down above him.

"What can I say? I am the leader of the brats."

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BONUS

Erwin frowned at his friend and colleague. The two had been eating breakfast together and everything had seemed rather ordinary until Erwin noticed a bruise on the side of Levi's neck.

"uh..Levi?" Levi glanced up. "Where did you get that bruise?" Levi frowned at Erwin. "What bruise?" Erwin rolled his eyes impatiently. "The one on your neck."

"Hello everyone! I hope everyone slept well!" Hanji appeared interrupting the conversation. She slid into a chair on the other side of Levi, smiling happily.

Erwin made a few more glances at Levi's neck, but felt it best to leave it, lest he be smitted by the all powerful Levi Ackerman.

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A/n: BARK BARK BARK okay I definitely got a bit...carried away. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this, thanks for reading, and pls feel free to give critism!

#levi x y/n #levi aot #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #captain levi #levi attack on titan #levi smut #captain levi smut #levi ackerman smut #smut #sub smut #sub levi #x reader

[babyjamiebarnes]

Build-A-Bear

Part Eleven

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Steve, Sam, Peter, OC background characters

Warnings: language, sexual implications and references, blackmail

Summary: Bucky decides it’s time to come clean to Tony, consequences be damned. Steve has his own bombshell, of sorts.

Author’s Note: Hi. I’m a lazy piece of crud. I wanted to post this earlier but I suck. It’s kinda short too, at least compared to previous parts. There will probably only be a couple parts left, maybe 2-3? I’m posting these chapters as I write so tbd in length lol. And as always, feel free to buy me a coffee!

Tags: @amourmarvel @fangirlvoice @kennedywxlsh @devilswaldorf @what-the-hap-is-fuckning @alyispunk @fredweasleysbitchh @wearegroot @sunflowerbebe107 @prestigious-tea @brckenmemories @angelbabymed @charmedbysarge @cruelsummer-s

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“Are you fucking insane?”

Everyone moved back to your apartment to avoid freaking poor Matt out any more. And now there was a standoff in your living room.

“It’s the only course of action that makes sense,” Bucky said in his defense.

“Buck, her dad will skin you alive if he sees those pictures,” Sam said. “Even if he’s somehow fine with it, she’ll lose her job!”

“If we don’t do this, that kid downstairs loses his family!” Bucky shouted back.

Sam groaned in exasperation and ran his hands over his face. “There’s gotta be a way to get the money.”

“There’s not,” you said defeatedly. All eyes turn to you. They initially looked to you for guidance, but your reliance on Bucky gave him the wheel on your own personal highway to hell. “Even if we do give this person the money, there’s only one person we can get that kind of cash from. Bucky’s right. We have to tell my dad.”

“[Y/N], maybe we should brainstorm some other options,” Peter nearly whispered, keeping his voice soft in the midst of the chaos. “I don’t want you to lose your job.”

“I’ll quit,” Bucky said suddenly. “I’ll quit being an Avenger and just do, fuck, private security? Or something.”

You could see the stress and fear and frustration written on his face. In a couple steps, you were standing in front of him and were able to cup his scruffy cheeks as you spoke.

“We’ll figure all that out later.” You perked up on your toes and gave him a short kiss. “But right now, we’re on a bit of a time crunch. I’d like to end this sooner rather than later so… let’s tell Tony.”

With Peter willingly sitting in the open trunk area of the Jeep, everyone was able to fit in one car back to the Tower. The tension inside the vehicle could’ve been cut, sliced, and diced with a knife. No one wanted to say anything, but no one really knew what to say anyway.

Steve was still silent. He didn’t say a word when you discussed telling Tony, but you could practically see the gears turning in his head. He had something to say, he just wasn’t saying it.

By the time you got to the Tower, you felt like you were gonna throw up. You held the envelope with the letter and media tight in your grasp, only letting go to open your door. The second your feet touched the garage floor, Bucky was right beside you.

He kept a firm grip on your hand, squeezing a little extra so you knew he was there with you and wasn’t going to let anything bad (worse) happen. Knowing he was willing to risk his entire livelihood for you made you love him even more. But you knew if it came down to it, you’d give up your position with the Avengers. Even with only two years spent at Stark Industries — just under a year spent with the Avengers (and nearly a year with Bucky) — you’d have no problem getting a new job with any other company. Bucky’s skills were put to the best use saving the world.

As the elevator approached the floor with your dad’s office, Sam finally broke the silence.

“Do you want us to be in there with you? I’m thinking it might be better if it’s just you two.”

You turned to see Peter wringing his hands, subconsciously agreeing with Sam — he clearly didn’t want to be in the room when all this went down but was putting on a brave face to be a good support system. Steve still stood silent with his arms crossed over his chest. Whatever was going on in that head was still festering.

“I think you’re right,” you agreed with Sam. “We’ll come find you once he gets the news.”

Your eyes met Bucky’s and even though he was trying to remain confident for you, there was fear behind those baby blues.

“We’ll be okay,” you said just loudly enough for him to hear.

When you reached the floor you’d been dreading, Sam, Steve, and Peter all turned to go to their designated rooms, partially because it had been a while since all of them had been back, partially to stay far away from the impending outburst.

You took a deep breath and started toward Tony’s office, just to be pulled back into Bucky’s arms. He held you tight, nuzzling his face in your hair and just holding you. You gripped the back of his shirt in response and just took a moment to appreciate the hard muscles of his chest and the weight of his arms around you.

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whispered.

Bucky let out a breath and kissed the crown of your head.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

This made you pull back and look up at him.

“Lose me? Bucky, I’m not going to let this affect us. No matter what happens, I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much, Bucky Bear.”

The affectionate nickname made him smile, even if it was just a little quirk of the lips.

“I love you too, Build-A-Bear.”

You let him hold you for a couple more minutes before leading him to your dad’s closed office door. When you slowly pushed the door open, you saw Tony sitting behind his desk with half a dozen holographic screens open in front of him.

“Hey pumpkin, what are you doing here?” he asked, barely taking his eyes off his work for a second.

“Um, I kind of really need to talk to you.” Despite being on close speaking terms with your dad — the kind where you felt comfortable swearing in front of him and joking with him, even sharing some of your secrets — you felt like this was crossing a line.

Of course it was. You were in bed with (his perception of) the enemy.

Tony could tell something was wrong by how timid you sounded. You were always loud and bubbly with him — a quality you definitely got from him. He swiped all of the screens closed and walked around the large desk to stand in front of you. He briefly met Bucky’s eyes as the super soldier stood close behind you.

“What’s going on?”

“You-you should probably sit down for this,” you said shakily. Tony took the seat nearest you instead of walking back behind his desk. “So… you know how I’ve been dating James for, like, 10, 11ish months now?”

“And I still haven’t met him?” Tony said with a quirked brow.

“Yeah.” You forced a chuckle. “Well, when we were going through mail this morning, I… I got this.”

You held up the envelope before sliding out the letter and handing it to your dad. His expression went from curious to furious in seconds as his eyes scanned the entire page.

“They sent pictures. Pictures taken through my apartment windows of me and James. Being… intimate.”

“James who?” your dad asked, still staring at the letter. When you didn’t reply, he looked you in the eye, his expression hard as he demanded, “[Y/N], what is James’s last name?”

You took a short breath, the most your anxiety-gripped lungs could handle, and avoided his gaze as you replied.

“Barnes.”

Tony shot up from his seat, his eyes moving from you to the man behind you. The familiar feeling of a metal hand on your lower back helped ease the anxiety coursing through you at your dad’s reaction. When Tony took a step toward Bucky, you countered with a panicked step between them, looking up at your dad and pleading.

“He didn’t know who I was.”

“Bullshit,” Tony spat. He and Bucky were glaring at each other over your head.

“He didn’t, I swear. He found out the same day everyone else did.”

The grinding of his teeth let you know he was seething. But trying to hold it together for now.

“Let me see the rest,” Tony said calmly, holding his hand out. You reluctantly dropped the photos and DVD into his open palm. Bucky didn’t want to get too affectionate, so he just rested his hand on your hip while Tony flipped through the photos.

Everything was back in order, so he went through the same sequence you did: pap photos, to apartment photos, to sex photos. You could tell when the pictures turned raunchy by the way Tony’s face contorted, tossing the photos down shortly after.

“Friday, play the disc,” he commanded. The video played against the only blank wall in the room, the audio of you and Bucky playing through the speakers.

“Dad, you really don’t need to —” you started, quickly stopped by a sharp glare from your father.

“What are you gonna do to me?”

“I’m gonna put a baby in you. I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tony nearly growled. “Friday, shut it off.”

“I tried to tell you,” you murmured under breath, though not loud enough for him to hear. Bucky did hear it though, evident by the way he squeezed your hip.

Tony leaned forward against his desk, hanging his head in clear frustration. You knew better than to speak up while he contained his emotions, so you stood in silence with Bucky as your dad sighed heavily and spoke to himself under his breath.

“You just have something against me, don’t you?” Tony said accusingly to Bucky.

“Don’t do that,” you scoffed. “You don’t get to do that. If you’re going to get mad at anyone, it needs to be me.” You never got snappy with your dad, but everything weighing on your shoulders frayed your nerves and his attitude didn’t do anything to fix it. “I’m the one who knew full well what we were doing. I’m the one who had all the details. I’m the one who chose to risk everything for this from the start. So if you’re really that mad, take it out on me. Otherwise, help us. We’ll get to the semantics and firing and all that bullshit later. Right now, there are literal lives on the line.”

