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mastercucco · 3 months

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Hateno Boy - Part 1 - Link x Reader

The Calamity is gone, but so is Link’s purpose. He feels completely lost in post-Calamity Hyrule where everyone but him seem to have found their new place.

It certainly doesn’t help his restless nights that you, a young Hylian whom Zelda has hired as the new teacher at Hateno School, are slowly taking up more and more of his headspace with each conversation you two have.

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / Tears of the Kingdom Pairing: Link x fem!Reader Raiting: Mature (might go up, might go down, let's see) Contains: feel-good, slow burn romance; platonic Link/Zelda; Link being an angsty retired hero Chapter Index | Read on Ao3 A/N: Very excited to write something possibly disgustingly cute. The story takes place after the events in BotW but before the beginning of TotK. All characters are adults! I hope you enjoy the story! xx

Chapter 1 - Purpose

Contains: Link being an angsty retired hero; Zelda being embarrassed by Link's inability to talk to girls (or other human beings in general) Word count: ~1,3k A/N: Please look past any weird sentences, English isn't my first language :p

A breath of warm air blows from the sea, gentle on skin and smelling of sea salt. The wind hurries over the hills of Necluda, tall grass bowing before it like waves on an emerald green ocean. Once it reaches Link sitting on top of the hills, it gently tugs on his hair and pushes his hood down.

He has been sitting there for quite some time now – so long that the tips of his ears are starting to redden from the wind, as gentle as it is. The sun that was high up when he arrived at the hills, is now hanging low over the horizon. It is soon time for him to go; Zelda asked him in the morning to stop by the school before sundown.

He is alone, as he is on most days nowadays. There isn’t much for him to do: Zelda is busy rebuilding Hateno, the recently finished village school her new pride and joy. And when she isn’t mingling with the villagers, she’s kept busy with her research at the Tech Lab. She doesn’t require an escort anymore, not after Purah hired a young researcher to assist them decipher ancient Zonai texts anyway. The man rarely leaves Zelda’s side when the two of them are together – which is often. Very often.

Link was jealous at first. After all, he is the Princess’ appointed knight, and he is the one who wields the Master Sword, and he is the one who saved Zelda’s life – not some overly excited, self-proclaimed explorer with a stupidly tall frame and an apparent distaste for wearing upper garments that hide his muscles.

Eventually, his jealousy morphed into loneliness – something he did a terrible job of hiding from Zelda. She asked him if he wanted to return to Hyrule Castle to help the Royal Guard in training new soldiers. Link said no, that he likes it here in Hateno.

“I wouldn’t mind if you go,” Zelda said, gently placing her hand on top of his, “I can see how lost you are here.”

Somehow, Zelda seeing straight through his lies and offering him kindness hurt more than her asking Link to leave in the first place. After that, Link couldn’t help but feel even more uncertain and disconnected. Everyone had seemingly moved on, everyone but him. While he still remains close with Zelda, honoring his duty, accompanying her whenever she travels outside of Hateno, even living with her, he knows deep down that she doesn’t need him anymore. The Calamity is gone, and so is his purpose.

The sun hangs low when Link arrives at Hateno School. The sky is flaring in shades of red, reminding Link of a cozy fire under a cooking pot – somewhere he would much prefer to be. The school’s front doors are open, but the playground is silent and the windows are dark, all except one. It has been a while since Link last visited the school. The children adore him, which is exactly why he prefers to stay away. Their looks of admiration and curious questions make him uneasy. Ever since moving to Hateno, all he has wanted is to lay low, going as far as to hide his head-turning Champion’s tunic in the bottom of his drawer. He wanted to throw the tunic away, but Zelda wouldn’t let him.

He can already hear Zelda’s excited chattering when he reaches the open doors and quietly steps inside. Zelda is having an eager conversation with a young Hylian woman – you – whom Link doesn’t remember seeing before. He does remember Zelda telling him about a new teacher she hired a few months back, and he figures it must be you.

You notice Link arriving before Zelda does and give him a polite smile in greeting. Only when he lightly taps on Zelda’s shoulder does she stop talking and turn around.

“Oh, Link,” she smiles. “You have impeccable timing. We were just talking about you!”

Link furrows his brow. Great, just great, he thinks, already feeling the tips of his ears growing warmer.

“Only good things,” you assure with an awkward laugh. “The Princess told me you made the apple pie she brought the other day.”

Link hopes that the dim light of the oil lamps is enough to hide his red ears. He clears his throat, though not even intending to say anything.

“I don’t think you two have met before, have you?” Zelda says, giving Link an encouraging nudge.

Even after all the years spent in royal banquets practicing formal pleasantries with Hyrule’s nobility, Link still feels awkward having to introduce himself. Nonetheless, he extends his hand for a greeting. When you offer him yours, he brings it to his lips and gives your knuckles a polite kiss. Your skin feels soft and pleasant, he thinks, now horribly self-aware of just how sweaty his own palm is.

When he looks back at you, even he can pick up the awkward tension in your smile and words as you introduce yourself. He feels his whole face heat up, not really understanding what he did wrong but knowing he must have, because even Zelda has the same tension in her smile as you do.

“He is very accustomed to his formal greetings from his days at the Castle,” Zelda says with a forced smile and gives Link a look. Only then does he realize that a hand kiss, though adequate in greeting a noble woman, is not something you, a village school teacher, was expecting from a Royal Knight. He would apologize, but his mouth is dry and no words come out.

“And, well, you probably already know of Link,” Zelda breaks the uncomfortable silence after it becomes clear Link isn’t going to introduce himself.

“The Hero of Hyrule,” you say, knowingly. “We have actually met before.”

We have? Link thinks, the heat of embarrassment getting unbearable. All he wants to do is run home and hide under his bed covers for the rest of eternity. This is why he rarely leaves their home or willingly socializes with the villagers. He would cringe if he wasn’t too embarrassed to move his face muscles.

“You have?” asks Zelda out loud, her disapproving eyes boring into Link’s.

“It was years ago,” you are quick to add. “He took refuge in our family home once. I wouldn’t blame him for not remembering.”

Zelda doesn’t appear quite as understanding when she shoots another scolding look at Link, the pink in her own cheeks deepening as well. “Please,” she says as she turns back to you, “accept my apology. Link can be awfully forgetful sometimes.” She gives him a final glare that, at last, makes him drop his head. He’s not sure if dying of embarrassment is a real occurrence, but if it is, then he must be very close to leaving Hyrule for good.

“It’s quite alright, Your Highness,” you say with a slightly uneasy laugh that fails to fully mask your discomfort. “I don’t mind it, really. Like I said, it was years ago.”

There is an uncomfortable silence between the three of you. Then Zelda claps her hands, and the tension breaks like a taut rubber band. Link sighs, relieved.

“Well,” Zelda says, “now that we are done with introductions, perhaps we can show Link the curriculum we’ve been working on? I’m sure he can give us his opinion on the section about monster parts and their usage in elixirs.”

When you turn to look for something from your writing table’s drawers, Link grabs Zelda’s sleeve and gives her a pleading look. Zelda narrows her eyes and shakes her head.

“Do not even think of fleeing” she hisses in his ear before she hurries over to you to help you with a pile of scrolls close to toppling over. Link lets out a silent grunt and looks longingly at the open doors. The sun has gone down, the sky now the same shade as embers cooling down under a cooking pot – somewhere he would much prefer to be.

Chapter 2 - Heromania »

#breath of the wild #botw #link x reader #link x (y/n)#link x you #reader insert #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk #age of calamity #botw link x reader #totk link x reader #my writing #hateno boy #if you saw me post this yesterday #no you didnt #fics

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rustyboltzz · 1 year

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So, I've scrapped what you're about to read since I've changed the story, and now it doesn't really make sense, but I decided to post this small snippet for fun, also because it was a writing prompt and I feel like even if it isn't canon to the actual story I'm working on, people will still enjoy it.

Anyway, thank you, @glassautomaton , for the prompt! I am working on a more set in stone story with this prompt (where Iris is more distant from A-9 like suggested), but hopefully, you can enjoy this small setup for now! :]

Enjoy! [581 Words]

Iris Thompson, age 25, sat on the bleachers and silently oversaw Alpha-9's morning laps, her face difficult to read as always. She observantly watched as each soldier went by. Their expressions ranged from composed to absolutely winded, but that was expected from newer recruits. She'd give them at least a week to shape up, though Iris wasn't completely sure if that was too much time or too little.

Iris bitterly thought about how she was given just half as much time to adjust when she was a cadet. She was being more than kind.

As much as she tried (Iris wasn't really sure if she cared for trying in these types of situations anymore..) she couldn't really distinguish each of the soldiers running past. It was almost like an annoying clock in her brain, tall, short, tall, short, kinda tall, tall, short, very tall.

Ah, that's who she was looking for.

She got up stupidly quick, alerting some of the Task Force as she did, none of them slowed down in their laps though, good, they'd thoroughly learned not to do that anymore, and to the ones that hadn't been here too long she supposed it was more or less monkey see monkey do. Iris felt her voice in her throat, and then it was echoing across the semi large gym.

"Enough laps! Break into partners of two and spar on the mats that are laid out! Jacqueline, you're with me!"

Iris, silent on her feet, walked to her mat in bold strides. Once she felt the cold, firm material underneath her soles, she stole a glance around the gym.

Various soldiers flocked to their mats with their partner in tow. Some had already put their protective gear on and some were hastily changing into it. Heck, some were even already at it, falling into the mind numbing practice of trying to knock the other down in two or three moves or less. Iris's gaze traveled to another mat and she stared with hidden intrigue.

One figure, slightly taller than the other, anxiously changed into his protective gear as the other expectantly waited for him to join her on the mat. Rainer and Leora, Iris reminded herself. Their anomalies were truly a spectacle and Iris had hastily added them to Alpha-9 four months or so ago, Leora before the other. They seemed to exchange words before Rainer made eye contact with Iris and blanched ever so slightly, though Iris knew he was trying to hide it. She watched as he quickly turned back to Leora, but Iris could still mentally feel his eyes on her, she also felt Jacqueline's eyes on her back. Iris turned around, slightly entertained.

"Hello, Sir.." Jacqueline didn't seem too intrigued to be back on this mat with her, but she hardly cared. Jacqueline was a fine opponent, strong and probably able to throw her clean across the room, a perfect soldier, in theory.. except she was a nurse? She'd told Iris she could do both, and it wasn't that Iris didn't believe her, it was more or less Jacqueline didn't want to do both, even if she acted like it.

Jacqueline stepped onto the mat and immediately put her hands up defensively as Iris threw a kick her way, of which pushed her back a small bit, which was a spectacle in itself.

And that was that, they fell into their usual shtick. Punch, block, kick, block. Iris did not say a word the entire time.

#scp 105 #iris thompson #scp 1985 #scp 4818 #scp 4051 #scp #scp foundation #Iris but Worse #still dont have am actual name for this au but I think the place holdrr im using is kinfa iconic LOL #also im sorry if the formating is weird #this is my first time posting writinh on tumblr #also if there are spelling mistakes its because it was barely beta'd and I more or less read it a couple times and fixed up what I noticed #anyway enjoy #rust writez #devils advocate scp #tagging it with this because its based in this specific canon #the inclusion of Jackie and Anne will be included eventually and how Iris lost her eye ect

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behindthescenesobg · 7 months

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vincent post

vincent time okay so he's the director of the Aptorian Defence Fleet so he runs the place and tells people what to do and all that he's such a dude he lived and served through the Lily Arm Collapse (as a standard soldier, then officer, then naval captain because of a transfer), the big thing that happened because a planet sized god got bored of living as a planet and decided to assimilate everything it could reach it got stopped by a ship called the ADFS Condor, a giant cruiser that dealt the final blow that ship is now on display on Aptoris in the Galactic History Museum it was being captained by Vincent at the time and he ran the whole operation as a rogue from the rest of the ships warped it all the way to the host planet and drove the ship into the crust, then fired the massive guns in the nose (which he had ordered his engineers to draw all power to) [edit: these guns are HUGE. someone standing at 6ft tall would look like an ant next to one of these. they're called "Titan Slayers" in universe. TITAN SLAYERS. THEY'RE BUILT TO DESTROY GODS WHICH ARE ORDERS OF MAGNITUDE MORE POWERFUL THAN THIS FLESH BLOB. THEY CARVE THROUGH MOUNTAINS EVEN WHEN NOT FUELED BY 99.99% OF THE POWER OF 6 COLOSSAL REACTORS. anyway] which destroyed the core of the god thing, so it went bye bye he got reprimanded for damaging the ship obviously but he was promoted to a stupidly high ranking officer, who then took over when the current director passed away so he became the director of the entire ADF enough of that he is so. he's got a little romance thing going on with one of his top two officers he's the most emotionless guy you'll ever meet he does not show any emotions unless they're VERY strong only 3 people in his current squadron have seen true emotions out of him, and they are amanda (his "girlfriend"), kurt (his personal student and now friend from the academy), and holly (who he sees as a daughter) he's my second favourite to write so far, but he might be overtaken by xander when i bring him in he's got such a big backstory that i havent gone into properly yet and probably wont for the sake of showing it when the show comes out (hopefully) but he's such a rich character in my opinion he's also the only character to carry over to the rewrite so he holds a special place in my heart i love vincent vincentpost over might do john or boris next maybe both peace <3

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cheesy09 · 3 years

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[CN West Moon] Kiro: The Same Ballad

✨ Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for an event story “同谣” that hasn’t been released in the EN server yet. Read at your own discretion! ✨

[Note: This translation was done using the help of Google Translate :>]

───※ ·❆· ※───[Ch.1]───※ ·❆· ※───

The setting sun gradually faded to the west, and the evening quietly landed amidst the melodious flutes.

The tall and lush banyan trees look like overlapping clouds from a distance. Among them sits a young man with silver hair. His legs are crossed as he leans against the trunk, and his hair rises in the wind.