Tony was still fuming until he heard the last line.

“What do you means ‘lives on the line’?”

Bringing Steve, Sam, and Peter in helped all of you explain what happened, from the note you received to the first viewing of the photos and video to the confrontation with Matt, but not without Tony grilling all of them about when and how they found out about you and Bucky. Peter looked nervous about keeping a secret from his boss, but you knew your dad wouldn’t do anything too bad to the kid. Maybe kick him off a couple missions, but nothing noteworthy. Steve and Sam looked like they really couldn’t care less, especially since Sam was the last to know.

Despite still wanting to rip Bucky’s arm off and beat him with it, Tony remained civil for your sake, at least until all of this was sorted.

The first step was getting Peter, Happy, and Pepper to try to track down where the letters came from, which likely meant scanning for fingerprints (despite how many hands held it that day alone). The second step was for you, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Steve to scope out your building and any neighboring buildings someone may have been scoping your apartment from. There was no one someone could’ve been dangling outside your windows without you noticing. The third step was meeting with your doorman again to try to piece together some answers.

You all agreed to keep local law enforcement out of it so the culprit didn’t catch on as quickly. Having a few Avengers and Tony Stark show up at Tony’s daughter’s apartment wasn’t out of the ordinary so you could still stay under wraps. There was no reason to draw attention to your place and possibly trigger the mystery person into accelerating their plans.

With your dad’s confidence in the plan, you gradually grew more and more optimistic about the plan. If all else failed, Tony would get the two million and continue tracking the fucker down. It wouldn’t be hard to sneak a tracker into the cash and watch where it goes once it’s out of your hands. That’s when you could bring in local law enforcement.

It felt like things were finally going your way.

As you and your crew headed downstairs to drive back to your place, Steve grabbed your arm and tugged you to the side.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked quietly.

You nodded and followed him down the hall; Bucky was busy talking to Sam and Tony was on the phone briefing Rhodey so he could stand guard outside your doorman’s place for a while, giving you the perfect opportunity to step away for a minute. When Steve pulled you into a side room, you finally spoke up.

“What’s up? Is everything okay?”

Steve crossed his arms and huffed. That signature frown of his softened when he met your concerned gaze.

“I know we’re not necessarily close, but I consider you a friend. You know that, right?”

“I consider you a friend too,” you said with a nod.

“What I’m about to say... I need you to keep it between us. Don’t tell Bucky or Sam or Peter or your dad. Just between us, at least for now. Okay?”

“O-okay...? You’re making me nervous, Steve,” you admitted. “What’s going on?”

“I think I know who’s blackmailing you.”

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From Morocco With Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original WOC! Female Character

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: minor violence, mention of blood, fighting

Summary: It's been a while since you've seen Bucky. You didn't think that once you saw him again, you'd have him by gunpoint in your kitchen. 

Word Count: 3161

Link: AO3

Square Filled: B2 - AU: John Wick

A/N: This makes a bingo! Yay me! Written for @buckybarnesbingo

     Open Contract  

     Bucky Barnes  

     $14 million  

 You let out a quick laugh as your eyes scan the text message. You set the iPhone down, next to the cutting board, and turn your attention back to the tomato in front of you. You cut a few more slices, but slide your eyes back to the screen of your phone, reading and then rereading the simple, short message.

     Open Contract  

     Bucky Barnes  

     $14 million  

    What in the fuck has he done now? You wonder, pushing some of your hair out of your face as a deep sigh exits your mouth. You lift your eyes, focusing on the tree that sways gently in your backyard for a few seconds. You’d thought that maybe he had retired. He said he was going to anyway, lying bastard. He never did know how to keep his word. You should - your train of thought is broken when your phone chimes again, another message from a different number coming through.

     You game? 

     You stare down at the phone. Winston. He’s trying to drag you back in. He’s trying to poke the sleeping bear, but you’re out. You’ve been out, and you want to stay out. You had asked for your freedom long ago. You were given an impossible task, one that no one in their right mind would take, and not only did you complete it, you did it with style. The story still lives throughout your community, even after all of this time. You’re a legend. You’d like to keep it way.

     Nope.  

      You set your phone back down and scoop up the diced tomatoes, turning on your heels to throw them into your tomato sauce. Your phone chimes again. You ignore it. You stir your sauce, grab a pinch of basil and sprinkle it in. You bring the wooden spoon to your lips and hum in delight at the taste. Perfect. That’s what Bucky used to say about it. Perfect babe, just perfect. You shake your head, dismissing the memory. Your phone chimes again. You grab two plates from over your head and grab the tongs, placing strings of spaghetti on each plate. You pour some sauce over both, then pad toward the wooden table, your bare feet softly thudding against the hardwood floor.

    Your phone chimes again.

     “Daciana?” You call loudly, “Dinner!”

     Daciana. It’s a hard -ch sound, like church, he told you. You loved the name as soon as it spilled from his lips. You know, he continued, Roman Dacia was a province of the Roman Empire. It fell, like everything else back then, but later, it became modern day Romania. You figured it was an ode to his birthplace, but, you also liked that he was full of random information like that. So, Daciana it was.

    You move back into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to pull out a Fiji water and an apple juice. You grab your phone on your way back to the table and smile brightly as your six year old comes bounding into the room.

     I know Bucky is a little close to home for you, but you’re the only one who can do this  

     Bucky Barnes is a tricky bastard  

     You still there?  

    You flip your phone face down beside your plate of food. You pour the cold apple juice into a small cup and push it toward your chatty little girl, leaning back in your chair as you watch her dig into her plate. She talks your ear off, she laughs, she gets tomato sauce all over her shirt. She is the absolute best part of you. She’s the best thing you could have ever done. She’s why you stay out.

     There’s a reason why you keep this phone turned on…  

     Deep down, there is something in you that just has to know what’s going on. It takes a special kind of person to do what you do. You can’t just turn that off because you get pregnant. You did try for a while, a long while, to stay completely off the grid, but you went stir crazy. Even if you aren’t actively participating, you still like to know the rules of the game, just in case. Your phone chimes again.

     Freedom comes with a price, Hawkins. You’re the BEST. You shouldn’t try and run from it. It’s who you are...  

     “Finished mama!” Daciana proclaims proudly.

     “Great job! Meet you in the bathroom in five, okay? We gotta wash that hair tonight.”

     I already paid for my freedom, and then some. Call Wick.  

     Can’t. He’s out too  

     Your lips quirks up at the edges as you read over the message, “Good for him.” You mumble.

     You turn off the phone.

     Hour pass. The darkness outside matches the current state of your quiet home in the middle of nowhere. Daciana is cradled against your chest, her hand dug into your hair, her mouth open as she sleeps on top of you. You hear a creak from somewhere in the house, and your eyes spring open out of instinct. You roll your head slightly toward the window, your eyes zeroing in on another tree as you listen for another disturbance in the stillness. Your lips part, the minuscule hairs on your arms standing up as your breathing becomes shallow. You see? It never goes away. Your instinct. Your training.

    There’s another creak. Most people would think it’s just the house settling. Houses make noises all the time. But not you. You know better. You slip out from underneath the small girl and set your feet on the ground, slowly, one by one. You stand, pulling her up into your arms and move briskly toward the walk-in closet. You lay her down on the pre-made pallet and move back toward the reinforced, soundproof door, locking it behind you. You sink to your knees once you’re by the bed, reaching for the 9mm handgun and hunting knives you keep stashed. Another creak sounds deep in the house. You spring back to you feet, gun pointed toward the threshold of your bedroom door.

     You move slowly out into the hallway, your eyes darting around the darkness. There’s a change in the atmosphere. You can smell it. You take the stairs quickly, turning the corner into your kitchen, your gun leading the way. You step past the table but halt suddenly, lowering your arms and turning your head slightly to the left. Without warning, two arms encircle you from behind. You elbow the person hard, creating a small space for you to be able to turn and land a kick into their chest. The intruder stumbles back as you rush him, throwing a barrage of punches and kicks, him blocking most but you get a few good ones in.

     You pull your knife from the rim of your yoga pants and bring it down with such a force you can hear it cut through the air. He sidesteps you, but you’ve already anticipated that move. You whirl around, dropping the knife from your right hand and catch it with your left, stretching out your arm and pushing the knife toward the assailant. He’s quick, but not quick enough. He grunts loudly as the knife rips through his flesh.

     He stumbles back again, cursing loudly as he covers the wound with his hand, “La dracu!”

     You rush him, faking him out with a right hook, and swing as hard as you can with your left. Most of your targets are stunned by the fact that you can fight just as effectively with your left hand as you can with your right, but not this one. He catches your left wrist before your punch can connect and whips you around, your back now to his chest. You struggle against him, bending over quickly and using most of your strength and your hip to flip him right over your body, sending him crashing into your hand carved dinner table.

     The man grunts loudly, grabbing at his ribs as you recover with your gun, pointing it at his head, finger beginning to squeeze the trigger, “Ash! Ash, it’s me.”

    You stop dead in your tracks. You know that voice. Your eyes try to scan the owner, not wanting to believe it is who you think it is, “How do you-”

     “It’s me, Ash. Holy shit.” He groans as he rolls over onto his side slowly.

     You keep your gun trained on him, adjusting and re-adjusting your grip as your mind races. It can’t be. It’s not- “Bucky?”

     He stands, stumbling over the broken table as he tries to get his balance. He holds up a hand, before dropping it quickly as rushed breaths push through his teeth audibly, “How many men do you know that can speak Romanian?”

     “Plenty.” You spit, gun still trained on him.

     He eyes you cautiously in the dark, careful not to make any sudden movements, knowing how deadly you can be, even when you know the person in front of you, “You can put that down now.” You throws his eyes toward the gun.

     “Can I?”

     He nods his head, “I’m not here to hurt you, Ash.” When you don’t respond, he chuckles a little, “Come on, you’re making me nervous with that thing.”

     You lower the handgun, slowly, but keep a defensive stance, “Why are you here?” You ask lowly.

     He takes a beat, grabbing at the napkins on the table and pressing them to his bleeding shoulder, “I can’t stop by to say hi?”

     “I haven’t seen you in two years. I don’t think so.”

     “Has it really been that long?” He asks, his face screwing up in genuine confusion, “Time flies.” You stare at him, “It was a joke.”

     He’s still an idiot. You shake your head, pursing your lips, “You have to go. Now.”

     “Come on babe.”

     “No. There is no babe, not anymore. Get out.”

     He sighs, dropping his head, “I’m in trouble. I’m-”

     “Excommunicado.”

     “You know?”

     “I keep my ear to the ground. That’s why you have to go, Bucky. You can’t be here.”

     He nods slowly, “Precious cargo, I know.” You peak up toward the ceiling where the precious cargo lays, none the wiser to what’s happening around her, “Can I see her?”

     The seriousness in his voice pulls your eyes right back to him. His hair is longer now, reaching his shoulders. It’s wavy. You like it like this. You like it any way he wears it if you’re being honest. Long, short, buzzed, blonde, he made it all work. You stare at each other for a second, blinking, remembering. It was his blues eyes that caught you off guard way back when. They were so mysterious but playful. You’re not even sure how one could pull that off, especially someone as dangerous as he was. But he did.

     You don’t say anything. You just turn and move back toward the long staircase. You feel him behind you the whole way, keeping a small distance as you climb the stairs and move down the hallway. You move into your bathroom, running your hand underneath the counter until your fingers glide over a small, silver key. You pull it out and step past him as you unlock the closet door. You step aside. He pushes past you, making his way toward the small girl laid out on the mountain of blankets and pillows. He bends to pick her up carefully, grimacing as pain rips through him.

     You watch as he moves back into your room and takes a seat on your bed, cradling the child to his chest. The faintest smile spreads on his lips as he looks her over. It’s strange. He was never this vulnerable when it was just the two of you, but then again, you’re both assassins, could you ever really trust one another? He runs his fingers down her gentle face, like he’s etching it in his min, like he doesn’t want to forget. It might be a long time before he sees her again. It may be the last time he sees her again.

     “I love her so much.”

     His voice is barely a whisper. You drop your head, biting the inside of your cheek, “I know.” You answer.

     You had both made the decision, when you found out that two was becoming three, that he needed to stay away. He’d be there, as much as he could, mostly in the shadows. It was just too dangerous. If anyone found out about her, she’d be a pawn in a game that she didn’t sign up for. You couldn’t have that. Bucky wouldn’t have that.

     You remember one of your last nights together in the Continental Hotel. You’d snuck in through the back, with the help of Charon, and rode the elevator to his floor. You kept your face and prominent baby bump covered with a hoodie and baseball cap. You pushed through the door with the keycard provided to you. As soon as the door clicked behind you, and the two of you locked eyes, he fell to his knees. He placed both hands on either side of your stomach, he lifted your shirt, planted feather light kisses on your tight skin. He was excited. He really was.

     The two of you made love. You bit your lip as your eyes roamed along his face as he laid next to you, his fingers playing with your hair. You wanted him to get out too. The two of you could make a life, you really could. Plenty had done it before. He just looked back at you. He smiled slowly as his eyes shifted between yours. He ran his hand down your face, made some stupid joke and pulled you close to him. He whispered into your ear as you fell asleep. When you woke up, he was gone.

     “What did you do?” You ask.

     “I killed someone.”

     You roll your eyes. Still a cheeky bastard, “No shit, Sherlock.”

     He chuckles, but never takes his eyes off of the precious cargo in his hands, “I killed Santino D’Antonio in the Continental Lounge.” You gasp, prompting him to shake his head and sigh, “He was gonna kill me, Ash.”

     “You know the rules Bucky!” You hiss angrily, “No killing on Continental grounds, you know that!” You rack your hands and fingers through your hair, “God, you’re so stupid!”

     “And reckless, I know.” He chuckles, “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

     He leans down, kissing the small girl on her forehead. He closes his eyes and breathes her in, whispering something in Romanian before he lays her back down on the bed. He stands, grabbing the throw blanket from the end of the mattress and covers her sweetly. He runs his hand down her arm and smiles at her again, before turning back to you, “I have one last favor with the Director. I’m gonna see if she can get me to Casablanca.”

     “And then?”

     He shrugs, “I don’t know. I’ll figure that out when I get to Morocco.”

     You stare at each other again. He pulls you to him, crashing his lips to yours in one final kiss. It’s deep, and passionate, making your knees weak. He wraps an arm around your back and pulls you as close as he can to him, needing to feel you against him just one last time. When he pulls away, you stand there, staring at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly open as your brain races. Your bottom lip quivers, very slightly, but it quivers. You don’t need to say that you love him. He nods his head gently. He knows.

     “I love you, baby.” He knows that you need to hear him say it.

     He steps to the side and brushes past you, his fingers reaching out to slide up your arm as he leaves. You don’t turn around. You just listen as his footsteps grow further and further away from you until you can’t hear them anymore. You try to blink back the tears that threaten, but they fall freely, hot against your skin as you stare into your dark bedroom. You’re not ready for a life without Bucky Barnes. You like having him in the shadows.

     Morning comes very quickly. You zip up some bags, throwing them over your shoulder as you skip down the stairs and out into the garage. You throw them into the back of your 1970 Chevy Chevelle, and then head to a tool cart, pulling open the top drawer. You grab your favorite pearl handled 1911 handgun and shove it into the back of your black jeans. You pull out a small .22 and push it into your ankle holster and start throwing clips and ammunition into a smaller bag. You pull out another drawer and stuff your jacket pockets with throwing stars, and tuck a few knives into the hidden pockets in your jacket.

     You run back inside and collect your still sleeping child, placing a hand firmly on her back as you hold her to you, and make your way out of your home. You lay her down in the back of your car and jump into the driver's seat, squealing out of the garage. It’s a short drive to your destination. You’re now standing on the front porch, Daciana against your chest as you knock, turning your head to glance up and down the street.

     “Ash,” your long time friend says, wrapping her robe around her body, “It’s early.”

     “I know,” You nod, handing over your little girl, “Listen, I have something I gotta do. I have to help a friend. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but, I need you to-” Your friend nods, silencing you. You pull out a debit card from your wallet and a folded up piece of paper, “Use the card for anything that you need for her.”

     “Okay.”

     “If anyone comes here, looking for me, asking weird questions, or anything suspicious, you go to this address. Ask for Charon, he’ll keep you safe until I can get back. Okay?”

     She nods, scanning her eyes over the handwritten note, “Okay. I got it, I promise. I’ll keep her safe.”

     “I know you will.”

     You lean in and place a kiss on Daciana’s head, smoothing her hair down with your hand before you turn and move back down to your car, “Thank you.” You call after slamming the drivers door closed.

     You pull away from the curb before you hear a response. You smile widely as the wind whips through your hair as you hit the on ramp to the highway. Bucky Barnes owes you a new dinner table. You’ll see to it that he gets you one. You pull out your phone and type out a cryptic message before turning it back off and tossing it into the empty passenger seat.

     I’m in... but not in the way you’d hope dear Winston.  

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes x woc #bucky barnes x poc #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #mcu #avintagekiss24 #buckybarnesbingo2019 #bbbb2019 #bingo fill

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25 Days of Westallen Fanfiction: Day 16 - Better Than Christmas

A/N: Can you say...pre-series (the year before PAE in my personal headcanon of this fic) love confession on Christmas that reminds me an awful lot of @wintertruffles‘ fic that she wrote for me last year for the WA Secret Santa exchange, but I swear only has a couple similarities and the rest is very different? I never get enough of this premise. I hope you enjoy my take! Almost 4k words b/c this thing took on a life of its own, and I LOVE IT.

Enjoy!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Iris’ warmth beside him was ecstasy. Her wool sweater with the penguins playing in the snow with winter hats combined with her red sweatpants and fuzzy socks made him think of home and happiness. Sitting with her on the couch, looking up at the Christmas tree with its blinking lights and dozens of ornaments, a few professionally wrapped presents under the tree, and the smell of eggnog in the air as the fire blazed, effectively shutting out the cold. Joe wore a scarf anyway and two layers. Barry wore his typical big red sweater that Iris loved to snuggle into. And God, if Barry didn’t just love Christmas time because of all of those things.

But he wasn’t next to Iris on the couch admiring the beautifully decorated Christmas tree right now. He was in the kitchen baking Christmas cookie with Joe because Iris’ specialty was decorating the tree – and also, her talent in the kitchen was lacking unless it came down to slicing and dicing, which to her credit, she was great at.

Every so often Barry would peak out into the living room and watch her decorate the tree. He’d taken care of the lights and the garland. She would always beg him to help her put up the ornaments with her, but she also wanted him to bake cookies for her and so he was doing the latter as fast as he possibly could. Still, he yearned to see her. He always liked seeing her. She was beautiful, and he was in love with her.

“Hey. Bear.” Joe walked over to him, though he didn’t notice until the man was waving his hand in front of his face. “Earth to Barry?”