The warm wind comfortably sweeps across the lush wheat fields, wafting layers of waves, and in an instant, fragrance bursts.

The young man played the finger flute and looked deeply into the distance, as if to find something in the wave of wheat.

The broken melody finally strung together. But soon there was a gap in the memory, and the melody became intermittent.

Who was playing the same notes in the gap of time in his youth? He frowned, but couldn’t remember anything.

The melody stopped abruptly at this moment.

He didn’t know when the past melody was greyed out, together with his lost past.

───※ ·❆· ※─── ───※ ·❆· ※───

In the 105th year of the Western Moon, on Jiuhuatian Street, I met that blond teenager.

When I met him, he was surrounded by a few older children. He was thin and small, and looked as big as me. His face was covered with mud spots and dust, but he could hardly conceal the exquisite features of his appearance.

There is such a beautiful boy in this world-- that was my first impression of him.

Although it wasn’t uncommon for people from outside to appear, it was the first time I’d seen a boy who was as beautiful as a doll.

Vagrant: Hey, Blondie, what did I say to you! Where are the remaining copper plates?

The older child pinched his arm with one hand, and grabbed his hair fiercely with the other. The boy frowned with pain, but did not say a word.

His reaction clearly angered the older children. One of them raised his fist and was about to swing at him. He held his head high without evasiveness, his face full of stubbornness.

MC: Let him go!

As soon as my voice fell, several pairs of eyes looked towards me. The boy looked into my eyes, and the blue jewel-like eyes made me stunned.

Vagrant: Tch! What is happening here is none of your concern. Hurry up and leave!

I wanted to refute, but I saw a copper box on the ground, and a plate of small gongs.

It turned out that these people were doing art in the street... I got an idea.

MC: I don’t want to disturb you either, just....

MC: I just saw a team of officers and soldiers patrolling. And they’re on this street...

MC: Anyway, I’ve said too much. I’m leaving now.

Sure enough, as I expected, the faces of the several older children changed.

Vagrant: You... Do you really mean it?

I nodded. Seeing me like this, he immediately winked at the others, picked up the gong on the ground, and the few of them ran away like the wind.

Seeing that the strategy succeeded, I couldn’t help laughing out loud.

MC: Hello, are you okay?

The blond boy looked at me blankly. I stretched out my hand and shook it in front of his eyes. Only then did he react, first nodding, and then shaking his head.

MC: What is it?

At this moment, a series of muffled sounds of “gū gū” sounded, and I subconsciously touched my stomach, only to find that the noise did not come from me.

Looking up, I saw the boy doing the same movements as me. After sensing my gaze, his cheeks grew slightly red and he lowered his head to the ground in embarrassment.

MC: So you’re hungry...

After thinking for a while, I took out something wrapped in coarse paper from my arms and opened it carefully. There was a candied fruit inside. I smiled and handed it to him.

MC: Here, this is for you. This was given to me by the boss of Miguofang.

He looked at me in a daze.

MC: Eat it soon. Next time, don’t steal other people’s copper plates.

Boy: I didn’t steal it! That was from my tricks!

He spoke suddenly, his tone a little defensive. I smiled disapprovingly.

MC: Do you play tricks? It’s okay, you don’t have to lie to me. I’ve done this kind of thing before when I was also very hungry but--

MC: Your hands are not for stealing.

I said solemnly, and motioned to him to take the candied fruit, but he still shook his head.

MC: You! Hmph, forget it.

I retracted my hand angrily, twisted the candied fruit and threw it into my mouth.

MC: This is the delicacy I treasure! I never share it with anyone!

I muttered dissatisfiedly, turned my head and left.

I thought that it was just a small episode in my wandering life. I never thought that our lives would change because of it.

I didn’t know that since then, in places where I couldn’t see, that boy’s eyes have been following me.

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There is such a lovely girl in this world-- this was Kiro’s first impression of the girl.

When the girl turned her head angrily and left, he still stood stupidly in the same place, not knowing how to react for a while.

How can a girl’s face become red so fast?

He didn’t pick up the candied fruit because he really hadn’t stolen the copper plates. However, even though he was misunderstood, he was not upset.

When the girl smiled and handed the candied fruit to him, it was the first smile he had received since his parents were killed.

Suddenly, his little heart was filled with something, abundant and full, and became warm and soft, and full of strength.

This was the first time he had the feeling of wanting to be with someone.

Kiro looked at the girl’s fading back, thought for a moment, raised his foot and followed her.

At this moment, he decided to accompany the girl in the days to come, illuminating the road ahead for her.

On this day, Kiro followed the girl as usual.

The girl wandered in the street for a long time, and when she saw someone conjuring something, she surrounded them curiously.

While following the girl, Kiro found that she was homeless and on the street, just like himself.

During the day, she would scurry around in the street and join in the fun everywhere. When she was was hungry, she would take a stroll on Three Dreams Square. The kind proprietress would give her the leftover food from the guests.

At night, the girl slept in a deserted thatched cottage. Sometimes the wind was violent and the dilapidated wooden door would shake. So he would quietly close the door and stay outside all night.

Because he was afraid that he would disturb the girl, he never dared to talk to her, but stayed with her silently in the dark.

MC: You are clearly lying!

The girl’s voice interrupted Kiro’s memory. He looked from a distance. She seemed to be having a dispute with the conjurer.

He followed up and took a look, and found that it was the people who robbed him of the copper plates the day that he conjured the trick. There was a row of open bowls at their feet.

Vagrant: You again? I lie, you say? If you have the ability, you can change one!

The people around started to roar. The girl looked a bit flustered and looked around at a loss.

With his hands hanging on his sides clenched into fists, Kiro gritted his teeth and squeezed into the crowd, his small body desperately moving forward.

Kiro: I’m here!

People looked around for a long time before turning their attention to the thin and small him.

Noting the girl’s gaze, Kiro patted his shirt, raised his chest slightly, and walked towards the center of the crowd with his head held high.

Vagrant: Blondie? What are you doing? You want to get beaten again?

He ignored the boy’s malicious provocation, but picked up a bowl, looked at the crowd of onlookers, and raised a smile.

Kiro: Look here!

The eyes of the crowd couldn’t help but focus on Kiro. He seemed to have a special attraction.

The empty bowl swayed back and forth in his hand, and then there was a stream of clear water, which caused people to exclaim.

Kiro: The best part is yet to come!

His smile got brighter and brighter. He tapped the bowl with his fingers and sprinkled the water around. The people who were caught up in it were about to open their mouth and scold him, but they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

A goldfish swam in the bowl held by Kiro.

As soon as he turned around, the fish jumped into the bowl in front according to his movements, and the water splashed for a while.

The goldfish appeared in different bowls following his movements and people opened their eyes wide and looked, trying to find the fish.

Kiro’s posture was light and agile, and his movements flowed smoothly. People’s eyes widened in surprise, but his eyes kept falling on the girl.

Seeing the girl’s amazed expression, he turned faster. His mouth was raised high, with a certain air.

The copper plates were thrown into the small gong on the ground like rain, filling it in the blink of an eye. Applause and cheers came and went one after another, and his wonderful performance was full of colors.

Those older children had long since disappeared. After the crowd dispersed, Kiro hurried to find the girl, still holding the small bowl with goldfish in his hand.

He stared at the girl’s face intently, but saw that she kept her head down and refused to look at him. He frowned nervously.

Kiro: What happened?

MC: I-I didn’t expect you to really conjure up tricks. Sorry, I misunderstood you before.

The weight on his heart was suddenly lifted. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled again, and stretched the bowl in his hand to the girl.

Kiro: For you.

In the open bowl, the goldfish swam slowly.

MC: So beautiful...

MC: Unexpectedly, you are so good at this! That was the best trick I had ever seen!

Hearing the girl’s unabashed appreciation, he scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.

Kiro: It’s nothing... If you want to learn, I can teach you!

MC: Really?!

The girl grabbed Kiro’s arm with excitement, but she touched the bruise on his arm that hadn’t disappeared. The pain caused him to take in a cold breath.

MC: S-sorry.

Kiro: It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt at all. Really.

Kiro shook his head and said with a smile.

The girl noticed the bruise on his arm and looked him up and down again.

MC: Are you alone? What about your family?

The smile on his face instantly faded, leaving only a haze in his eyes.

Kiro: They were all killed.

Perhaps that was the case. But such an expression shouldn’t have appeared on a child his age. The girl was a little stunned and stood in place.

After a long while, Kiro felt a piece of warmth sticking to his hand-- It was the temperature of the girl’s palm.

MC: I’m the same as you. Except that I was abandoned.

MC: You are not from here, and you will have a lot of trouble in the future.

MC: I grew up here, and I know everything very well. And I also know how to avoid those older kids.

The girl’s face showed a maturity and firmness that did not match her age.

MC: Why don’t we stay together! Two people are always better than one.

There was a warmth in his heart, and Kiro nodded his head with almost no hesitation at the girl’s expectant gaze.

Kiro: Okay!

The girl jumped up happily. In the sun, her smile bloomed like a flower, which made Kiro sway.

Although he didn’t eat the candied fruit, he thought that the girl’s smile at this moment must be sweeter than the candied fruit.

MC: By the way, I don’t know your name yet. My name is MC. What about you?

He raised his lips and smiled brightly.

Kiro: Kiro. My name is Kiro.

───※ ·❆· ※───[Ch.3]───※ ·❆· ※───

After some discussions, Kiro and I went to the most sophisticated Chinese restaurant in the city.

After saving money to buy candied fruits, there was only enough left to buy a bowl of beef noodles.

The steaming bowl of beef noodles was served on the table. The soup was clear, and the pale yellow noodles floated with verdant green leaves and thinly sliced beef slices, and the aroma filled the air.

The both of us opened our eyes and swallowed involuntarily.

I couldn’t wait and reached for it. But the dish was so hot that as soon as I touched the edge of the bowl, I screamed and my hand was quickly withdrawn.

Kiro: Let me see!

Kiro took my hand anxiously and saw that my fingertips were slightly reddened. So he placed it on his lips and blew lightly.

Kiro: [blowing] It doesn’t hurt anymore, it doesn’t hurt anymore...

Looking at him, the fingers that were hot just now didn’t seem to hurt that much anymore.

We waited for a while. We didn’t start to feast until we found that the noodles had cooled down a bit.

The quantity of beef slices was not much. I had eaten some, but Kiro still hadn’t touched anything.

MC: Don’t you like beef?

Kiro: I... I’m tired of eating!

MC: How can you get tired of such delicious beef?!

Kiro: Hmm... we had beef for every meal. I used to eat too much, so you should eat it!

MC: Oh...

I nodded dumbfounded, and looked at Kiro’s cheek and saw that he was wearing a strange earing on his left ear. I couldn’t help but reach out and touch it.

MC: What is this... you actually have a hole in your ear! Does it hurt?

Kiro’s palm covered my hand, and the light in his eyes flickered slightly.

Kiro: It doesn’t hurt anymore.

Wearing weird earrings and not eating beef... I became more and more curious about this boy from a foreign country.

MC: Where you used to live... what does it look like?

Kiro was taken aback for a moment, then curled up his mouth.

Kiro: It’s a beautiful place.

Kiro: There are woods full of flowers, huts with blue bricks and red tiles, and the sea beyond the horizon like the sky... my family lives by the sea.

MC: I really want to see it...

Kiro: When I grow up, I will definitely take you there!

MC: Okay!

MC: But... there’s still a long time till you grow up. What if you change your appearance by that time, and I don’t recognize you?

Thinking about the unpredictable future, I couldn’t help worrying even though I was excited just now. Kiro also tilted his head and fell into thought, his expression a little frustrated.

I’d already faced us parting once. I couldn’t help but start worrying about the next separation.

Inadvertently, I glanced at the gold metal ring he wore around his neck.

MC: What is this?

Kiro: This? It’s my ring.

Kiro: Because my hands are not big enough, I can only hang it on my neck for the time being.

He took the ring from his neck and handed it to me.

Kiro: I have been wearing it since I was a child, and I have never let go of it.

MC: What a beautiful ring...

I fiddled with it curiously, and suddenly I touched a raised area. I flicked it lightly with my finger, and something popped out.

I subconsciously placed it on my lips, and breathed out gently, and a clear flute sound suddenly sounded.

MC: Look, you can make a sound in this way!

I said to Kiro excitedly, his face overflowing with a hint of surprise.

Kiro: It turns out it can be used to play...

MC: I know! When you blow this, I will recognize you!

I happily shook the finger flute in my hand at him.

Kiro’s eyes were shining, and he smiled and said to me.

Kiro: Even if you can’t recognize me, I will recognize you at a glance!

In the bustling restaurant, some people were looking for fun, some were complaining to each other, and some were frustrated and hesitant. But all of this had nothing to do with us.

We shared a bowl of beef noodles and made a vow about the future. We had great happiness and joy.

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MC: Kiro, the officers and soldiers are here, run!

As soon as my voice fell, Kiro picked up the gong on the ground and we ran away wildly together.

When we finally reached Miguofang, we were exhausted and out of breath.

Kiro: Ha... ha... Why don’t we do business in Three Dreams Square? If so, we don’t have to worry about being captured by the officers and soldiers.

MC: But-but, that’s an area where civilians and the poor live... Earnings are much less there than on the street...

I answered breathlessly.

MC: Boss! Buy a pack of preserves!

Kiro: Boss! Buy a pack of preserves!

Kiro and I shouted in unison. Seeing the boss shiver by our loud voice, we laughed happily.

In the years of wandering together, we were like free and casual clouds. Instead of being alone, when two people are together, everything experienced becomes a landscape.

But the tricks did not make money all the time, nor did the proprietress help us fill our stomachs every time.

When we were too hungry, we would go to Three Dreams Square to do some drudgery that no one wanted to do in exchange for some food.

A few months later, we finally managed to get enough money to buy a bag of preserves.

Boss: Here, little girl, take it!