Barry blinked, blushed a bright pink and cleared his throat, ducking back into the kitchen just as Iris was turning to quizzically look at them.

“I, uh, I thought we were done, Joe.”

Joe eyed him suspiciously, and Barry wondered if he knew. He’d been careful not to show his feelings for Iris too openly. She’d never guessed, so he assumed no one else had either.

“With one tray, Bear. We have four more to go.”

Barry looked over to the counter and the bare cookie trays spread across it.

“Oh. Right. Sorry, I must’ve just-”

“Son, are you ever going to tell her how you feel?”

Barry’s face went white as a sheet.

“I…um…what?” his voice rasped.

Joe barely suppressed rolling his eyes. He did lower his voice though.

“I know you’re in love with my daughter.”

“What?” Barry’s voice squeaked.

“I’ve known it for a long time, and I approve.”

“Y-you do?”

“Are you kidding me? Who else better to take care of her than the boy I raised, the only man I know who comes close to loving her as much as I do and treating her like the goddess she is?”

Well, she is one, Barry thought to himself.

“There’s no one else I will ever trust her with as much as I trust you.”

“Joe, this is a lot…to take in.”

So much so that he was feeling the need to sit down, and quickly.

Not only had he failed hiding his feelings from Joe, but Joe was eager to get him and Iris together. It was reassuring to know he wouldn’t have to win him over and that at least one person thought he was worthy of Iris as a romantic partner, but it still was happening faster and more suddenly than he’d ever expected it to. Truth be told, he hadn’t expected it to happen at all. Actually obtaining Iris’ affection seemed like a far off dream that would never come true. He certainly never expected anyone to encourage that goal, let alone Joe, Iris’ father and the man who had raised him since he was eleven.

“Look, I’m not trying to overwhelm you, Barry,” Joe said, coming to stand next to where he was leaning against the counter. “I just…I’ve seen how you felt about her since you came to live with us, since before you knew what the word ‘love’ meant.”

Reluctantly, Barry looked up into his eyes.

“And I’m telling you, she has no idea how you feel.”

Barry wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and rubbed the skin there – a nervous habit.

“I…I know,” he said, nearly a muttered breath.

“You have to tell her.”

His eyes flashed back to Joe’s.

“W-What? Joe, no. She won’t- She doesn’t feel-”

“She does.”

A scoff spilled past his lips.

“You can’t know that, Joe. I mean, has she said that she does?”

“No. But-” Barry shook his head indignantly, but Joe continued, determined. “She might not know her own feelings, but she will if you tell her yours.”

“Joe, no. That doesn’t make any-”

“Just tell her how you feel.”

“No!” His voice escalated unknowingly. “I’m not going to risk our friendship over feelings she might or might not have.”

“Is everything all right in there?” Iris called out, and Barry reigned in his temper.

He knew Joe had good intentions, but what he was asking of him was absolutely ridiculous. It just wasn’t that simple. If Iris hadn’t shown interest in him all the years they’d lived together, him telling her how he felt now wasn’t going to change that.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Are you suuu-” She came to a stop in the doorway and instantly felt the testosterone coming off both men in waves.

“Yep,” Barry said, forcing a smile onto his face. “I just wanted to come help you decorate the tree and your dad insisted I stay in here to bake cookies.”

Iris looked relieved. Barry didn’t know if she believed his excuse, but it didn’t matter. She was going to let it slide, and she was going to get him out of the kitchen. He knew even before she reached for his hand and pulled him toward her that was what was going to happen.

“Give Barry a break, Dad.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you can handle the rest of the cookies by yourself.”

Taking the lead from his pseudo-son, Joe’s face had smoothed over and his frustrated eagerness cooled to more manageable degrees.

“You’re right. Of course. You two have fun.”

Barry didn’t dare look behind him as he and Iris left the kitchen. He could feel Joe glaring a hole into the back of his head.

…

Half an hour later, the tree was fully decorated – well, except for the star. But Joe would put that on later just before dinner. It was their tradition every year, and there was something very comfortable about tradition. It felt safe. It was nice.

Iris plopped down beside Barry on the couch, snuggling close. He tried to relax into her, but his conversation with Joe in the kitchen kept going on repeat in his mind. He hated that it had happened because it was ruining a moment he would’ve otherwise indulged in. If this was the only way he could have Iris, he would take it. It was great. It felt almost perfect.

Is almost enough for you? After what Joe told you?

But Joe was only guessing. He wanted them to be together, so he made himself believe they had mutual feelings for each other. That wasn’t the same thing as actually having mutual feelings.

He guessed you had feelings, though.

Barry ignored that line of thought.

“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” Iris said, starry-eyed as she stared up at their masterpiece.

Barry wrapped his arm around her, forcing Joe’s words out of his mind. He was going to enjoy this moment. It only came once a year.

“You did a great job, Iris.”

She snorted and poked his chest with his finger.

“We did a great job.” She continued before he could insist otherwise. “Only half the tree would be decorated if you hadn’t helped me, and you know it.”

He smiled slowly. “I guess my height does come in handy.”

She sat up enough to turn and face him.

“You come in handy, Bear. I won’t have you saying otherwise.”

Oh my God, she’s so close.

Maybe she wasn’t really. Maybe it just felt that way. But everything inside him was aching to kiss her.

Don’t do it. It will change everything. And not for the better.

That voice was annoying, but it was also probably true. He knew he needed to listen to it or he might very well ruin Christmas for both of them. The awkward tension next Christmas if he caused that now just might kill him.

“You have really pretty eyes, Bear. Did I ever tell you that?” she asked, sifting her fingers through his hair.

God, she was going to kill him. She was so touchy-feely with him, so handsy, and so innocent about it. It nearly drove him crazy. If she only knew.

Well, she won’t know unless you tell her. He heard the words in Joe’s voice in his head and knew they were true too.

And therein lie his dilemma.

“Not recently,” he teased, needing to lighten the moment before he went insane, before he got a hard-on with their knees touching, her thighs pressed against his, and her cinnamon fragrance absolutely intoxicating.

“Well, they are,” she continued, unthwarted and completely unaware. “Sometimes I wish I had them.”

He gawked at that.

“W-why? Your eyes are so pretty, Iris. They’re beautiful. I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes.”

He was babbling now, but he didn’t care. How Iris could ever think she was anything but the most beautiful was a mystery to him.

Her eyes twinkled in amusement though, and he knew he’d gone a bit overboard.

“All right, if you insist,” she said, and fixed his hair so it was as it had been before she’d started playing with it. Then she repositioned herself so she was snuggled up against him again, this time with her arm looped through his.

He didn’t know how he suppressed a sigh honestly, but when Joe came in a while later, Barry saw the look on his face and felt the pressure. Joe wanted him to tell her so bad. He didn’t know why the urgency had come on so suddenly, but he knew he was going to be feeling it until he told her. Maybe Joe thought Christmas would be the perfect time to tell? Regardless, he did feel guilty about snapping at the man. So later when Iris was asleep against him and most of the cookies had been eaten, and it was just Joe and Barry watching the Christmas tree and listening to the fire crackle, Barry spoke up.

“I’m sorry, Joe,” he said quietly. “About before. I didn’t mean to-”

“I know,” Joe said, and Barry had a feeling he did. “I was wrong to push. I just want you – both of you – to be happy.”

“We are happy, Joe.”

“Not as happy as you could be.”

Barry opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“Look, if you’re not ready to tell her, I won’t push anymore. But please think about it. Maybe it wouldn’t work out, but I really think that it would. I think you owe it to yourself to give it a shot.”

Barry didn’t say anything, but he nodded. Then he looked down at his sleeping Iris and wondered hard. He still felt very strongly about everything he had said before, but in this gentler setting, a flicker of hope came to life inside him, and he wondered if it was possible that Joe could be right.

“I’m going to bed,” Joe said a while later, and came to press a kiss to his drowsy daughter’s face.

“Mm, what? No…Dad-” Iris protested, reaching for him.

“I’ll see you in the morning, baby girl.”

Her arms fell short and she murmured an ‘I love you’ and an ‘okay’, snuggling back into Barry and drifting back to sleep, her hand clutching his warm, red sweater.

Barry and Joe’s eyes met once more before Joe left. A nod, an understanding, and a ‘Merry Christmas’ passing their lips, even if it wasn’t quite midnight.

Barry fell asleep once for about forty-five minutes before coming to again. Iris was still sleeping against him, and he decided that maybe she might regret the arrangement if her back was out-of-sorts in the morning.

“Hey, Iris.” He gently shook her when she didn’t so much as budge. “Iris.”

She moaned a little. “Mmm, no, let me sleeeeeep,” she whined, then sighed contently against him and snuggled closer, the side of face fully pressed into his chest.

Of their own accord, Barry’s fingers tangled in her hair.

“It’s late, Iris.”

“It’s Christmas, Barry.”

“You’ll thank me in the morning after you’ve slept in your own bed,” he said, more firmly this time.

Reluctantly Iris roused herself and lifted her body off his.

“Why are you so eager to get rid of me, huh?”

His eyes widened. “Iris, I’m not. I’m just-”

“I know, I know. Doing what’s best for me like you always do.” She sighed, getting to her feet, running a hand through her hair and straightening out her clothing so she wouldn’t be walking with her seams sideways or her socks slipping off.

“Iris-” he tried, but she waved him off.

“It’s okay, Barry, you’re right.” She yawned. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He wanted to go after her. He should have gone after her. It was the perfect mood, the perfect lighting. And on Christmas Eve? What better time to risk it all, to risk every Christmas after this one if she really did feel the same?

But she was so tired. It probably wasn’t the ideal time to be making confessions of love.

So, he let her go, and he told himself he should go too. But as luck would have it, he ended up being too tired himself. He pulled a blanket off the top of the couch over him and fell asleep in the light of the Christmas tree.

…

The next morning when Iris came down the stairs, she was struck by the sight of Barry sleeping on the couch. She shook her head at his sleeping form, doing what he’d insisted she shouldn’t do.

Unbelievable.

She knew she should leave him, despite his hypocrisy. But she couldn’t help it. She went and sat on the floor in front of the couch and trailed her fingers up his arm hanging over the side of the couch.

“The itsy bitsy spider…”

“I love you, Iris,” Barry mumbled in his sleep.

Iris chuckled to herself.

“I love you, too, Bear. Even if you are a bit of hypocrite.”

“I love you so much. Kiss me.”

His lips parted, and Iris’ eyes widened. Barry’s eyes were still shut, so he had to still be dreaming. She wondered what he could possibly be dreaming about. The thought suddenly occurred to her that he might be having a wet dream. About her. Her body’s first reaction to that possibility was to get hot all over, and for her a dampness to gather between her legs.

Iris tightly pushed her thighs together, willing the sensation to go away.

That’s weird, Iris. He’s your best friend. You can’t- No. Stop it.

But he really was very handsome – hot, some people might say. Girls in her class, for instance. She remembered feeling some type of way when they would giggle and talk amongst themselves about Barry whenever he would come to meet up with Iris between classes at CCU. At the time she’d decided they were mean girls, unworthy of her best friend, just like Becky Cooper.

But now she wondered… Was it jealousy?

She tried to stomp down the feeling, but she couldn’t ignore what she’d felt last night either. For the longest time she stared into his eyes. It felt like an eternity. And she could’ve sworn he wanted to kiss her. She’d stretched out the moment deliberately just to see if he would. The fact that he hadn’t should’ve proved to her that her suspicions he might like her were wrong, just as they had been her entire life. Surely he would’ve made a move by now if he was actually interested.

And there was nothing wrong with him not being interested. She certainly wouldn’t want to ruin their friendship. The only person she depended on more than Barry was her dad, and even that was pretty much tied.

No, it was probably better to let this slide and ignore whatever Barry might be saying or doing that could be interpreted differently than what was obvious to the naked eye.

Barry’s eyes blinked open. Hazy with sleep, Barry’s voice was husky. It turned Iris on. There was no getting around that.

“I-Iris?”

She smiled slowly, shoving down the feeling.

“It’s a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

“Huh?” His brows furrowed, confused, not registering what she was implying.

He’s so darn cute.

“Telling me to get off my butt and sleep in my own bed and then proceeding to sleep on the couch yourself?”

He was silent for a moment, then, “Oh.”

She rolled her eyes.

“And not only that, but before you woke up just now, you were mumbling in your sleep.”

That seemed to wake him right up.

“What did I say?”

She shrugged nonchalantly, though her cheeks felt hot as coals.

“Oh, you know, just the usual…that you love me sooo much.”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

“And that you want me to kiss you.”

She met his eyes. Her mouth suddenly felt so dry. She couldn’t look away from him if she tried. His stare was so intense she thought she’d die if she looked away.

Was he gonna kiss her? Was he gonna kiss her? She thought she’d die if he didn’t.

She didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to break this crystalline, fragile moment, but his name slipped past her lips anyway. Or, at least it started to.

“Bar-”

He leaned over the edge of the couch, most of his body still level enough that he didn’t fall off. And Iris was close enough that he didn’t have to lean far. He didn’t hesitate once he reached her, not for a single moment, and Iris wondered if he’d wanted to do this for a while. If he’d dreamt about it.

His lips were warm and soft against hers. The pressure was sweet and made her feel all tingly. It was the simplest of kisses, but she let him pull back, so he could say something if he wanted to, even though every part of her wanted to grab his face and devour him.

“I do love you, Iris,” he said softly. “I’ve loved you for…so long. And I haven’t told you because-”

“I know,” she said, nodding. “I understand.”

“What about…” he trailed off, then licked his lips. “What about you?”

Iris thought about it, wondered what she truly felt. She certainly loved him like family, though she’d never really thought of him as family, certainly not in a way that would make her see him as her brother or cousin or any other kind of relative. She’d never thought that. But she felt safe with him and protective of him. She enjoyed spending time with him, and she liked touching him a lot. And right now, there were few other things she wanted than to make out with him right here by the Christmas tree on Christmas morning.

“Iris?”

She smiled tentatively, then draped her arm around his neck.

“I think I love you, too, Bear.”

Her small, pretty smile was nothing compared to the thousand-watt one that spread across his face.

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes bright with happiness. He was so very awake now.

“Yeah,” she giggled, then scooted closer and kissed him again and again and again.

By the time Joe came downstairs sometime later, Barry was sitting up on the couch and Iris was straddling him, kissing him with a fury that stole his breath. And Joe West groaned, causing them to break away.

“Dad!” Iris shrieked, but Barry said nothing, a lazy grin on his face he couldn’t suppress.

“Well, I guess you told her,” Joe said on a sigh.

Iris’ jaw dropped. “You knew?”

He ignored her. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, Barry Allen-”

“You told me once,” Barry retorted, to which Joe shrugged and headed back towards the stairs.

“Wait, Dad! You don’t have to-” She tried to climb off Barry’s lap, but he sensed the movement and held her in place, making her brace her hands on the top of the couch, startled.

“I really think I do,” Joe said, continuing up the steps. “I’m still tired anyway.”

When they heard his bedroom door shut behind him, Iris turned back to Barry and playfully smacked him.

“I can’t believe you!” she giggled.

He only grinned. “You’re beautiful in the morning, you know that?” He tucked a lock behind her ear, then sunk his fingers into her hair.

Iris shivered beneath his touch. “Only in the morning, Barry Allen?”

“No,” he said and pulled her closer, nuzzling her nose before stealing a kiss. “All the time. Always. You’re always beautiful.”

One kiss after another. Iris sunk into each and every one of them.

“I have a Christmas present for you.” She tried to pull away.

“I like this one,” he said, pulling her in for another kiss.

“I’ll do you one better,” she said, leaning back enough so they’d tumble to the floor if he tried to lean forward.

“What’s that?” he asked, resigned to whatever fate she’d decided to deliver him.

The question sounded simple enough in her mind, and she knew he’d say yes. She was just suddenly very nervous to ask it. Would he tease her? Would she tell her she was being silly?

“Iris?” he asked, concerned, breaking through her self-doubt, and she knew she was being silly. Silly to doubt him ever.

“Will you be my boyfriend, Barry?”

His literal gasp followed by the look of awestruck wonder in his eyes, the unshed tears of a boy in love staring straight at her like she was the reason science made sense.

“You have to ask?” he rasped, and she knew right then she loved him.

She loved him. She loved him. She loved him.

She kissed him hard – but just barely because she was smiling so much.

“I’m so excited, Barry. So happy. This is the best Christmas gift ever.”

Her eyes dazzled when she pulled away, and he was smiling so bright he looked like he might burst.

“Not as happy as I am, Iris,” then stole another kiss. “Not by a long shot.”

And they kissed a while longer as dawn crept into day and sun shone through the front window. And after a while Barry made pancakes and Iris stared dreamily at him as he did.

“My boyfriend, the cook,” she said, not realizing until he turned to look at her that she’d said it out loud. She was too embarrassed to take it back. And the smirk he sent her way melted her insides.

He finished up their breakfast and delivered it to her. Her eyes lit up at the display of deliciously smelling food, but before she could dive in, he tipped her chin up, leaned down and kissed her.

“Better than pancakes,” she murmured against his lips.

“Better than Christmas,” he countered.

She didn’t disagree.

...

*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

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Ceraunophilia: Chapter One

Ceraunophilia: Love of lightning and thunder

A/n: In honor of Rise of The Guardians and my rekindling love for the fandom, I’m writing a fanfic!! Hope any of you who read it enjoy, I’m going to work really hard on it! It’s Pitch x oc, and a slowburn at that! 

Wind. So much damn wind.

Elissa growls and spits hair that flew into her mouth out. “How much longer till we’re out of the headwind?” She barks from the top deck of the ship.

“2 klicks, ma’am!” Garrison shouts. “No more, no less.”

She frowns and jumps down to main deck. “Winsen, Mallary, tighten up the wings!” Elissa orders. “We don’t want the winds pushing us back!”

“Yes, ma’am!” The two men nod, already folding up the fin-like sails.

Elissa, having enough of her wild mane, ties it back. This wind shouldn’t be so strong. They weren’t even over the strait anymore.

She leans on the mast and looks around at the clouds. The wings on the sides that are normally flaring out are now tied back, the wind sliding past. The propeller at the front works overtime, loudly chopping through the air.

At any rate, this gale could knock The Eurus right out of the sky.

Lightning harvesting is a hard business. Storms are unpredictable and rough. If your airship was just the slightest bit off par, it will drop altitude faster than a fly. Storage itself was rough. Keeping the lightning contained was one of the hardest parts of harvesting, as it itself if chaotic and hazardous, fatal if something goes wrong.

It’s a wonder Elissa has been in business for over a century.

The wind grows fiercer, battering the hull so hard, it rocked the ship. “Garris, don’t you dare crash my ship!” Elissa yells, eyes dry. 