MC: Wow, thank you boss!

Just as I took the candied fruit and was cheering up, I suddenly heard a scream of horses neighing, and someone riding a big horse with a tall head came forward, and the dust in the sky was raised in an instant.

Kiro: MC!

Kiro quickly dragged me behind him, but the candied fruit in my hand rolled to the ground. There was the sound of horse hooves stepping on them, leaving all traces of it trampled on the ground.

MC: Ah! Why is this...

The months of hard work were all ruined. Grievance and anger suddenly flooded my heart, and my eyes were covered with moisture.

Kiro: Don’t cry! I’ll buy you another bag next time!

Kiro comforted me at a loss.

MC: Where will you get the money... we can’t even eat food now...

I chuckled, wiping my tears with my hands.

In the vagueness, I seem to see a rare expression on Kiro’s face. There was a little sadness, and a little self-blame.

Kiro: I will buy it for you. I always do what I say!

I sniffed and sobbed. Before I could answer him, I seemed to hear his murmur again--

Kiro: I will definitely stand higher. Trust me.

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When I woke up the next day, I found more bags of candied fruit beside me, and some copper plates scattered on the ground.

MC: Where did these all come from? You didn’t steal them, did you?!

Kiro: No! I just went to get back what belonged to me.

Kiro raised a big smile at me, but no matter how I asked him, he would not tell me how these were obtained.

All I know is that when he came back, his nose and face were swollen, and there were more bruises on his arms. He looked like he had been in a fight with someone.

The winter and spring in the West Moon Kingdom are very cold. Kiro and I only wore thin singles and squeezed into the small thatched house.

The howling of the wind sounded like a beast whimpering. Kiro tightly hugged me, who was shivering, and put my head on his chest.

Kiro: My mother said that when she was scared, listening to the sound of the heartbeat would make her feel better.

Seeing the wooden doors being opened and closed by the wind, I hugged Kiro even more vigorously.

Kiro: If you are still scared, I will play the flute for you! However, I only just started practicing, so it may not sound good...

MC: it’s okay. Play it!

The melodious flute sound rang in the small thatched house. Although there was some stumbling in between, it was sincere and beautiful.

The sound of the flute mixed with the powerful heartbeat made me feel relieved, and my eyes were also drooping.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, I looked at Kiro curiously.

MC: Is it this cold where you live?

Kiro: No. The place where I live is very warm in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Although the temperature of the sun was not high, people were not cold. Just like...

MC: Like?

Kiro: Like a hug.

MC: Well, is there no place in West Moon Country that has the beauty of your hometown?

He blinked and smiled mysteriously at me.

Kiro: There is.

Kiro: It’s my “secret base.” I will take you there next time!

I nodded happily. Kiro’s temperature gradually spread to me. He was like the warm sun in spring. Not blazing, but warming my little world.

The intermittent flute sounded slowly again. Groggy, I soon fell asleep.

The secret base Kiro talked about was a wide wheat field.

Next to the wheat field was a small river with sparkling waves. On the clear water, the shadow of a whirling tree swayed, and the blue sky and white clouds rippled.

The tall grass of wheat managed to hide us, and we often played hide-and-seek in the vast wheat fields.

MC: Why haven’t you found me...

I laid down in the soft embrace of the wheat field, looking up at the endless sky, boredly humming a little song, and muttering in my heart-- “Find me quickly.”

Suddenly, there was the sound of a flute in the distance, and I closed my mouth and hummed the melody.

The sound got closer and closer, and stopped suddenly when I could hear the sound of human footsteps and the rustling of clothes.

Kiro: I found you, MC!

Kiro parted the wheat stalks with both hands and poked his head out of it. His golden hair was more dazzling in the sun.

MC: You made me wait for so long. I thought you couldn’t find me anymore.

I deliberately said in a slightly complaining tone, but in fact I was relieved with joy.

Kiro: Sorry! You were a little far away, so I took some time...

Seeing him sweating profusely but still smiling, I couldn’t bear to tease him anymore.

MC: Actually...

Kiro: But no matter where you are, I can find you!

He interrupted me and gave me a sly smile. I was immediately hooked with curiosity by him.

MC: Really? Is there some secret?

Kiro: The secret is--

Kiro: The song you just hummed!

I curled my lips in disappointment.

MC: But I just sang it casually...

Kiro: Then... coupled with the sound of my flute, this will be our special code!

Kiro: In the future, no matter how far apart we are, as long as this melody is played, we will be able to find each other.

His confident smiling face made me want to believe him involuntarily. Under his influence, I also curled my mouth.

MC: Then no matter where I am, you must find me! It’s a promise.

Kiro: Of course! It’s a deal!

Immediately, he fell down on the soft fields. Together we looked at the blue sky, traced the trails of the wild geese, and listened to the horns of the ships passing by.

Clusters of wheat ears rippled with the wind, and the swaying wheat stalk continued to form a sea. Kiro and I laid among the golden waves.

He said that listening to the sound of the wheat swaying in the wind like a sea tide, was like returning to his hometown.

I took off a wheat ear and nestled it against his face, softly tickling him.

MC: And now, this is our home.

There was a tall banyan tree in front of the wheat field. We often sat on it side by side, and occasionally there would be bird feathers on our clothes.

Kiro: MC, did you know? Here, you can see the most beautiful sunshine in West Moon Kingdom.

He took off his finger-flute and placed it against his lips, pressing the sound hole with both hands, blowing slowly from his mouth.

Under the banyan tree, Kiro played the flute, and I hummed softly--

That section only belonged to each other’s melody.

The melodious melody wafted on the banyan tree until the sunset and dusk set in.

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We released the goldfish that we got from performing tricks in the creek beside the banyan tree.

The fish swayed, swimming freely, and splashing up water.

MC: It looks so happy!

Kiro: If it’s good, then in the future, every year on this day, we will come here to release a fish!

Kiro looked at the swimming goldfish with a look of envy in his eyes.

MC: Okay! But what day is today?

Kiro though for a while, smiled and looked at me.

Kiro: It’s the ninth day of April.

Behind Kiro, the sunlight-reflecting leaves fell silently, whirled a few times in the air, and finally landed lightly on the soil.

Kiro and I buried a “treasure box” under the banyan tree, and agreed to dig it out at an important moment in the future.

MC: We are not allowed to peak in advance!

With the last swipe of the loess, the treasure box was covered, and Kiro and I looked at each other and laughed.

The warm wind blew, and the waves of wheat rolled. Under the green banyan tree, small hands, connected to small people, seemed to be able to reach eternity in an instant.

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With the help of his sleeve, Kiro wiped the sweat sliding down his cheeks, reflecting the dazzling light.

In a few days, it would be that very important day for them. In order to surprise the girl, Kiro set up a swing under the banyan tree.

Kiro: I don’t know if she will like it...

He looked at the swing swinging slightly in the wind, his face full of satisfaction and expectation.

In the distance, over the wheat field, a black goshawk swiftly passed by, and the wheat ears trembled in the wind.

Kiro: Faster!

Kiro happily took the girl to walk deep into the alley, eagerly rushing to the secret base.

MC: Why are you so excited?

The girl pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction, but with a smile in her eyes. She looked at the small fish tank in her hand. The goldfish inside was wagging its tail happily.

MC: Little fish, you can be free today!

Kiro: Mm! We...

Before he finished speaking, a dark shadow appeared in front of them.

A silver-white cold light flashed in front of him. He noticed it before the girl, and was about to block it.

Kiro: Be careful!

But he was a step too late in the end, and the dagger slashed through the air in a strange arc, and the blood-red wound crept up onto the girl’s shoulder.

The fish tank in the girl’s hand slipped and shattered on the ground. The water splashed in all directions, and the fish bounced on the ground in vain.

The screams resounded through the alley, and they stunned the nearby crows.

Kiro tried his best to push the girl away, and crimson blood splashed onto his face.

He lost his weight and fell to the ground. The pieces of the fish tank tore at his skin and pierced into his shoulder.

Kiro: [wincing] MC...

His left eye seemed to be pierced by something severely, and his pupils burned into gold. There was a force in his body that was gushing out, which seemed to be accompanied by double the pain.

Intense emotions swept through him.

His vision gradually blurred, until the moment he lost consciousness, his heart still clinging to a single belief.

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In the air-tight dark room, the silver-haired boy slowly opened his eyes.

His blue pupil gleamed in the dark. He didn’t know where he was or how long he had been asleep.

The figure hiding in the dark slowly appeared, and a low voice sounded in the silence.

??: Follow me.

The heavy murderous aura mixed with the pungent smell of blood, cold and pressing. He walked through the dark corridor with the man in black, and from time to time, the sound of fighting came from the sealed windows on both sides.

They stopped in front of the closed black iron door, which was mottled with dark red blood. The man in black looked down at him, a hint of interest in his eyes.

??: let me see your strength.

The door opened, and rust-like scent of blood rushed toward his face.

He walked in, and a dozen pairs of indifferent eyes stared at him. They were covered in blood, like beasts waiting for opportunities. The iron door slowly closed at this moment.

It was hell on earth.

After lighting a stick of incense, he walked out the door.

The hand holding the dagger had become numb, and his left eye was shining with a golden light.

??: Welcome, to the Shadow Pavilion.

Said the man in black. He raised his eyebrows, and a flash of disgust flashed in his icy eyes.

He had fought so hard, not because he yearned for life or because he was afraid of death. But in his vague memory, he vaguely remembered that he had lost someone, and he wanted to find them.

But after that, he couldn’t even remember that.

He couldn’t even remember his own name, but he didn’t need to remember. Here, he only had the code name- Hei Ling.

The day he walked out of the dark room, he took back his package.

In the package, there was only a single dusty ring.

A strange emotion flashed in his heart, but it was soon suppressed.

The main task of an assassin was to assassinate the hidden master. For him, with the power of Yama’s pupil, there was almost no difficulty.

Trivia: A hidden master is a hidden person whose mission is to annihilate demons . In the early years, in order to fight against the increasingly powerful Demon Realm, the three imperial hermit master families of the West Moon Kingdom established the imperial hermit master association. Today, the Royal Hermit Association is one of the most important power institutions in the West Moon Kingdom. A hidden person needs to pass the certification of the association to get the tool of annihilation and become a hidden master .

As a result, he became the the top assassin in the pavilion. The assassination missions he received rarely failed. Except that one time.

He made a light leap and landed on the treetops. When he was about to break through the window, he felt a sense of weightlessness. It felt as if he was stepping on air, and he almost fell down.

He immediately terminated the mission, returned to the inn, and fell into a coma for an instant.

After regaining consciousness, his heart seemed to be empty.

Later, he heard that the witches of this country also fell from the high platform on the same day.

MC is a witch, as well as the “Miko” in this world. So apparently she has an affect on Kiro in this world as well.

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He was used to walking on the street with blonde hair, and seemed to be more at ease in this way. His eyes swept across every corner of the street, and an indescribable sense of familiarity lingered in his heart.

Next to the bun shop, a dirty boy in single clothes and thin trousers was looking around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, the child quietly stretched out his hand to the bun on the chopping board--

Mystery boy: Stop.

He grabbed the boy’s wrist. The strength from the hand made the child grin in pain.

Boy: You, what are you doing?

Mystery boy: If you want to survive, there are some errands in Three Dreams Square. As long as you are not afraid of hardship, you can do it.

Mystery boy: After passing the front alley, there is a thatched cottage on the east side where you can sleep at night.

A cold aura emanated from all over his body. The boy who was aggressive just now couldn’t help but tremble.

Boy: You... Who are you?

Ignoring the boy’s words, he was about to turn his head and leave. Suddenly a few words flashed across his mind, and he blurted out--

Mystery boy: Your hands are not for stealing.

There was a momentary trance in his head. This sentence seems to have been said by someone before.

Suddenly, a strange feeling came out of his body, and his pupils suddenly widened.

Just in the middle of the boy’s dazzling spirit, he hid himself in the alley ahead, supporting himself on the wall with one hand, breathing heavily.

This was the same feeling as when the assassination failed three years ago.

There was a burning pain in his left eye, and he covered it in pain.

The blue faded, and the dazzling gold gradually emerged.

On the other side, in the room of a wine shop, the girl called the “Miko” slowly opened her closed eyes after being asleep for three years.

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In a bustling restaurant, he sat in a private room. His lazy eyes fell out the window, but was soon attracted by a young girl.

The girl wandered in the street with a novel look, and the smile on her face was too dazzling for him, who was used to the darkness.

Dian Xiao Er: Guest officer, what would you like to order? We have...

Mystery boy: Beef noodles.

Even before Dian Xiao Er could finish speaking, he interrupted him without even turning his head.

Xiao Er curled his mouth a little uncomfortably. This person was sitting in the private room of Jiazi, but he only ordered a bowl of beef noodles? However, afraid of his aura, he responded and left.

He stared at the girl and a special emotion filled his heart.

Royal Hermit: Who is in the room? Come out quickly, I have business that needs to be done today!

A rough voice came from outside the door. After a long while, Xiao Er who had just left, walked in with a panicked expression.

Dian Xiao Er: Guest officer, how about I change your private room...

He just glanced at Xiao Er indifferently, and then continued to look out the window. The shouting outside the door continued.

Dian Xiao Er: Outside the door is the famous imperial master of this neighborhood. If you provoke him, it will not end well for you...

Dian Xiao Er reminded him in a low voice with an unhappy expression, but he remained unmoved.

Royal Hermit: I want to see who’s the one that’s hiding in there!

The door was knocked to the ground with a “clang!” and the visitor swaggered into the room.

Royal Hermit: Hey Silver-hair, I’ll count to three, and if you don’t get out, you’ll get into serious trouble!

Royal Hermit: One-- Two--

He lazily tapped on the table with his index finger, and when he was about to reach the third number, the dagger rotated twice in his hand under the table, and a cold light shot towards the door.

Mystery boy: Trouble.

The dagger pierced the air like lightening, leaving a very thin bloodstain on the neck of the hidden master.

But in the blink of an eye, the Royal Hermit died.

??: Mu-murderer! Murderer!

Screams and fleeing filled the restaurant for a while. He frowned impatiently, kicked the hidden master out of the window, and then disappeared into the alley.

He knew well that killing without permission was a violation of the rules of the pavilion. But there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that he had a reason to do so.

In the alley, his sensitive nerves made him spot the girl who was eavesdropping early that morning.

He should have killed her. But when the girl stroked his cheek, she was dazed in place.

MC: Your face is dirty...

He felt wonderful empathy, and emotions that did not belong to him, flooded him-- helplessness and fear, leaked tenderness, and a touch of nostalgia...

And that the emotions in his heart seemed to have been spied on.

Mystery boy: Do not touch me.

After speaking, he hurriedly disappeared from the girl’s sight, leaving only the black feather.

The breeze was blowing, and the figure of the boy loomed in the shadow of a tree. He did not leave, but silently stared at the girl.

Even he couldn’t tell whether he accidentally dropped the black feather, or whether-- Hei Ling chose a girl.

His eyes were locked firmly on the girl’s body until he watched her put away that black feather, and then left the restaurant.

This was a moment from Chapter 1 of the main story. You can check @xiaomoxu’s post for more context :>

The silver-haired boy sitting on the banyan tree slowly put down the finger flute, and the sudden termination of the melody made him a little upset.

This was the only song he could play, but it would always get interrupted in the same place, like a broken memory that couldn’t be finished.

He took out a paper bag from his arms which contained various candied fruits that shone with multicolored light in the afterglow.

He always carried a bag of candied fruit with him. He had had this strange habit ever since the day he walked out of the shadow pavilion and saw the fruit shop on the street.

He picked up one and put it in his mouth, and the familiar sweetness spread between his lips and teeth.

He couldn’t help thinking of what the girl had just said in the cave.

Even though it was hoarse and vague, he was still sure that he heard the word “Ki” clearly.

This was a moment from Chapter 2 of the main story. You can check @xiaomoxu’s post for more context :>

Was that her name? She knew herself? Who was she? Did she have anything to do with the forgotten memory that he kept looking for?

Countless questions came to his mind, but there was no answer.

He put the finger flute on his lips again, and unexpectedly, the jammed melody slowly became smooth.

The melody in the memory gradually sounded...

The melody covered in memory gradually became clear. Several fishing boats moored on the river, their fishing boat lights swaying over the mist covered water.

On the banyan tree, the golden leaves fell one after another, and under the banyan tree, the unmanned swing danced with the wind.

The last rays of sunlight on the horizon had also completely dissipated. The wild goose had long been gone, only the sound of the flute was still melodious.

When did he remember it?

He couldn’t help but wonder.

However, the melody in his memory unknowingly eased the boredom in his heart.

??: No matter where I am, you must find me!

Suddenly, a vague and tender voice sounded in his head.

Who was talking?

The voice was sometimes clear and sometimes vague. He held his breath and waited, wanting to hear it more realistically.

Children: “Got you!”

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the golden wheat field.

The violent wind swept past, and the billowing wheat waves stretched into the distance, accompanied by the sound of the sea tide, but no trace of people could be found.

Vaguely, he heard the lingering laughter of children.

Someone was playing hide-and-seek again.

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Can I get rick grimes x gender neutral reader

The reader was an elite solider in the U.S army when the virus happened. They been traveling the South for five ½ years alone. So now they landed in Georgia when the Saviors and Rick Group are at war. One day Rick is attacked by the Saviors, but the reader saves Rick from the Saviors with a rifle but escapes before Rick ever notices. Days later the reader meets Rick (like how Jesus met Rick.) But Rick captures the reader and interrogates him. In the end Reader reveals how he saved Rick. Rick then forces the reader work/live with the group even though the real.

A Soldier ~ Rick Grimes imagine

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The sun had set hours earlier but that didn’t stop you. Unrelenting you continued through the heat and the exhaustion. You couldn’t stop. Not now. Not after everything you had gone through. Even before this, you wouldn’t allow yourself to stop. Being one of America’s pride and joys serving as a respected sergeant. You had served 10 years before the world went to shit and it made you laugh now. You always thought that the meaning of your life - the purpose - was to protect and serve against threats to the U.S.A. If only you knew that your greatest threat was against the dead now living. You were grateful, more than anything. You had a lot more in this world than others did. And now 5 1/2 years later you were still going. Never stopping. Not for anything.

Except... when you caught wind of a certain curly-haired man. He was being attacked and was substantially outmanned. You thought the best use of your time was to protect people just like you had in your previous life. The man was cornered now by the time you’d made the decision to help him. Three men dressed in leather charged him with any weapon they could find. He fought against them - to the best of his ability. Which seemed to be skilled at least. You gripped your trusty rifle, aimed the scope and without hesitation fired.

One man fell.

Then the next.

And then the last.

The blue-eyed man scoured the area for you, curious about the location of the shots. You, however, were smarter than that. You didn’t know this man. You didn’t know if he deserved what those men would’ve done to him but you did know trust is to be earned in this world not given carelessly. You ducked away out of his vision. But you never strayed far from the man.

You could say curiosity got the better of you. Naturally and from a very young age, you’d always pester, investigate, fight for answers when they really weren’t warranted. Your mom used to tell you how curiosity killed the cat but you preferred to say it saved the cat. Being curious never hurt anyone and it certainly came as an advantage to you. When meeting people you knew how to hide, how to watch. And yes it may be creepy but it was necessary. You weren’t stupid, far from it, so why stop your ways now?

The man didn’t return back to a camp after the attack - one that you knew he had due to his clean and well-presented appearance. He continued through the area, meeting up with a tall brooding man accompanied with a crossbow. The two seemed close. Although despite how few words conversed between them, you knew they were. If either of them fell into some trouble the other protected. They were family - maybe not blood - but no doubt in your mind we’re they like brothers.

It had been days now and these men were still on their run. By this time you were even doubting if this was worth it but you shook off the thoughts and continued. It wasn’t your intention to draw attention to yourself. Hell, it was something you were taught against. But it happened. You, rather carelessly, stumbled across them. It all happened so fast. You saw someone in the woods - walker maybe. But at that moment you decided against your inner workings and ran. Stupidly you ran straight into this man.

“Watch it,” He growled pushing you back slightly. They glared at you threateningly, guns were drawn.

“Wha’ ta hell ya doin’?” The crossbowman snapped. His deep southern accent growing darker through his words. He was on edge. It being clear that interactions like this hadn’t always been a blessing.

“Was just passing through. Calm yourself, alrigh’?”

Unimpressed he looked to the blue-eyed man who was fixed on your stance. “You looked in a hurry. Trouble heading this way?” The man inquired warily.

“Nah not really,” You paused looking back to the area, “Well maybe I'm not sure.”

“Not sure? What's back there?” He looked at you suspiciously hand still grasped around his colt python. You didn't say anything to them as a sound overcame the atmosphere. It sounded like a twig, perhaps just a wondering dead but they didn't see the rational side. "Who are you? Who are you with?" The blue-eyed man barked edging the pistol closer to your face.

"Hey, chill man. My names y/n, alright? And I'm not with anyone. I'm on my own, okay?" The men shared a look before turning back to you unbelievingly. You opened your mouth to justify your case but was interrupted by a smack to the side of your head. You fell to the ground, gazing at the two men still.

And then... nothing.

Hours later your eyes snapped open. Alert, you searched through the room. It was a cell. A traditional one with an iron gate. One you knew from past experience weren't the easiest to break out of. Especially after spotting a man floating around the exit. "Hello?" Your head burned as you spoke likely due to a concussion but you powered through it. The man stopped pacing and glared at you. He was a dark-skinned man, holding what looked like a stick. But the main thing was that he was clean. You had noticed earlier how the two men didn't look as ragged and dirty as you did. Telling you they had a home. Now seeing him proved it.

"Hello," He said back, "Names Morgan, yours?" Your rational side shut your mouth for you. You didn't know these people. Hell, they kidnapped you. They didn't deserve your name. And you resented how you caved earlier and told those people. "Not much of a speaker, huh?" Again silence, "You didn't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you."

Begrudgingly you responded, "I'm not afraid of you." "Your not?" "No, I'm not. Not of you. Not of those men who brought me here. Not of anyone," Morgan almost laughed at your response.

"You're quite brave, aren’t you?" You shrugged etching a smile on his face, "you'll fit right in here."

"Who says I want to stay?" You countered. "I have a feeling," He smirked before another person entered the room.

"They awake?" Morgan nodded and exited.

The blue-eyed man from earlier entered your view. No words were exchanged between the two of you. You understood he still perceived you as a threat, which you knew you very well could be. You'd do what you have to. That's what you told yourself. After years of service to the army that swam around your mind like a mantra. You'd done some horrific things for your country now and before but you didn't let it rot you to the core like your comrades. You did what you had to. There was never an exception. So if these people decided to try something you'd do what you have to.

"Who are you?" He interrogated swiftly. Telling you that this wasn't his first rodeo. He was a cop or maybe even in the army like you.

"I already told you," Coldly you returned.

"Yeah well, I don't believe you," He persisted.

"I don't entirely know what you want me to do with that," you scoffed, "I can't force you to believe me. But I know my name. I know I'm alone. I know I don't mean to bring harm to your people unless I have to."

The man grunted. He hated how he began to believe you slightly. "Why were you running then?"

You sighed, "I was following you."

"You were following us?" He growled, "Why?"

"You were attacked. Those men I killed them," You revealed, "I was curious. So I followed you. I saw a walker or maybe it was a person... I don't know. I ran and bumped into you. That's all. I have no ulterior motive."

"Just because you tell me you have no ulterior motive doesn't make me inclined to believe you," He let out a harsh breath.

"What more do you want, huh? Want me to do a polygraph?"

He chuckled, "No. Of course not. But I don't trust you."

"So let me go," You promoted.

"I can't do that," he shook his head erratically.

"Why not?"

"You're valuable. If what you say is true that you did save me. Then I... we can't let that go, alright?"

You gaped at his confession, "So you're gonna force me to stay here?"

"Not exactly... we'd prefer if you did from your own will but if we have to," He quirked his eyebrow at you, "What do you say?"

Sarcastically you laughed at his proposition, "You're crazy."

"No, I'm Rick. Rick Grimes. And this," Rick gestured to your surroundings, "is Alexandria. Hopefully your new home."

"How do you know I'm not gonna kill you all in your sleep?" You furrowed your eyebrows at his naivety.

"I have faith that you won't. I searched you when you were out," He went into his pocket pulling out a medal you had gotten for serving in Iraq, "A soldier? I was a sheriffs deputy myself and I know I wouldn't have it in me to kill all the people in here - the children. I know you wouldn't either."

"You're right I wouldn't but... but we're not the same, Rick. We never will be," Rick tilted his head.

"I know," He spoke honestly, "But I feel like we're similar. You'd do a lot to save someone you'd never met. That's someone we'd like in Alexandria. Y/n you saved me. And I know you can save a lot more. So what do you say?"

You sighed moving closer to the cell door, "Okay."

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p-eppermintea · 4 years

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Like a good soldier

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Pairing: Erwin Smith / Levi Ackerman (Eruri) Characters: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman Rating: Explicit Warnings: N/A Word Count: 2577 Tags: Horny content, sub!Levi, Dom!Erwin, Praise Kink, blowjob, Throat Fucking, Masturbation, Pre Canon, post no regrets

Excerpt / Summary:

What a sight it must be for Erwin, to see Levi kneeling before him.

--A few feet ahead of Levi, Erwin is wiping his sweaty brow with a handkerchief. Even with his hair all ruffled and dirt on his face, that asshole doesn't even have the decency to look bad.

Sparring with Erwin isn't the worst thing Levi has had to do. There really isn't much of a point to practicing hand-to-hand combat — it's not like they'll be fist fighting a Titan any time soon — but there's this small part of Levi that's actually starting to enjoy the time they spend training. It's filthy and painful at times, but there's something about Erwin that intrigues him.

Maybe it's just the way he doesn't treat Levi like he's some sort of crazy axe murderer. He's not afraid to go for him at full force. It's almost like he trusts Levi not to just snap and kill him some day. That, or he's just not bothered if he does. It's somewhat refreshing to be around at least one person who can look him in the eye.

Or, it could also just be that Erwin is stupidly handsome.

Levi groans internally. Tall, golden hair and beautiful blue eyes. Even now, he looks gorgeous. It's almost unfair. Everyone either wants to be him, or be on him.

Erwin neatly folds his handkerchief and puts it in his pocket. He walks towards Levi. “Ready to call it a day? It's getting dark.”

“Probably a good idea,” Levi says, pushing his damp hair away from his forehead.

“You did good today, Levi.” Erwin reaches out and pats Levi lightly on the shoulder. Levi freezes, and feels the heat rising to his cheeks. “You really are proving to be my strongest soldier.”

“Um.” Levi squeezes his eyes shut. It's not like him to get so damn nervous. “Thank you, Captain,” he grumbles.

Erwin eyes him curiously. “And to think,” he adds, “I didn't even have to work too hard to make you submit to me. It's almost like you did it willingly.”

Erwin heads off in the direction of his office, and after a moment of hesitation, Levi follows. Erwin looks behind him and continues to eye Levi. “You act like such a leader all the time - and don't get me wrong, you're a great one. But I can tell that sometimes, you just want someone to serve.”

He stops, just before the first door, and turns around to face Levi. “I'd like to be that person. If you'd let me.”

All Levi can do is just stand there and gawk up at him. It takes a lot more strength than he's willing to admit for him to not get down on his knees and just straight up beg Erwin to let him serve him. Part of him wonders whether Erwin would prefer him to submit right away, or if he’d get more satisfaction from Levi playing hard to get.