“Doing the best I can,” The pilot shouts back.

The wind snaps, the crew huddling close to each other or the sides for warmth and stability. 

Elissa pushes her way up the stairs, covering her face with her hand. “Carnet, lock up the rations, I’m going to bed!”

The quartermaster looks up and frowns. “Elise, don’t you want to stay awake in case we fly over the Sandman?”

“I’ve been up since 3 am,” She waves him off. “I can’t stand anymore of this wind.” She begins to push her door in, eyes narrow.

“Captain, we’re nearing a storm,” Garrison exclaims. “A pretty one at that.”

Elissa spins around. “How much time do we have to prepare?” She asks.

“Maybe another 4 klicks? Maybe 5.”

“I want all hands at the ready, release the nets and string up the cages!” She reaches for a rope and tosses it to a crew member. “I want three jars this time! We’ll port at the next wall.” Elissa cracks her neck and looks over to a man wearing a dark duster and with eyes to match. “Marcus,” She whistles, “Keep the crew in line and make sure they do as they’re ordered. I’m going to bed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Marcus nods and barks out orders. Elissa rolls her shoulders and stretches her back as she makes her way up the stairs back to her quarters.

The door opens and closes. Elissa takes her hair out and shakes it, getting the water droplets out of her hair and onto the walls. She yawns and drops onto her fold up, stretching out on the furs that lined the mattress and closes her eyes, falling asleep with her hand hanging off the bed.

Something touches her wrist.

Elissa jolts awake and whips out a silver pistol, intricate engravings detailing the shining revolver. “Who’s there?” She barks.

No answer.

She narrows her eyes and grabs a lighter. Flicking the small wheel to ignite the flame, Elissa moves her hand around, lighting up the shadows. “I’m not going to deal with shadows tonight,” She hisses. “Come out where I can see you.”

Still, no answer.

Elissa lowers the lighter, snapping the cap back on. She drops her arm, setting it aside. “Stars above, I’m getting paranoid.”

The sun shines through the huge sails and fins of the ship, clouds below the bow and surround the entire boat.

Elissa smiles, one hand gripping the shroud, the other hanging by her side. She leans over the edge of the ship, watching the clouds as they roll past. 

“Lovely day to go sun surfing, isn’t it, Captain?” A crew member shouts with a smile.

“It sure is, Dennen. It sure is,” Elissa grins and jumps down. “Anyone seen my board? I should check the sail before I go,” she asks and looks around.

“Below deck?” The red headed Carnet asks.

“Checked,” Elissa puts a hand on her hip and taps her foot. 

“What about the bunks?”

“Checked there too.”

“Storage roo-”

“Checked, double checked and checked again,” Elissa glares at him and huffs. She looks at the deck and purses her lips. “Where can it be?” She murmurs to herself.

“Have you tried the closet?” Another crewman asks.

Elissa looks up and snaps her fingers. “Nope.” She tips her head, “Thanks, Charles.” She opens up the board entrance, climbing down and walking to the small closet meant for holding basic supplies, such as a broom, mop and towels.

 Elissa opens the closet door, pushing back buckets and towels. “Dammit.”

“Not in there either, is it?”

Elissa whips around, pulling out her sword and pressing the tip at the person’s throat. “Make one move and I’ll slice your throat,” she spits, narrowing her eyes.

The man jumps back, shadows messing up his silhouette. “Not a pleasant crowd, is it?” he murmurs.

Just barely, Elissa could make out his features. His face was thin and long, his cheeks prominent and his nose gives him a hawk-like look. His hair is black, like the rest of him. If anything, she’d say his entire body was black, or close to it. On closer look, she could see that the black was really a robe, or...something. A coat, maybe. His skin, though, is gray like ash.

The only color on him was the ring around his pupils. A gold color, almost resembling those dreaded solar eclipses that messed up schedules every time they occurred.

She narrows her eyes and takes two steps towards him, again, pressing the end of her blade to his throat. “I know who you are,” she growls. “You damned childhood nightmare.”

The man’s shock turns to a smirk and he laughs. “Oh good, I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me,” He chuckles and stands with his hands behind his back.

“What do you want, Pitch?” Elissa narrows her eyes.

Pitch pushes her sword away from his throat with one finger. “I came with an offer,” he claims.

“I don’t want it.”

“I have leverage.”

“YOU STOLE MY BOARD?!”

Elissa raises her blade and slashes. Pitch melts into shadows as her blade comes down. She snarls and turns, cutting across where his chest would be. He moved again.

“All this fuss over a little board?” Pitch asks, reappearing from the shadows. He leans on a long surf board like structure with a folded up fin, the color of storm clouds at their finest.

Elissa sneers and shifts her weight to one leg. “Can I just have my Cumulus back?” She asks and drops her sword.

 “Of course,” Pitch smiles sincerely, but quickly turns malicious. “If.”

“If?” Elissa sheathes her sword and crosses her arms. “If what?”

Pitch sets the board aside and stands in front of the captain. “If you help me with something.”

“Being?”

He gestures to her. “You are the captain of a lightning harvester, are you not?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Yes? What’s your point.”

“You know me,” Pitch shrugs with a playful smirk. “I prey on fear. And kids, at one point or another, are absolutely terrified of thunder storms. Storms which you follow and collect from.”

“Yeah,” Elissa tightens her lips. “Kids are. But it ain’t my job to cause storms, I just gather up lightning.”

“Ah,” Pitch points at her, “But you know where they are. I don’t. I can only follow fear, and that in itself is hard to track.”

“You’re just in it for a quick energy boost.”

“You get what you get.”

Elissa scrunches up her nose. “And what do I get out of this?”

Pitch looks up for a few moments, in thought. “What do you get out of this?” he smirks. “Recognition.”

Elissa’s eyes light up. 

“Just imagine how much praise and respect you would get if everyone knew you were working with the boogeyman,” He grins. “No one would bother you.”

“But that’s half the fun,” She smirks. “What’s the point in sailing if you have no competition.”

“You and your crew would be as rich as kings.”

Elissa lifts her head up. “And what about the Guardians?” She asks. This makes Pitch’s face drop into a scowl. “What would happen when they find out that I’m working with their mortal enemy?”

“Do you think that would matter?” Pitch growls. “They wouldn’t even be able to touch you.”

Elissa narrows her eyes. “I would lose customers if they knew the Guardians would be on their tails. So sorry, but no dice.” She pulls her gun on him and stands sideways. Pitch jumps back, eyes wide. “Word’s gotten around quickly, Pitch, and everyone knows you’re a manipulative little bastard.” Elissa flicks the hammer down. “Now get off my ship.”

Pitch walks back into the shadows, eyes hurt but face turned into a fierce snarl. His form becomes lost in the shadows, and leaves Elissa alone in the darkness of the ship’s hold.

She lowers her gun and sighs.

On one hand, power, recognition, becoming untouchable.

On the other, she would lose her business, and the Guardians would always be in her way, keeping constant tabs on her and never leaving her or her ship alone.

She could never set foot in Vale again, let alone be called to the face of the Court.

Elissa growls, turns and grabs her board, walking back up to the main deck.

A/n: god, I haven’t written a new fanfic in forever! It feels nice to get back onto the laptop to write :D This fanfic is going to be long, and I want to expand more on the world of Rotg and Goc. I’ll probz be able to get three chapters in by this week to get the ball rolling and all, so hope you can enjoy reading this first chapter!

Edit: I dont know why the read more and little lines seperating scenes arent showing up on mobile, but maybe that'll be fixed in an update or something

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[eliniei]

Not As It Seems XVIII

Summary: For Heavensturn, instead of celebrating the Eorzean custom, Emet-Selch implores the Warrior of Light to try a Garlean tradition instead.

A/N: Written for my dear friend Ahro for Christmas.

Word Count: 4627

Masterlist: here Ao3: here

Warnings: NSFW

“Hmm,” I hummed as I stared out the window at the falling snow, cheek flattened against the palm of my hand as I leaned on the dining table.

“What is it you’re daydreaming about, hero?” Emet-Selch’s voice asked, his quiet words in my ear causing a chill to travel up my spine. With a small yelp of surprise, I jumped at his unexpected arrival, my chair nearly tipping over with the movement. His arm shot out and righted it, a smug smile on his lips. I exhaled an unsteady breath and placed my hand over my pounding heart. 

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” I shot at him, annoyance in my tone. With a shake of my head, I looked back outside again. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he raised a brow at my reaction. 

“Don’t tell me I have to lift your spirits again,” he complained, exasperation in his tone. “To be honest, hero, I am not sure I’m up for the challenge a second time.” I waved my hand in dismissal. 

“No, no,” I answered with a sigh. “I was just wondering if I shouldn’t take a trip for Heavensturn this year instead of spending it at home.” The Ascian leaned his backside against the table, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing out the same window. 

“And where did you have in mind?” 

I hummed in thought.

“I’m not sure,” I answered. “Somewhere I haven’t been before but…” I shrugged my shoulders. “Those places are few and far between now.”

He considered me thoughtfully for a few moments, a frown on his mouth as he looked me up and down. I furrowed my brow at the look on his face. I knew that look. 

“I have a proposition for you, hero,” he said, finally. Now, it was my turn to raise a brow. 

“Oh? A trip to another shard again?” 

“No,” he replied. “This time, right here on the Source.”

I tilted my head and sat back in my chair, crossing my legs, motioning with one hand to the empty space in front of me. 

“You have the floor, then, Ascian.”