“Come into my office for a moment,” Erwin requests.

He responds almost immediately. “Yes, Captain.”

Levi follows Erwin all the way up to his office. He stands inside awkwardly as Erwin closes the door behind them and lights a few candles.

“Sit,” Erwin orders, gesturing to the small wooden chair in front of his desk. Levi sits. “Good.”

Erwin stands and looks out of the window for a few minutes. The sky is slowly turning from orange to dark blue. Levi can see a few stars peaking out from beneath the clouds.

“I feel like we're starting to trust each other, Levi,” Erwin starts. He pulls his curtains closed and moves to sit down behind his desk. He leans back and crosses his legs casually. “Do you agree?”

“I guess so,” Levi replies. He shrugs, in an attempt to seem nonchalant. Stop being so nervous.

Erwin raises an eyebrow at that, but lets it slide. “I can see something in you that no one else can.” He pauses to take off his boots. “Do you know what that is?”

“No, Captain.”

“I can see potential.” Erwin folds his arms on his desk and leans forwards. “Everyone else just sees a thug. Even though you're undoubtedly strong, they still just see some little street rat who'll snap some day and throw us all to the wolves.”

Levi stays quiet. If you'd have told him that a few months ago, he probably would've agreed. Most of the people he works alongside are idiots at best, who are far too likely to die within a few minutes of being outside of the walls. Plus, they're a lot messier than he'd like. He almost shudders at the thought.

Even so… he feels a sense of camaraderie towards them now. He grieves their deaths; he helps them train; he feigns interest whenever they talk to him. Hell, he even shares his nice tea leaves sometimes. He actually kinda likes some of these morons. What happened to him?

“I like to think I know you a little better than that now, though,” Erwin continues. His eyes darken. “I know you'll be a good little soldier.”

Erwin is staring intently at Levi, and all he can do is stare back.

“Do you agree?”

He's pushing for something.

If he’s going to do this, he might as well play hard to get — if only just for a little bit. “I guess so,” Levi settles with, crossing his legs.

Erwin raises one thick eyebrow at that. “You guess so?” he repeats. “Is that a yes? Or a no?”

“Yes.”

Impossibly so, Erwin’s eyebrow seems to shoot up even higher.

Levi stifles a smirk. “Yes, sir.”

Erwin seems satisfied by that for now, and leans back in his seat, pushing it back and away from his desk. “If — when I’m Commander, I think I’ll give you a promotion. How does Captain sound to you?”

In truth, Levi doesn’t actually give two shits about his position within the Survey Corps. No one seems to live long enough to make it to the higher ranks. He’s more than sure he’s going to die young, anyway. Why does it matter exactly whose boots he’s licking? Admittedly, that’s probably not what Erwin wants to hear from him right now. “Sounds good, sir.”

Erwin smiles, pleased. “Glad to hear it.” He seems stupidly satisfied at the outcome of their strange little meeting. They stare each other down for a while. It’s like some weird contest to see who will crack first.

They both know very well what’s going to happen next. Levi isn’t one to break, though. He’ll sit here and stare at Erwin all night, if he has to. He won’t tell Erwin what it is that he really wants. More than being the strongest soldier, or a Captain, or anything else.

He can tell they both want the same thing. It’s the way Erwin’s eyes linger on him for a moment too long. Or how his eyes darken whenever Levi calls him “sir” or “Captain”. The way they flirt in a way that’s, admittedly, far too obvious. And when Erwin’s gaze flicks down to Levi’s mouth when they’re sparring, and he’s on top of him, holding him down, and Levi can feel him, hard and pressed against his body. He’s not exactly the most subtle person in the world.

“I’ve noticed something about you,” Erwin starts.

Levi raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” he replies, coy.

“I think I can get you to do just about anything, as long as I tell you how good you are.”

Levi’s heart all but jumps into his throat. While he hasn’t exactly been subtle either, he wasn’t expecting Erwin to bring it up like that. He was hoping he wouldn’t bring it up at all, actually. It’s kind of embarrassing, actually. Having it said out loud. He swallows, throat dry. “Oh?”

“Come here, stand in front of me.”

Levi stands up. A little too eagerly for his own comfort, but he quickly pushes that to the back of his mind. He forces himself to walk around the desk slowly, and comes to a stop just in front of Erwin.

“If you want my praise, you’re going to have to work for it.” Erwin looks up at Levi. His blue eyes are impossibly dark, and candlelight strikes flickering shadows of his eyelashes across his face. “Do you understand?”

Levi places his hands behind his back, bracing himself on the desk. “Yes, I understand.”

Erwin’s hand slowly comes up to rest on Levi’s hip. It’s large and hot and heavy against him, and it’s what he’s been waiting for for what seems like forever. “Good. Can you kneel? You can say no at any time, and we’ll leave it at that.”

Levi nods. He promised obedience, and so that’s what Erwin will get. He sinks down slowly, and Erwin’s hand trails up his body and eventually settles gently in his hair. The little hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end by the time he’s fully kneeling.

“Do I need to instruct you on what I want from you?”

“No sir,” Levi replies, already leaning forwards. It’s a bit of a blur from then on. From unbuckling Erwin’s belt and struggling to pull his pants down enough to expose him, to looking up at Erwin’s flushed and sultry face. It’s like seeing a very different side to him. Part of him feels kind of special. And he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this exactly scenario a hundred times.

Erwin slowly unbuttons his shirt all the way, exposing himself further. Levi lets it play out a little while he takes his time to just look. There’s no denying that Erwin is downright beautiful. It’s like every part of him was sculpted by a master artist. Sharp cheekbones and jawline, hard body. His cock stands up, not far from Levi’s face. Hard, and curved, and already leaking. He practically salivates at the sight.

“Are you waiting for my permission?” Erwin asks, one eyebrow raised.

Levi just smirks and leans forwards, finally closing his lips tightly around the head. Erwin’s hand tightens in his hair, pulling lightly. He hears him curse quietly, and pulls back to lave his tongue all over the tip of Erwin’s cock. He’s not particularly a first timer when it comes to this, but it takes him a moment to get used to it again. It’s not long though, until he’s sinking his lips down as far as he can go.

Erwin leans his head back, seemingly content. “You’re doing so good,” he sighs, and he knows that it’s just going to spur Levi on. He looks down at him again, his grip on Levi’s hair tightening significantly, pulling him up and holding his head in place. “I want to fuck your throat.”

“Yes,” Levi hisses. He reaches down to rub himself through his pants. He’s never been so achingly hard before. He blushes, suddenly embarrassed. Here goes. “You can use me however you want, sir. I can take you.”

“Oh, wow.” Erwin’s eyes are wide, as he stares at Levi in astonishment. It’s obvious that he wasn’t exactly expecting Levi to be this submissive. He hardly even fought back, after all. He lifts his hips slightly, prodding his cock against Levi’s lips gently. “If you’re a good boy, I might let you cum tonight.”

Levi just looks up at Erwin, lips parted. What a sight it must be for Erwin, to see Levi kneeling before him. His cheeks flushed, lips red, drool on his chin. Fidgeting and trying to get any kind of friction to his own cock.

Erwin uses his other hand to gently open Levi’s mouth wider, making room for his thick cock. It’s all he can do to not immediately jam it all in his pretty mouth at once. He watches as his cock disappears between his lips, and rocks his hips slowly at first. “Keep your eyes on me,” he orders. “You may undo your pants, if you’d like.”

Levi nods, hands immediately fumbling with his belt and undoing the buttons. He sighs in relief, reaching inside his underwear and rubbing himself properly now.

Without much warning, Erwin slams his hips up hard and fast, withdrawing in much the same manner. He bucks into Levi’s mouth, tightening his grip on his hair and revelling in the straight up pathetic noises coming from him. It’s like his body can’t decide between gagging on Erwin’s cock, moaning from the pleasure of touching himself, or just straight up whining.

“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well, Levi,” Erwin groans. His hips falter a little, pushing hard into Levi’s mouth. He’s practically crying now — tears running down his face and saliva dripping onto the wooden floorboards. “I wonder how well the rest of you will take me.”

Levi hisses, his eyes rolling back a little. He pulls against the hand on his head, sinking his lips down as far as he can go. He’s downright desperate to please Erwin at this point.

There’s barely any warning when Erwin cums, other than his hips bucking up and his fingers pulling way too hard on Levi’s hair. He’s surprisingly quiet — probably an effort to not be heard by everyone else nearby. “Ah, fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back.

Levi swallows as much of Erwin’s hot cum as he can. It spills out of his mouth and dribbles down his chin, but he’s so close that he just doesn’t care right now. He pulls his lips off and sits back, panting. “Fuck, please,” Levi hisses.

Erwin seems to snap out of his stupor, looking back down at Levi. He takes a moment to take in Levi’s completely wrecked appearance, blinking in surprise. He never knew a person could look like that. “Good grief, look at you,” he sighs. “My good boy.”

Levi leans forwards and presses his face into Erwin’s thigh. “Please.”

Erwin laughs slightly, still with a hint of disbelief at the man before him. “You may cum now.”

Levi’s hand shoots up to his mouth, and he bites into his flesh hard as he climaxes. He whines against his skin, squeezing his eyes shut. God. It’s never felt that good before.

He stays there for a while, leaning against Erwin’s thigh and panting. He allows himself a few moments to calm down before the persistent voice in his head tells him just how dirty his surroundings are. He leans back, looking up at Erwin. He’s looking right back at him, of course.

“That was something else,” Erwin says.

The only thing Levi can reply with is, “Yeah.” He stands up slowly, groaning when his knees protest angrily. Fuck, he’s so spent. He leans against the desk, wipes his face with his sleeve, and does his pants back up. It’s so filthy, he can hardly stand it.

“Go clean yourself up,” Erwin orders. “I expect you to meet me here tomorrow at the same time again, okay?”

Levi blinks. “Yes, sir.” He turns to leave, but Erwin gently grabs his wrist to stop him. He leans up, pulling Levi towards him and kissing him on the mouth softly.

“You we’re so good for me today,” he whispers, and Levi shivers.

It’s dark outside, so Levi doesn’t have to worry too much about someone seeing him in this state. He’s in a bit of a daze the whole way to the baths, and then to his bed, where he falls asleep straight away, for probably the first time in his life.

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jovialyouthmusic · 3 years

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Loveline Fanfic 5

Apologies for not posting before - this has been hiding away in my files for a while. Hope you enjoy the continuing adventure of Albert from Lovelink.

Word Count 1059

A/N Albert meets up with family. Fluff and a little light drama. The title of the chapter means ‘head of the household’

5 Pater Familia

After another successful demonstration of my oral skills, we got up and got dressed. My angel suggested we drive her car out to a nearby town to have brunch at a café and then go for a walk in the nearby hills. The day was warm and balmy for early autumn, without the colour of the leaves turning just yet, and almost no wind. We ate at the café, walked along the edge of the lake nearby, and drove to a car park almost at the top of a pass between valleys where we could walk right to the top of the ridge and get spectacular views over the rolling hills and peaks out to the sea, far away.

I felt the stresses and strains of duty fall away with every breath of fresh hilltop air and every smile from my companion. Instead of a gruelling march with full kit, it was a pleasant stroll with my sweetheart. I looked forward to the time when I didn’t have to wonder about where I might go and what I might be asked to do. We walked and talked, and held hands and kissed at the peak of the ridge. She blushed as another group of walkers came over the top and caught us, and I smiled at her innocence and sweetness.

I prayed that the peacekeeping mission I had just been on meant that she never had to see the horrors or deprivations of war, but thankfully that thought faded with every glance of her beautiful smile and every view of the peaceful landscape. We walked back to the car and drove back to the town to stop for coffee and cake, and then back to her flat. I only had time to change before a cab came to fetch me to take me to the port where my father’s trawler was moored after a long and successful fishing trip. We kissed and she held on to me tight before I left, promising that I would do my best not to drink too heavily, and call her when I was on my way back.

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‘Son’ my father cried as I walked into the pub on the quayside of the small fishing town where he offloaded his catch. ‘It’s been too long, how are you?’ He hugged me and slapped me hard on the back, his years of backbreaking work on the trawlers having kept him strong and hearty, just like my brothers. They strode up, putting their half full pint glasses down to shake my hand and slap me on the back. As usual , there was a competition between the two of them to see who could hit me the hardest and make me stagger, but I was ready for them and stood steady under their greeting. Brad eyed Sam.

‘Oi oi, soldier boy’s getting stronger’ he grinned ‘I got you a pint baby bro, come and meet the lads’ A full pint glass was thrust into my hands and I grinned stupidly as I was introduced to the other fishermen and sailors in the bar. It was hard not to keep accepting the drinks that came my way, but I stationed myself near a pot plant and poured the odd half away without being noticed – or so I thought. As Brad and Sam decided to tell the story of how they’d almost caught a shark – a very unlikely story, as they were extremely rare off the west coast of England – my father beckoned me and took me aside.

‘Is everything okay, son? He asked ‘I can’t help but notice that plant is getting a good soaking of best bitter. It’s a crying shame, but I won’t tell if you talk to me.’ I sighed

‘My limit’s a bit low at the moment, Pa’ I replied ‘I don’t get to drink pints every night on duty, and this was a long shout’

‘That doesn’t usually stop you’ he replied as Sam stood on the table demonstrating the size of the shark he was telling tall tales about ‘your Mam seems to think you’ve girl trouble – is she right?’ I frowned.

‘Promise not to tell’

‘Neptune take me to the depths, I swear not to tell a soul’ he said, hand on heart. I looked round to make sure nobody could hear us.

‘Not girl problems Pa – someone special. I joined a dating site’

‘You did what? How can my boy be having trouble finding a girl? You’re catch of the year, son’ he exclaimed, indignant. He eyed me, moving closer ‘It is a girl, isn’t it? But – it’s okay whoever they are.’ I interrupted him swiftly.

‘Keep it down, Pa. It’s not easy with my line of work, I don’t have time to date. I met someone, and I’m – well I’ve been with her as much as I can since I got back. She’s amazing’

‘And you didn’t tell us – why?’

‘It’s new Pa, I want to get to know her properly’ He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow.

‘You don’t want to get too drunk, so you can ‘get to know her’’ he observed, and I nodded reluctantly. He looked across at Sam and Brad, now singing a sea shanty with the other fishermen at the top of their lungs. He lifted his chin in a gesture of sympathy.

‘You get on back to her’ he said ‘I’ll cover for you. Those two are so tanked up they’ll hardly notice anyway, look at them’ he patted me on the shoulder ‘I’m glad to see at least one of my boys has some self control’

‘What will you tell them?’ I asked.

‘Don’t you worry yourself’ he said ‘Just promise me you’ll ring tomorrow, and maybe you can find time for one more visit before you go back on base.’

‘Thanks Pa, I owe you one’

‘You owe me nothing, I’m blood’ he said ‘Now get out and go and kiss that girl of yours. If she’s a keeper we’ll meet her at some point, and if she’s not, she wasn’t worth meeting. Family is family and we’ll be here whichever way it goes’ I thanked him again and gave the pub one more glance. He was right, Brad and Sam wouldn’t notice my absence. I dialled the cab number and left to go back to my girl.

A/N If you want on or off the tag list please let me know

I’m hardly reading anyone else myself right now, so no offence taken if it’s not your thang.

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Day 11 : Thursday 26th of March.

Hello everybody! What a beautiful day, isn't it? MY ASS! I'm going to die from awkwardness before the end of this containement. I had the most embarassing and humiliating awakening ever.

As I told you yesterday, Bucky and I slept together again. You're probably asking yourself what happened for me to be that much tense right? Well, how can I say that? I woke up early in the morning but not because of what you think! Alright, because you're certainly smart, you probably think that I woke up because of others nightmares and that I cried and that Bucky took me in his arms because his a fucking sweet cinnamon roll who smells like old books, metal, lemon, honey and sexappeal. This may surprise you but this is not what happened AT ALL. To be honest I had one of the greatest dreams that I ever had since a long moment. Ok, so, here's my dream: There was this beautiful king size bed in a circle shape with red silk sheets on it, in the middle of my bedroom. And I remember there was candles everywhere( gold and red, smelling like roses and cinnamon I think... Who fucking cares about that right?) Alright, get ready for it, because it's becoming really stupidly cliché. Bucky was in the middle of the bed with a golden underwear and he was doing like push-ups (??? What the fuck, brain?)... So I was just standing there looking at him and he finally saw me. He lay down and looked at me with a smirk and a small sigh before he told me: "Hey, Tiny! I didn't see you there! Wanna give me a hand on that? " (God it sounds like a bad porno! Maybe it was just a bad porno because I never actually experienced nothing like that... Not that I'm virgin, I mean... NEVERMIND.) So, in a second I just appeared under him and we started to... You perfectly know what we started to do! Anyway, after few minutes (I think) He just said something like "Winter is coming." What the fuck? Am I in a fucking Yaoi or something?!

This is when I woke up. So I was not crying, not even screaming or panicking. The thing is... I was sweating and had a fucking erection. I was so fucking embarassed but the worst was still when I turned to watch Bucky and he was looking at me worriedly. "You're ok? You're all red and you were doing weird noises. Did you had another nightmare?" He asked. I don't know if I felt more humiliated in my life than at this moment. I think I just blushed even more after what he said. I was so panicked and awkward about the situation that I just nodded. I nodded. Am I dumb or what? I could have said no, made him think that I had fever and that he should go away for a moment but he would have panicked and it's actually pretty much mean to do that in this period. "Ok, it's fine. You wanna talk about it?" He asked by coming closer. He tried to take me in his arms and I step back quickly. "I'm fine, sorry. It's just I'm sweating and stuff... I just need to take a shower. Too hot." I stuttered when I looked at his puppy eyes. I'm pretty sure he thought I've been scared of him at this moment. He just said Ok and stood up: "I'm going to see if Jarvis needs help for the breakfast, ok?" He said before he goes. So? I told you so, the worst awakening ever. 😰😰

The day didn’t get that much better after thanks Loki... I mean, fuck.

Alright after the awkward breakfast (and the cold shower of course) I returned in Howard's lab. We worked on the arm together and that was truly amazing to learn things from the greatest genius of this era. After two hours, he decided to go read a book next to the swimming pool and enjoy the sun. So he leave me alone in the lab.

After lunch, I just remembered that I wanted to do research about the Winter Soldier that I was hearing about in my dreams. I get to the lab. Fuck, I still can't believe it... I don't know if I can really tell you about what I discovered... But I really need to talk about it to someone. Ok, so, I get to the lab, I locked the door just in case you know? And I finally turned on the computer. I started to do my research about the Winter Soldier and as I thought not a single file, not a note, no trace at all. Oh, really Howard, you still think you can hide things from me? Alright then, I knew it would not be easy but I also knew that I know how to hack a computer and find the most embarrassing informations about someone. So, I would have my answers. I successfully found what I was looking for, it was crypted files with a security that I've never seen before. Howard was protecting that with all he had. But why that, right? At this point I thought about giving up, you know? Maybe I should have...

But if my dad was hiding it with so much skills it must be truly important, right? I needeed to know. I needeed it. I opened the files successfully after an hour and a half. And it was terrifying. The Winter Soldier project was actually one of Leviathan's Projects. If some of you don't know Leviathan, it's the Russian division of Hydra. Some of the worst psychopaths on Earth are actually working with those guys. The W.S.P. (Winter Soldier Project) started in 1945. Hydra, I mean Leviathan, captured a dozen of kids and bring them to Siberia. In a fucking bunker... Shit, I have chills just by writing all of that. Those kids...

Ok, basically, Leviathan took them, injected them a serum (something similar to my father but less powerfull if I trust the composition.) and for those who survived it... Alright, basically the point was to do an army of overtrained assassins. They did a lot of crazy tests on the children, I read somewhere that one of the kids ... Shit, now that I think it's probably Bucky. Ok, I read somewhere that they cut one of the kid's arm. He was the oldest, 4 or 5 years old. They cut his arm to see if it was growing up again because of the serum. (What kind of man can do that...?) When they understood that it would not happen they put him a metal arm.

Leviathan trained them, brainwashed them when they didn't wanted to train or accept the treatments and they send them to missions. The metal arm kid has been named the Winter Soldier. He was the first soldier who had a mission. The first success. Oh, and for the story to be even more creepy and terryfiyng... When they were not using the kids they were frozen. Frozen, litterally, in a fucking box. My father Steve successfully dismanteled the organization when the Winter Soldier was 13 apparently. I don't know what happened to the kids after that. But the more I think about it, the more I accept the idea of Bucky being The Kid... Everything makes sense now, right? The Metal arm, the russian accent, the skills against Steve... This incredibly tall and strong body.

After my discovery, I quickly closed everything and turned off the computer. I got another annxiety attack, so violent that I thought I would loose conscience for a moment. I get out of the lab and I tried to find Howard in the library. He helped me calm down and asked me what happened. I couldn't tell him the Truth. I was terrified and shocked. I don't know how to stop thinking about it now. All the files keep haunting my head and I just have the image of those poor kids... Of Bucky... I'm in my room right now, I locked my door, I don't really know why. I just don't feel that much safe anymore. Everything seems a bit crazy around. I don't know. I think I need to sleep. I don't know if I will succeed but I really need to try. I just have the feeling that my chest is burning, I hope the Reactor his working well...

Take care of you and your family. Stay safe, stay home.

#tony stark #winteriron #This is a Winteriron Story #bucky barnes #tony stark x bucky barnes #winter soldier #howard stark #steve rogers #Steve Rogers x Howard Stark #day 11

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askweisswolf · 5 years

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FF.net

AO3

Last but not least, day 6: the future, for last year’s Glimadora Week @glimadora-week! Took longer than I planned but hey, I got it up before season 3.

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“… So.”

Glimmer glanced over at Adora as she spoke, absently weighing the risks and rewards of what she wanted to do. In the end she decided to go for it—they’d just had a successful date (reasonably successful date!), and they’d already kissed a few times before anyway. She was pretty sure compared to that this was a small thing, and so there was only some hesitation as she reached out and took Adora’s hand.

“So?” she urged, smiling slightly to herself when the taller blonde laced their fingers together tightly without any hesitation. That was a good sign! Definitely a good one! “I thought that went pretty well for a first date, all things considered.”

“Pretty well?” It was a laugh, and Adora finally looked at her, eyes gleaming with amusement. “From what I read, I didn’t think things caught on fire when you went on a date.”

“Clearly you weren’t reading the right books.”

“True. At least we weren’t attacked while we were visiting the park, though… still. Fire.”

“It was part of the entertainment, Adora. Not everything that catches on fire is because of a fight, you know.”

Glimmer decided to not mention that particular display lighting up had probably not been planned during the park show; it had still made for an entertaining few minutes, and it was worth seeing the way the tall girl scrunched her nose up in thought as she reviewed the show in her mind’s eye.

“Well,” she said at last. “Sea Hawk would have liked the show, at least. He’s always had a thing about fire. A… bit of a weird thing.”

“He’s lit things on fire outside of battle before,” Glimmer reminded her lightly, her smile becoming bigger now.

“I don’t think that was supposed to be entertainment. That said… it was pretty entertaining when it happened.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m just saying it now.” The princess gave her girlfriend’s hand a squeeze, and the thought of calling Adora that—even if it was still only in her head, they hadn’t actually confirmed anything yet, but after all of this it had to be pretty close—gave her a thrill all the way down to her toes. “Watching Sea Hawk isn’t going to be one of our dates, sweetheart.”

Adora pouted. “And here I thought I had our second date all set.”

“Nice try, but no.” The pink-haired girl grinned at her, now. “Should I take it as a good sign that you’re already thinking about our second date, though?”

The blonde flushed, now; something light and pink, and very cute, as she rubbed the back of her neck and smiled nervously. “I-I mean, I had a lot of fun today. A-And you’re still holding my hand, so I think you had fun today too? Maybe? Did I assume too much? I’m sorry if I did. You’re still holding my hand.”

She was rambling and stammering. If Glimmer had felt like being mean, she would have let this keep going until Adora ran out of breath, but the day had already gone so well that she didn’t want to let her believe otherwise. And besides, the idea of a second date was very appealing. The fact that Adora was considering their future was very, very appealing.

It was only a second date at this point, but still! That was some future thinking! That was a promising sign!

So she gave Adora a light tug to stop her, blinked in front of her, and leaned up to kiss her to stop that rambling. They were dating now, kind of. She was allowed to do these things. And the taller girl definitely liked it, because she sighed and relaxed into the kiss, leaned down into it.

Oh. Oh, okay, Adora was definitely getting better at this kissing thing. She’d either read more romance novels, or she was a fast learner. Either way, it was… really nice. It took a moment longer than she’d planned, but Glimmer did eventually remember that she had to pull away for this conversation to continue.

She might have also remembered that breathing was a thing that they both needed to do. A little bit of both, really.

The tall blonde smiled shyly when the princess pulled away. “And you just kissed me,” she murmured. “I’m going to guess that you had a lot of fun today?”

Glimmer chuckled and brought Adora’s fingers to her lips, giving them a light kiss. “Yes,” she said. “I had a lot of fun today, Adora. And I’m already very excited for a second date.”

“And now I have to plan a second date,” the blonde said, a stupidly happy smile breaking out across her face and making Glimmer smile in return. “Are you sure you don’t want to watch Sea Hawk? He can be pretty fun.”

“Do I really have to say no again?”

Adora kissed her, now, and this time it was a short, chaste thing; something that Glimmer definitely understood, and of course, any time she was kissing the other girl was a good thing, but she grieved the briefness of it all the same when they parted. “You don’t,” she assured her, giving her hand a squeeze as they started walking again. “Now I just have to think of something else to do for our next date.”

Glimmer looked at her. “I can plan it, if you want.”

“No, no.” Adora waved her free hand, and the princess could see she had already made up her mind about this. “You already got our first date, I want to handle our second. I’ll think of something.”

They were silent for a time as they continued to walk, both of them lost in thought and just enjoying each other’s company. Finally, though, Glimmer couldn’t contain herself any longer. This was all a very good sign—an excellent sign, certainly—but despite everything, they still hadn’t really… made it official. Past the first date. And a part of her really wanted to ask about that, now that they were past that first date hurdle and on their way.

Planning a second date, of course, meant that it was assumed that they were dating. It meant that it was assumed this was a relationship, one that would last. It meant that there was a future for them, and they needed to talk about that now at least a little. Probably. Maybe.

Glimmer wasn’t actually sure, was the thing. This was her first serious relationship! She was figuring it out!

… Maybe it was time to swallow her pride a little and talk to Angella. She’d been married before, after all; she still loved her father a lot. She might actually have a lot of advice about this kind of thing, and love was… love was a big word to be using this early, Glimmer knew that, but she also knew that she liked Adora a lot already. She could easily see herself loving her.

But that was further off, yet, something she’d keep to herself—or something she’d try to, at least. No need to overwhelm the taller girl with all of that already when this was just getting started. The pink-haired girl might not have always been the most patient person in the world (as both Bow and her mother could cheerfully attest to. Several times. Over the course of many years), but she could at least try to be when it counted.

And Adora? She counted. She really counted.

Yeah, okay, I need to talk to Mom about this sometime when we get back.

But first things first! She needed to say something. Something to make this official. Maybe she could even be brave and ask what Adora was imagining for them beyond a second date? Yes, she liked that thought very much. It would be nice to figure out if they were on the same page, at least. And they were alone, with no one else in the area. Now was the best time! Having some idea of the future, of what came next, certainly never hurt.