“For the new year,” he began, pushing off the table, slowly turning to face me again. “In exchange for forcing me to learn your Eorzean customs, how about you come with me and learn a little about Garlean traditions?” I pursed my lips.

“But you’re... not really a Garlean,” I pointed out. He chuckled.

“No, but I am still the founding father of the empire. It was expected of me as Emperor to take part in the celebrations in my youth, and I did not disappoint. I know them quite intimately.” I hummed, tapping my finger to my chin. 

“In truth, I find this particular custom refreshing and I had planned to take leave of this place for a short while that day to partake in it. But if you came with me...” As he trailed off, a feline smile spread across his lips and he looked down at me, though by the look on his face I knew he would not deign to continue.

“What exactly is this tradition, then? Where would we be going?”

“Ah, ah,” he said, wagging a gloved finger at me. “That, my dearest hero, is a surprise.” I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at him. He huffed a laugh at my expression. 

“Oh, don’t look at me like that.” He leaned down so his face was so close his lips were barely an ilm from mine. My breath caught as his shimmering gold eyes examined mine. “I promise you won’t regret it,” he whispered. “You may even have a little fun. Isn’t that what you want?” 

He straightened again, watching me with an amused smile as I released my breath and pouted, still hesitant.

“What I want is some peace and quiet.”

“And you shall have it,” he insisted, putting his hands on his hips. “Come now, hero. Don’t tell me that after all this time, you don’t trust me even a scant amount?” I bit my lip as he looked down at me, my thoughts racing through my mind as I tried to discern whether or not he was telling me the truth. 

Finally, I relented.

“When can we leave?”

“Immediately, if you’d like.”

“How long can we stay?”

“However long you wish, my dear.”

“Fine,” I agreed, standing from my chair. “Let me pack a bag and we can go.”

A short while later, I slung a pack over my shoulder as he took hold of my arm. He opened a Void portal and pulled me through.

When we appeared on the other side, we were standing in front of a dark, wooden cabin sitting in a clearing in the middle of the woods, its steps and porch buried under fulms of snow, neglected after what looked to be years of disuse.

“A little shabby for the likes of you, isn’t it?” I joked as I took it in.

“It seems no one has discovered my little hideaway,” Emet-Selch said as he dropped my arm, ignoring my question. “We shouldn’t be disturbed up here.”

“Up?” I asked, looking at him, confusion crossing my features. He motioned behind us with one hand as he took a step forward, the other hand snapping to clear away the snow and fix any damage to the small house. At his insistence I turned, my mouth falling open as a gasp escaped me.

Behind us sat a frozen lake, a small pier jutting out into the water, the light of the moon reflecting off the surface of the ice. Beyond that was a high cliff overlooking a city, illuminated with all different colors. My eyes widened as I marvelled the view. 

I felt his arm wind around my waist as he joined me, pulling me against his side, eyes sweeping over the horizon.

“Is that-”

“Garlemald?” he finished for me. “Yes. Quite beautiful all the way up here, wouldn’t you agree?” I opened my mouth to answer, but his arm travelled up, his hand sliding the bag off of my shoulder. He hoisted it onto his own and turned to go inside. I turned with him, ready to argue that I was perfectly capable of carrying my own things, but the fight died on my lips when I beheld the cabin again.

The windows were alight with a roaring fire inside the sitting room, the snow completely cleared from the porch, the previously broken beams and panels and window panes mended with naught but a snap of his fingers. 

Before I could help it, I breathed a content sigh, a smile forming on my lips. 

This seemed like the perfect place to spend Heavensturn- quiet, cozy, alone...away.

I let him lead me inside. He dropped my pack on a plush chair right inside the door and turned to watch me as I inspected our surroundings.

“Is this satisfactory enough, my dearest hero?” he asked, a hint of smugness in his voice. One side of my mouth tugged upward as I stood on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet me. He grinned, his arms wrapping around my back, pressing me into him.

“Only just,” I teased, and closed the distance between us.

We spent the next few days curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace. He conjured books for us to read, games to play, and ingredients to cook with. 

“So,” I started one night, as I was dicing a thick slab of bacon. “What exactly is this cabin for?” I inquired, motioning around me with the knife. He dodged the sharp, pointed end of the utensil as he approached and leaned one elbow on the counter. 

“I traveled here often as Solus,” he answered as he watched me scrape the small chunks into my hand, then drop them into the pot of boiling chicken stock on the stove. “To get away, I suppose, for some peace and quiet.”

I hummed my understanding as I reached for a bowl I’d set to the side. I plucked a blue egg from the counter and cracked its contents into the bowl, then shoved it into his hand. 

“Make yourself useful, would you?” He scoffed, but a small smile spread across his lips as he reached for a fork and whisked it around until the yolk and white had been sufficiently scrambled. I breathed a laugh of my own as I placed a skinned pumpkin on my cutting board and began to slice it.

“How did you find this place?” The Ascian set the bowl down next to the board as I cut, then moved around me to stir the ingredients in the pot. 

“You can see this mountain from the palace,” he explained, making room so I could slide the pumpkin into the liquid. I placed the lid on top and he set his spoon down. “A perk of being the ruling body of an entire nation is that you can do whatever it is you please, and so one day I just simply travelled up the mountain and found this spot. It was wooded, of course, and I had to remove many of the trees around the lake. I placed a shield around the area so that no one can see the clearing from the city.” He sighed through his nose, eyes downcast as he stared at the soup.

“I only ever shared this little recluse with one other person besides you, hero,” he said quietly, avoiding my eyes. “So be thankful.”

“Who?” He tensed for a moment, jaw ticking as he debated whether or not he would divulge that information. A sad smile formed on my mouth at his hesitancy and when I put an assuring hand on his arm, he relaxed. “It’s fine. You don’t have to tell me.”

As I thought back to Solus’ history, it wasn’t hard to guess.

When the pumpkin was cooked through, I took the lid off of the pot and had him pour the egg into the soup. When I served it, I sprinkled dried laurel leaves overtop for garnish and set the bowls down on the table.

Over those days, I tried many times to get him to reveal what his tradition was, but each time he would thwart my attempt and change the subject, insisting he would tell me when the time was right.

As we sat down to dinner on the eve of the turn of the year, he finally revealed what the Garlean custom of Heavensturn actually entailed.

“Let me get this straight,” I asked, incredulously, dropping my fork onto my plate with a loud clang . “To celebrate the coming of a new year, Garleans actually go for a swim in freezing water ?”

“Well, yes,” he said matter-of-factly. “Strength of mind and body is everything to your average Garlean. What better way to test both?”

I scoffed and shook my head in disbelief.

“There is absolutely no way you’re getting me to willingly jump into that lake.”

“You did agree to try, hero,” he reminded me. I clicked my tongue in annoyance and picked up my fork again. 

I couldn’t believe when, just a few hours later, I found myself standing on the small pier, now devoid of the snow, watching as Emet-Selch melted part of the ice so that we could swim around. I wrapped my arms around my body as I shivered in my boots.

“You could just warm the water, you know,” I informed him, teeth chattering. 

Gods, and I thought Eorzea was cold in the winter. 

“Then we wouldn’t be keeping with the true spirit of the tradition,” he teased with a chuckle. “Would we?”

“Brutes, the lot of you,” I mumbled as I watched him shed his overcoat, followed by his long tunic. When he stood before me in nothing but his trousers, he turned to face me, expectantly, amusement on his face. 

I stubbornly shook my head as he grabbed the lapels of my coat and pulled me to him. He slid his hands inside and around my back, forcing me to let go of myself as he removed it from my body and dropped it onto the pier.

“Come, hero,” he cooed, his voice in my ear as he playfully nipped at the lobe. “It’s not that bad.” 

My knees started to go weak as he dragged his teeth down my neck, his hands feeling for the hem of my shirt. 

Gods dammit, why had I showed him my that spot?

He lifted the garment over my head and left it on top of the coat. With a smug smile, he stepped away from me.

“Now the shoes,” he instructed. I pursed my lips but did as he asked, stepping out of my snow boots.

By the Twelve, I was freezing.

He slid his own pants off, leaving him in nothing but his shorts, and then, without warning, took a running leap into the water.

I watched in horror as he landed, the splash so large it nearly reached me. When he surfaced again, he ran a hand through his hair to slick it out of his face and looked at me with a raised brow.

I stood frozen to the spot, staring wide-eyed at him. 

No, no, no, I decided. Absolutely not-

“I-I think I’m just going to-” I started to slowly turn on my heel, pointing back to the cabin.

“Don’t make me come and get you, hero.” I paused and cringed.

A challenge and a threat.

With a frustrated groan, I acquiesced. He would absolutely drag himself out of the water just to throw me in it. 

I dropped my pants next to his. 

I mustered every ounce of nerve I had and jumped off the pier with a scream that echoed on the mountaintop. 

The water was so cold it hurt , like knives piercing my skin. I felt my heart rate spike upon impact as my body tried to adjust to the glacial temperature, the breath I was holding releasing immediately in a pained whimper. It seeped into me, slowing my movements, my very bones aching as I tried to swim to the surface. 

I took a deep breath when I broke through to the air, teeth chattering uncontrollably. 

I cursed, immediately making for the pier again, where the Ascian was already pulling himself out. Steam began rolling off of him as he heated his body with his aether, drying and warming his skin. 

He reached out to haul me out of the water and when I was unsteadily on my feet, he snapped, a bathrobe appearing in one hand. I snatched it from him and threw it over my shoulders before stepping into my boots and stomping back to the cabin.