And yet, the warmth of Adora’s hand in hers stopped her. At some point during their walk the other girl had laced their fingers together for an even better grip, and she was humming softly under her breath. Glimmer sneaked a glance at her out of the corner of her eye, and she saw something then that was still tragically rare but always precious: the former Horde soldier was completely relaxed, completely at ease. There was no tension in her whatsoever. At this moment, she was enjoying herself without any reservation.

And just like that, any thought of asking about the future, of what came next, died before the words even left Glimmer’s lips—something that happened to her rarely (she could admit it!), and that just made it feel even more important. She gave Adora’s hand a squeeze instead, and smiled to herself when she heard the taller girl’s breath hitch at the small show of affection.

They would need to talk about the future, eventually. They would need to talk about what came next, when people began to ask what kind of name their relationship had. She knew that day would come. But today wasn’t that day.

“Hey, Glimmer?”

Today, it was enough to know that they had a future together, with each other.

“Yeah, Adora?”

“I think I have an idea for our second date. A real one, I mean.”

“Great. I look forward to it.”

And for now, knowing they had that future together was enough.

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chuuulip · 5 years

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Favorite Record

Chapter Two

This is posted for Hannah’s @kentuckybarnes 3k Writing Challenge

Shout out to the lovelies @bucky-at-bedtime for beta’ing this and @mychemicalimagines for giving me feedback too hehe.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: I guess nothing?

Summary: You never fond of Natasha taste in music but you always giving it a try, but maybe you had enough.

Chapter one

The chilly October day in New York City didn’t bother you as you strolled along the brownstone line street in Manhattan, in fact, you were quite fond of it. Class has been a mess but you were excited to visit the pediatric hospital today. Stark Industries will host their annual charity in the hospital, something that you have adored for years.

The vibration of your phone caught your attention. You sweep the screen to the right when you saw the caller id. “Pumpkin, where are you?” You can hear your dad’s voice in a busy room full of background noise.

“I’m somewhere in Manhattan I guess. What’s wrong?”

“Weren't you supposed to arrive like 30 minutes ago? Your mom’s a bit worried right now. You know how she is after your accident”

“Oh, mom is in town? When did she arrive?” you walk a bit faster now.

“Like 2 hours ago. She said she missed her baby. Can you be here in 20? The guests are already in the hospital.”

“Okay! I’ll hail a cab now.”

The ride to the hospital is pretty fast since the traffic wasn’t so bad. You are greeted by some Halloween decorations when you enter the hospital. However, you can’t help but grin at the scary cute tidbits that adorn the hallway. Helping to decorate the hospital was a fun thing to do. You occupied yourself by selecting lots of balloons and knick-knacks to liven up the hall weeks ago. Your dad, Tony Stark has been working on advancing medical technology in the past couple years and this kind of event is always in his must to do list.

“Pumpkin!” A petite woman with a strawberry blonde hair were rushing to you. “Hi, mother.” She embraces you tightly which you returned eagerly. “My baby! Oh, I missed you so much.” She retreads and pinches your cheeks, a habit she always had since you are a baby. Her pastel blue blazer was a contrast from your mustard sweater and indigo jeans. “Mother stop it!” you laugh at her. Your mom takes pity on you and stops her attack.

“So how’s your wrist? Your dad said it’s getting better. I hope your school didn’t interfere with its full recovery.”

“It’s actually pretty great Mother, but the final recital kind of put me on pins and needle.”

“Just don’t push yourself too hard ok pumpkin?”

“Promise!” Your mother finally let go and drag you to meet the small crowd at the front.

Since lots of nurses and volunteers were also wearing a costume, you can’t help but to live up to your nickname and join the rest of the people in the hospital. The bright orange bodysuit has that cute black jack-o-lantern face, far away from creepy. The costume also came together with a little cute stem cap that thankfully fit you. To make the appearance more appealing, you let the cap sit a bit to the right side of your head, strands of hair on the side of your face were let loose so the half up double braid still intact.

The small basket in your left hand was full of greeting cards from the Stark Tech staff, that you plan on hand deliver soon. Other baskets on the table near the fake ghost sweets, was created by people from across the country. Last month you get a bit carried away with Stark Tech Instagram post and upload a ‘special greeting cards’ for the kids in the pediatric hospital in New York City. Your aim was an extra smile to the kids with the cards and Halloween theme goody bag. Fortunately, it becomes a huge success to boost the fundraiser and you never been happier.

“Gentleman, thank you for coming today despite the busy schedule.”

“It’s nothing, Mr. Stark. I am happy we can participate in this charity”

You were immediately drawn to that distinctive low baritone voice. A glimpse of a brown hair took neatly in a low bun. The brushed plaid long flannel with port wine color with the sleeves roll up, display that notable bassist hands of Bucky. You arched your eyebrow curiously, how in the world does your father know Bucky Barnes and his band? Did Natasha tell your father about them? With a long sigh, you unlocked your phone and texted her.

“Yes sir, it’s a pleasure to be here. We love to do this kind of show as much as we can.” The blonde tall man known as Steve was talking to your father. “As long as we are in town, our manager definitely will arrange the schedule.”

“Thank you, Captain. I, for sure, will invite your band again.”

”The Instagram post on Stark Tech account was great. I immediately asked the gang to participate not only with greeting cards.” Bucky chuckles “we want to do more.”

“Oh yeah about that post, it’s my daughter actually.” Tony beams at that. “She’s been helping the PR since last year. She is here somewhere.” you immediately ducked behind a nurse when your father, start looking your way.

“Hmm strange, I just saw here near the table.” Tony’s left eyebrow furrowed, thumb and index finger on his chin, try once again looking for you. ”Anyway, the small stages are yours.” Tony clapped his hands on Bucky’s shoulder and retreat to talk with other parents and a kid who was wearing a ninja turtle costume.

The stage was actually a small area in the front of the hall. There sat a guitar and bass acoustic with three microphones and three performance stools. A small amplifier sat next to the left stool and a black cajon box drum situated to the far right

Because not all the kids and parents can join the rest of the kids in the hall, The Howler promised to visit the kids in their rooms and serenade them.

The kids, their parents, volunteers, and nurses apparently ready to watch The Howler. The band just released a new song for a Superhero movie called ‘Live to Rise’. The song became an immediate number one hit on Billboard 200 and i-tunes, a rare circumstance for a rock alternative band in this EDM era.

Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Clint were already sat on their position. The acoustic version of their songs has that unbelievable tone that sat well with the non-boisterous audience they usually have. Despite your hate towards Bucky, you can’t help but appreciate their performance.

A brush to your right shoulder didn’t go unnoticed but the fact that you know who is it made you loosen up.

“Hi… didn't expect to see you here.”

“Hi Scott.” You smile at him. “neither did I.”

“Nice costume, by the way, Cassie needs to buy this one.” His eyes can’t help but admire your costume.

“Dad, who is the pretty pumpkin?” a chirp of girly voice beside Scott made you sneak a peek.

“Oh, this is my daughter Cassie.”

“Hi, Cassie.” Scott introduced you to his daughter and explaining why he doesn’t go on stage with the others. You immediately offer a costume for Cassie and some strolling visiting the kids if she is interested.

“Our soldier was heartbroken when you slammed the door in front of his face.”

You suddenly tensed “Soldier? I am not sure I have any idea what this is all about?” suddenly the hem of your pumpkin costume is more interesting than the other things happen in the hall.

A small laugh escapes from Scott but your attention was distracted by the music of the next song. Bucky blue-grey eyes suddenly met yours, a startling display on his face, although he suddenly recovered and smiled. The need to flee is intense but it doesn't deter you from looking his way.

Bucky left hands dance around the mahogany neck between the frets of his acoustic bass, but his eyes never leave you. Right fingers slapping, alternate with the thumbing and plucking across the strings, generate that clean tone with volume. To the common listener, the melody of his bass might be overshadowed by Clint’s guitar, but not for you.

Sure, you have seen Bucky playing the bass before, live, but now seeing the acoustic bass been played with such precision, those odd sensations pull you back again. The music finally comes to an end and it freaks you out a little bit, unwilling to talk to the man yet.

“Cassie, what about we visit the kids and give them the cards and the goody bags?” a sneaky look at the stage gives you a glance on what Bucky’s doing.

“I can borrow you some Captain Marvel costume or a Unicorn.” Slowly and calculated, you are ready to escape from the hall.

“Daddy, can I go with her?” Cassie jumps a bit, excited to dress as Captain Marvel.

“Yes Jellybean. Don’t go too long, uncle Bucky might want to meet her.”

***

The hectic Monday had never been Bucky’s favorite, but he will do anything to get the forgiveness he is fighting for.

He thought he would finally get to talk to the woman he so stupidly dishonored. When he saw you at the hospital, he can’t help but trying to show off a little bit of his skill – stupid, he knows. After the performance, he even asked Steve for a break because he was determined to find you. Unfortunately, the lucky stars aren’t on Bucky’s side and he was once again left disappointed.

The chilly November in New York was always the same but Bucky absolutely loved the colors before it turns all white and wet because of the snow. The south street on the central park was adorned with a beautiful color. Not only it has the yellow ginko and gray birch leaves, but this part of the street also has red black cherry and pin oak leaves as well as an orange leaves of tupelo trees. Unable to resist capturing the scenery, Bucky starts doing an Instagram live, things he rarely did because he usually just post things like pictures of shows, his bandmate or his instrument. After fifteen minutes of walking through central park, Bucky finally arrives in the west street, his destination.

At first, Bucky had an appointment with Natasha but it’s actually an excuse of his intention to meet you. Eventually, Natasha gave in and giving Bucky information on what class you have today. To be honest there is a slight of agitation on Bucky’s, afraid of to be dismissed and branded as a bit of a stalker by you. But, when he reminds himself of the thing he said to you, he seriously wants to reflect on his wrong and apologize sincerely.

“Excuse me, I am looking for someone.” Bucky meets a man with a blue button-up and khakis pants. He doesn’t look old, probably in his mid or late thirty. Bucky gives him your name and showing the picture from Natasha’s Instagram.

“You are looking for Monet?” he asks Bucky curios.

“Monet?” Bucky confused.

“Yes, Monet. She is in the class, you just need to turn to the left.” The man checking his watch and look at Bucky again. “Class will be over in a minute, you need to hurry if you want to meet her. She has an appointment with Prof. Pierce.”

“Thank you, sir?”

“Rumlow, Brock Rumlow.” Bucky shakes Brock hand and dashed to the classroom quickly. To his disappointment, everyone seems already finished and only several students stay in class. With a defeated sigh, Bucky exits the class and walks through the corridor. For a second he thinks he sees a familiar silhouette at the far end of the hall and when the figure turns around, Bucky’s eyes meet yours. He watched as your eyes widened in shock and you hurriedly ran to an open door that Bucky’s assumed is the professor’s office.

***

“Malyshka, when will you stop being childish?”

“What?” you eyeing Natasha, hurt with her accusation. ”What is this about Nat?”

“Remember Bucky?” you groaned at Natasha when she said that.

“Sestra please, that was months ago.”

“I know, I know.” Natasha walks and sat at the bed beside you. “But don’t you think it will be better if you appreciate his effort to apologize? or better, let him apologize.”

“He never tries to apologize.”

“The thing is you didn’t let him try, don’t you?” Nat arched her eyebrow.

“How did you even know this?” you pout at Natasha.

“Well, he called me yesterday when you pull that latest escape from the class. Not to mention when you slammed the door in front of him.” Natasha added when looking at you, waiting for an excuse.

Along sighed escaped for you when you recalled what happened that Saturday night.

A Saturday night well spent, that’s might be the correct term the night. Especially before the so-called arrogant someone, knock on Natasha brownstone house.

Since Friday afternoon, Natasha has been dragging you out from your cave – your bedroom. The first week of the new semester has been difficult for you. Although the elective class on liberal arts and history wasn’t that hard, coming back after a year break definitely, taking a toll on your performance.

Natasha has been very supportive since you take a break from school last year. She always tried to include you in her so-called socializing activity, because she believed that you are too naïve and need more exposure to the wild ride.

Here you are at the cute brownstone that she shared with her roommate Maria. Maria is an art curator at a museum in New York but now is out of town visiting her boyfriend.

Friday night has been spent hopping from bar to bar with Nat. Saturday morning you spent quite some time in central park. The lake and the bridge is your favorite spot to spend the day for hours. That evening, Natasha initiates to just spend time at her home. Binge watched Netflix and eating pizza.

Your stomach growls loudly and your check the clock, noticing that the pizza is over 10 minutes late.

You heard a knock on the door and check the clock on the wall again. The pizza guy arrived 15 minutes late. Running from the couch, your hand immediately reached out the knob and open the door.

The view behind the door or more correctly, the person, wasn’t someone you had hoped to see. You stare at him wide-eyed. Never in your life, did you envision to meet the douchewagon again. Without further ado, you slammed the door in front of him. You winced when the door frame rattle slightly, it seems you slammed it too hard.

“Where is the pizza?” Natasha curious when you are coming back empty-handed.

“Uhh…no. It’s not the pizza guy. It’s just someone knocking on the wrong door.” You avoid looking her in the eyes, because if you don’t, she will instantly know that you’re lying to her, immediately. Sometimes you think that Natasha will be better as a spy than a ballerina.

“It’s not my fault! When he arrives at your house unannounced, I freaked out.” You explained to Natasha, although it also wasn’t a lie.

“Malyska will you let him apologized next time?”

“Sestra, why is it so important for me to forgive Bucky? I know that Clint is your boyfriend…” you winked at Natasha. “but, this has anything to do with me forgiving him or him apologizing.”

“It is important because you are my best friend and my sister and Bucky is my dumb cousin, but I also love him.”

“Your what?” you gasp in shock surprise. “Why did I never know this? Nat, I thought you don’t have any family in the state.” You can’t believe that Natasha didn’t mention her family. You have been friends for ages, and she knows almost everything about you and your small family of four.