The smirk on his lips as I pushed past him did not escape me, and a few moments later, I heard the crunch of snow behind me as he followed. 

When he had closed the door behind the both of us, he dumped our discarded clothing in a pile on the chair and chuckled. 

“That wasn’t so hard, hero,” he insisted. “At the very least, you tried it.”

“And I am never trying it again,” I said with finality, voice shakey as I went to move to the fireplace, whole body trembling from the immense cold.

“Ah, but you didn’t let me tell you about the best and most important part,” he quipped, taking hold of my wrist to stop me. He whirled me around to face him. I gasped at the suddenness, and looked up at him with wide eyes as my body continued to shiver. 

That look in his eyes…

A small fire quickly lit in my abdomen and I inhaled sharply at the sheer intensity of his gaze. 

In my stubbornness and irritation at him, I tried twisting my arm out of his hand, but he held firm. He slowly started moving closer to me, effectively backing me up against the nearest wall. He released my wrist and placed his hands against the wood on either side of my head so that I could not escape, then leaned down, his lips next to my ear, his nose gently brushing the shell. 

“How to warm up afterwards,” he growled, quietly. A whimper escaped unbidden from my mouth as the vibration of his words travelled through me, causing another chill to run up my spine, but this time, not from the cold. The grin that spread across his lips as he witnessed my reaction to his closeness was bordering on feral as he inserted one leg between mine to spread them, pressing his hips to mine as he pinned me to the wall.

And the moment his body touched mine... 

Oh Gods , he was so warm. 

I let out a quiet moan as the heat of his skin enveloped me. I felt my obstinance towards him waning and I found myself rapidly falling into his warmth. Without thinking, I hooked my arms under his, pulling him closer to me.

His lips found mine easily, hungry and insistent. I slid my arms from his shoulders and gripped the sides of his face, deepening the kiss, his approval humming against my mouth. 

He reached behind me to unclasp the top of my smallclothes and I arched my back to give him easier access. As he tossed it to the side, his thigh moved between my legs, rubbing against me through the thin fabric of my pantalettes, eliciting another whimper from my lips and I ground against him in response. 

He broke away from me for a moment, my bottom lip sliding out from between his teeth, then gripped my middle and spun me around. He put a hand between my shoulderblades, pushing slightly so I was bent at the waist, pressed to the wall while his other hand took hold of my hips so my backside stayed flush against him. He pushed my hair over my shoulder and leaned over me, trailing featherlight kisses down the back of my neck and top of my spine.

One of his hands lightly traveled up my sides and stomach before it came to rest on my breast, kneading the flesh until the nipple hardened in his hand. His thumb brushed against its peak and I bit my lip to stifle the sound that came out of me. 

“Don’t you dare,” he admonished me as his other hand slipped into the bottoms of my smallclothes and between my legs. I released my lip with a breathy moan as his fingers came into contact with my folds. I pressed my backside into his hips in response, his growing arousal evident even through his shorts, earning me a low groan. “I want to hear every single sound you make, my dearest hero.”

He began moving the hand between my legs in a circular motion as the other gently twisted my nipple between his fingers, pulling quiet whimpers from me, my breaths coming out in short puffs against the wall. Before long, his hand traveled further down to my entrance and he clicked his tongue in my ear. 

“My, my,” he cooed, swirling his fingers in the wetness he found there. “Whatever shall we do with you, warrior?”

Instead of waiting for an answer, he extracted both of his hands from my body and began inching my smallclothes down my legs, then removed his. 

He reached forward, twining his fingers in my hair before his hand fisted in it, pulling not gently, but not unkindly, just enough so my neck craned back at his insistence. 

He gradually, slowly, slid inside of me, and my nails scratched against the wood as I clenched my hand, a small gasp escaping my mouth. 

After naught but two strokes, he pulled himself out again, slipping his arousal between my legs as his other hand lifted one of mine from the wall. He inserted his fingers into the curl of mine to force them to relax, then guided my hand between my legs, prompting them to part my folds as he rubbed my own wetness between them, his tip repetitively brushing against the small bundle of nerves at my apex as his other hand gripped my hip to hold me still. A jolt of pleasure ran through me, my knees nearly buckling under me as my abdomen jerked at the contact. 

I hissed as he teased me, a strangled whine making its way up my throat and I heard him chuckle at my reaction. 

As the heat grew between my legs and the need to feel him inside me with it, he released his hold on my hair, his fingers travelling lightly down my back, making bumps rise along my skin. 

When he felt he’d toyed with me long enough, the heat between my legs near unbearable, he easily slid himself into me again, as far into me as he could go, a cry escaping me at the quickness of his movement.

He hummed at the feel of me around him, his chest vibrating against my back, another exhilarating chill running through me as he held himself still, fully seated inside of me.

For a few long moments, the only sound in the room was the crackling of the wood in the fireplace.

He started slowly at first, gently rocking his hips against mine. I let out a breathy whimper at his calculated movements, the relief and pleasure I felt increasing with every drawn-out thrust. I pressed my forehead against the wall as he continued pulling those quiet noises that he seemed to enjoy so much from my lips.

He leaned over me further, one arm wrapping around my ribcage as his pace began to pick up. He hauled me up to meet him so my back was flush against his chest as he moved, his heart pounding against me as his breaths began to become labored. 

Bumps rose along my arms again as I felt his lips on the back of my neck, teeth nipping and teasing the skin in the crook. 

I reached one arm back, fingers threading into his hair as he trailed reverent kisses back up, nuzzling my ear with his nose. His arm loosened from around my middle, sliding his fingers up my front to find my breast once more.

At the same time, his other hand trailed down from my hip to the apex between my thighs, slipping in and through my folds to find the bundle of nerves inside. 

A jolt of sensation jerked through me as he brushed his fingers against it, causing a groan to rise up my throat and I shuddered, my free hand finding his as it kneaded my breast, fingernails digging into his skin.

“Hmm,” he hummed again. “Did you like that?” 

I nodded slightly, but he clicked his tongue at me.

“I want to hear you say it, hero,” he breathed in my ear. 

“Ye-” As I opened my mouth to respond as he wished, his finger made contact with my sensitive nerves again, cutting off my answer as another moan came out of my mouth, louder this time.

“Much better,” the Ascian purred against me. His pace picked up further as his hand began moving in circles through my warmth. 

My body began trembling under him as he drew me closer to my end, but when my breaths were coming out in heavy pants, threatening to push me over the edge, the cry forming in the back of my throat, he came to a pause.

“This won’t do at all,” he announced between his own pants.

“Dont-,” I whined before I could stop myself and he chuckled quietly as his hands moved to grip my waist once more. 

“Not to worry hero,” he assured me as he extracted himself from me and quickly spun me to face him once more. He leaned down to my level, a smug grin on his face. “I’d just prefer to watch you come undone.”

His hands went behind my thighs and he lifted me, pressing my back into the wall. In a swift movement, he fully seated himself inside of me again, causing me to inhale sharply. He guided my legs to wrap around his hips, then he took my hands in his and held them up, against the wood as his lips met mine. 

This time, he held nothing back as he roughly thrust into me over and over.

He broke away from my mouth, trailing fevered kisses up my jaw, then released my hands and wound one arm around my back, his other going to the wall to hold himself steady. My arms wrapped around his neck, one hand threading through his hair, his name spilling from my lips as I nearly sobbed from the sensation he was driving through me, quickly pushing me right back to the threshold, a layer sweat breaking out on my skin.

I felt his body tense, the intensity of my pleasure affecting him as well.

“That’s right, warrior. Let it out,” he breathed between pants, his lips dragging down the length of my throat as I arched my back and neck, against the wall, moan after moan spilling from my lips with each thrust. His arm tightened around me, crushing me to him as he placed a lingering kiss over the hollow of my throat, relishing in the feel of my heart beating rapidly against his mouth. 

“Louder,” he ordered, words hot against my skin. I tightened my legs around him in response. My hand fisted in his hair, the fingers of my other hand digging into his skin as he slammed his hips into mine harder, deeper. 

My moans swiftly turned to cries as he drove into me, continuously hitting just the right spot, quickly bringing me to my end. 

“Come on, hero,” he coaxed, a moan of his own escaping his mouth immediately after. “Scream for me.”

His words broke something open inside of me and my climax broke through to the surface, quickly rushing through me. I threw my head back against the wall, a strangled cry clawed itself out of me. 

I felt him throb inside of me as I rode out the waves of my own pleasure, and with a groan he released himself. 

When he had finished, he continued holding me against him, still suspended on the wall, and pressed his lips to mine in a slow, reverent kiss, one hand coming to cradle the side of my face. 

When he had caught his breath, he released me, setting me back down onto the floor. The trembling in my body hadn’t subsided though, and my knees nearly gave out from under me. My hand shot out to the wall so I could steady myself.

With a chuckle, he quickly leaned down and swept me off the floor, then as if he was reading my mind, started heading for the bathing room. I relaxed into him with a content sigh as he snapped, hot water beginning to fill the bathtub. 

I caught a smug grin on his face as he set me down on the edge of the tub.

“Was it worth it?”

I lifted a finger to my lips in mock thought as I hummed. I heaved a dramatic sigh and shrugged my shoulders.

“Oh, I suppose so.”

He quirked a brow at me and he shook his head in exasperation.

“Happy Heavensturn, hero.” I smiled brightly as he leaned down to me once more. 

“Happy New Year, Ascian,” I responded, taking his face in my hands and closing the distance between us.

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