“Well…I just knew this recently when I celebrate my nana 80th birthday two years ago in upper east. Apparently, my aunt moved to the state after she finished her school and married Bucky’s dad who is an American.”

“Ok. You don’t have any obligation to tell me anything. I mean I might believe the rumors that your family is a mafia back in Russia.” A wide smile spread on your face and Natasha can’t help but giggling back at and throwing a pillow at you.

“Malyska, please give him a chance to explain himself. And he said he will do anything to gain your forgiveness so you might take advantage of that.” Natasha smiles mischievously at you and you can’t help but grin back at her.

***

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angryteapot · 5 years

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Imminent

Characters: Reader, Clint, and Steve (All platonic!)

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Language, Too much coffee (both a problem for irl me.)

Summary: You never stop working, and don’t know what sleep is until it beats you with a stick. AKA your body is fed up with your shit and shuts down. *Based on ‘Someone needs some sleep’ prompts (bolded in text)

A/N:@delicatelyherdreams is always yelling at me to sleep, so naturally I stay up and write this instead of complying. Also, thanks for the prompt list! I still feel personally attacked. <3

It was dark in the compound, so you figured it must be night or very early morning. You weren’t sure, as this was the first time you had come up for air in a while, since you were working ‘round the clock on your latest project in Tony’s lab.

You rubbed your tired, gritty eyes and shuffled down the hallway towards the kitchen. Your stomach was protesting the lack of nutrition, and your head was pounding an awful cadence that resonated behind your eyes. You rounded the corner and swore as you bumped into the wall, stumbling forward into the kitchen. Huh, you must be worse off than you initially thought, if you couldn’t even avoid basic obstacles like a solid wall.

You heard a tired chuckle from further in the kitchen, and your head snapped up to see who it was. “Somebody needs to make an appointment with the dream fairy,” Clint says while sipping from a mug and playing with one of his arrows. You stared dumbly at him, mouthing ‘dream fairy?’ with a cocked eyebrow.

He winced, apologizing, “Sorry, hard to break dad-mode after such a long vacation period.” You laughed lightly, asking how Laura and the kids were as you set about making a fresh pot of coffee. He said they were well, and started talking about some of the repair projects he and the kids had worked on, while you prepared yourself a sandwich.

You were making your sandwich on autopilot, nodding your head along to his story but not really registering what was said. He coughed pointedly and you could just sense his smile, you slowly turned to look at him, then turned your head back to where his finger was pointing. You found your hand limply holding the knife, your sandwich half smeared with salad dressing instead of your usual spread.

You sigh and sweep it into the trash with a dramatic flourish of your hand, “Welp, guess I’ll just die.” Clint looks amused as he takes another sip from his mug and says, “There’s some bleach under the sink, if I remember correctly.” The coffee machine beeps loudly, and your dull eyes spark in relief at the thought of the precious bean juice. “Tempting, but I think this steaming pot of espresso blend is just what the doctor ordered.”

You grab your mug from its place, a giant 64 oz. blue gag gift mug saying ‘I have the vocabulary of a well educated sailor’ in scripted gold letters. You pour the entirety of the fresh pot into the mug, nearly filling it to the brim. Behind you, you heard Clint’s disbelieving laugh. You forgo any kind of sweetener and take it black, carefully sipping at the mug that barely fits in both your hands. You shuffle over towards the archer, carefully sitting down next to him with a sigh.

Clint looks at you and slowly says, “Kid, I know I’m the last person on Earth who should be telling you this, but you need sleep, not coffee.” You simply raise an eyebrow at him as the mug covers more than half your face as you sip from it. He holds his hands up in defense, casting a longing glance at his now-empty mug. You sigh and push you mug towards him saying, “Don’t worry I slept for two hours. Probably. It might’ve been less.”

He shakes his head, and you can just feel the Dad Disappointment™ radiating off of him. “Kiddo, you know it’s bad if it’s coming from me. I know I’m the king of coffee and no sleep, but I think you’re beginning to take the cake on that title. Which is… a little insulting, actually, I’m not gonna lie.”

You laugh weakly, knowing that he’s right but, “Clint, I don’t have time for sleep!” I’ve been working on my new design, and I’m so close to perfecting it.” He takes back the nearly empty mug and just looks at you as he sips the last of the coffee. “Listen sweetheart, I can see it in your eyes - you’re gonna pass out in…” he checks his nonexistent watch, “In less than two hours. Don’t ask me how I know, it’s an unexplained gift.”

You flip him the bird as you stumble off the stool to rinse out your mug. You trudge back to the lab, shouting a ‘thank you’ back towards him. A curse slips from your lips as you bump into various walls and trip on your own feet as you make your way back to the lab. You feel drunk now, giggling stupidly at every little thing. Since when do you giggle? Shit a nugget, Clint was right. Even if you managed to make it back to the lab, there was no way you could focus on your work without messing something up.

You go to the lab anyways, tinkering with your design until you’re passed out face down on the workbench, your design papers stained with drool. You’re woken up some time later by Steve shouldering his way through the doors, calling out for Tony. You raise your heavy head, tossing a wrench in his general direction to get his attention.

It clatters somewhere on the floor, and Steve makes his way over to where he saw your hand throwing it. “(Y/N)? What are you doing in here this early? Are you… drunk?” You stare at him, not comprehending the word-stuff coming out of his mouth. He repeats his question, concern painting his features as he reaches down to check your temperature with his hand.

Your mouth tastes like stale coffee, and your words come out mumbled from the dehydrated feeling. “Dr’nk? Nooo, jus’ tired. Like, reeaaalllyy tired. Tell Clint he wins, m’kay? ‘M jus’ gonna…. Lay back down… right…”

“Whoa!” Steve catches you as you nearly fall off the bench. You yelp at the sudden feeling of falling, a little more awake now. Steve looks at your bloodshot eyes and rolls his own, mumbling about being too old to deal with self-destructive geniuses who don’t know when to rest. You feel a little nauseous as you feel your gravity shift, and peek open one eye to see what’s going on. You yelp again and tighten your grip on the tall super soldier who is now carrying you out of the lab.

The hand that’s not holding onto his neck for dear life, smacks him on the chest as you pout, “Put me down, Rogers! I have work to do!”

He only chuckles and says, “Sorry sweetheart, but if you go near any power tools right now, you’re liable to end up in the med bay. As it is, your designs had crayon scribblings saying ‘powered by 50 chickie nuggies’ and other nonsense which, I don’t even wanna know what that is. I’m confused as to how you found crayons to begin with.”

You groan and resign yourself to this fate of being carried like a child to forcible nap time. The whole walk there, Steve casually greets the other Avengers and staff as they pass in the hall, some laughing and taking photos, others just giving strange looks. Clint passes and nearly stabs himself with the arrow he’s playing with, as he’s doubling over with laughter. You crack an eye open and flip him off, Steve merely smiling and continuing on, saying over his shoulder, “She said you win; whatever that means.” Clint, the jerk, just laughs harder.

Once Steve makes it to your room, he eases your sleeping form onto the bed, likely lulled back to sleep by the steady sway of him carrying you. He’s tucking you in, but you stir awake and mumble, “Captain America is tucking me in. Are you real? Don’t you dare sing me a lullaby. You ‘prolly only know patriotic songs, ‘nyways. God bless ‘Merica, indeed. Such a sweetheart. Golden boooyy…”

Steve laughs as you trail a finger over his face, arm falling limply by your side as you succumb to sleep once more. He shakes his head fondly and walks to the door, quietly instructing F.R.I.D.A.Y. to initiate the Blackout Protocol. The expansive windows looking out at the forest tint to an obsidian black, and soft ambient music floats through the now-dark room. Steve smiles again as he hears a quiet, “Thanks Stevie.” He softly shuts the door and goes about his morning routine, glad that you’re finally (forcibly) getting some rest from being the Most Tired Avenger™.

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mxrvel-imxgines-blog · 6 years

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Avengers Fake Relationship Headcanons Pt.1

The hero of your choice has always liked you, maybe a bit more than they should’ve. When the opportunity presents itself for a situation that may or may not require a fake relationship, they take the opportunity just to spend time with you even if they feel like they don’t deserve it. What they don’t know is that you feel the same way, but neither of you know when to admit it.

Includes: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson

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Steve Rogers

It was necessary for a mission; you and him were following enemies through a foreign city trying to collect intel

You would slowly intertwine your fingers together as you walked through the streets, smiling up at him dreamily

He knew it was all for show, and his heart clenched agonizingly in his chest, which hadn’t happened since he had to say goodbye to Peggy before putting the plane into the water and again when she died

He smiled back anyway, sometimes even leaning down and brushing some hair out of your face lovingly

You’d blush as you watched him get dangerously close to your face, with such a strong look in his bright blue eyes you were sure there was something more between you two then faked feelings

At one point, the enemies had begun growing suspicious of the two of you so you cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to your height, initiating a passionate yet soft kiss so that they’d think nothing of the two of you

He was so flustered he almost froze but he remembered this was technically part of the mission so he wrapped his arms around you gently, lifting you slightly so you were nearly on your tippy toes

He tried not to focus too much on how your lips felt against his, how perfect this felt, and how as soon as the mission was over he’d never get the chance to do this again

He didn’t want to catch too many feelings but boy was he falling hard

“Hey doll, why don’t you come check this out?”

Later that night returning to your hotel room and updating the rest of the Avengers on how the mission was going

Getting ruthlessly teased by Tony and Sam

“Geez about time grandpa got a girlfriend!” even though you two weren’t really dating

There’s only one bed so you two have to share and neither one of you has a problem with it

Although your heart is racing at being so close to the Super Soldier that you can feel the heat radiating off of him, your chest is so uncomfortably tight that you can’t breathe because you know this’ll never happen afterwards

Tony Stark

Heading to an extravagant party together in an attempt to distract Tony’s competitors while Tony snuck around and hacked into their system to collect important data

Once that was completed, you two danced the night away and enjoyed yourselves

Tony ordering too many drinks and getting a bit tipsy, heavily flirting with you in the most inappropriate way

His hands would slide down your hips, gliding easily across your form-fitting dress

You were sure it was just the drinks that made him act so outgoing

It wasn’t

He was acting out on his unspoken feelings for you, feeling bold and deciding to pretend that he was drunker than he actually was, wishing that this could be a nightly occurrence for the two of you

He couldn’t get enough of the way you moved under his grasp, of how your smile seemed to light up the whole room when your eyes met, of how you made him feel so free from the worries of everyday life

He pushed every thought from his mind about how you’d never date a guy like him because of how snarky and self-centered he was and simply focused on the now

You ran your hands through his hair and laughed, your cheeks a bit red and Tony wanted to believe it was because of him and not the booze

A slow song came on and you turned, feeling exhausted and ready to take a break, when Tony pulled you into his chest

Your breath hitched in your throat, suddenly being to close to him, lips centimeters apart

You knew if you kissed him now that your unrequited feelings would eat you alive

You kissed him anyway, deciding to blame it on the booze later

Tony’s hand immediately holding you in place by the back of your neck, pushing deeper into the kiss because he never wanted to let you go

Bruce Banner

It was all a ploy to get back at your ex-husband who was constantly following you around and trying to win you back

He accepted hesitantly, not only because there were better ways of solving this issue (restraining orders existed for that purpose right?) but because he didn’t want to accidentally confess his desire to be yours

Going out for walks in the park, fingers barely hooked together

The cold was thankfully nipping at your cheeks, doing a good job of hiding your constant blush

Stopping at a small café for coffee to warm you up, and Bruce pays for yours and without even thinking says “Here you go, love” when he hands it to you

He wants to disappear as soon as the words leave his mouth, but you don’t seem offended or embarrassed by him, at least on the outside

You’re actually quite flustered, taking the coffee with a stuttered thank you

He thinks your stutter is from the cold, refusing to believe he actually made you feel something towards him other than embarrassment

As you walked back through the park towards your apartment, you squeezed his hand tightly and smiled at him

He smiles back and wishes you would smile like that all of the time because it suits you so well and makes you absolutely glow

You never want the moment to end but realize it’s going to as soon as you get home

You glance out of the corner of your eye and realize your ex-husband is still pursuing you, watching you and Bruce intently

You pull Bruce aside, whispering the situation into his ear

He gives you a reassuring smile and nods, then slides his hand into your hair and leans in to give you the most gentle kiss in the world, making your ex-husband storm off

As soon as he pulls away, he realizes that maybe he shouldn’t have kissed you, as he was only torturing himself with something he didn’t deserve and couldn’t have

Thor Odinson

You had stupidly posted a picture of you and Thor on your social media and your family immediately assumed that you two were dating

When your sister invited you to her upcoming wedding, she specifically insisted that you bring your “tall, handsome lover ;)”

With that settled, you easily convinced Thor to accompany you for the day

He was very polite and sociable the entire time, and whenever someone had asked a question regarding your relationship, he always answered it with love in his eyes and gently guided his large hand down the small of your back, pulling you closer towards him

You always blushed whenever he did this, almost feeling a shock run through your veins

Thor would never actually admit that he was zapping you on purpose to get a reaction out of you; believing that whenever he did so you turned a darker shade of pink and finding it incredibly adorable

Even for a Midgardian, you were very beautiful and intelligent, and Thor was enjoying every second he got to spend with you at this earthly ceremony of love

He was very interested in the entire ceremony, watching intently as your sister and her new husband exchanged vows and kissed, and Thor’s eyes trailed over to you seeing how your eyes were so lit up

In that moment he wanted to kiss you but deemed it inappropriate at the time

Slow dancing with Thor later that night, quickly teaching him how Midgardian dancing worked

Basically drawing attention from everyone as you spun around effortlessly, hearing whispers from all around

“how beautiful” “they’re made for each other”

You wished that this could’ve been a frequent occurrence as you felt so confident in his arms

When you finished, you panted, staring into each other’s eyes with such passion and ferocity

whether it was fate or not, you were drawn to one another and you kissed him, quickly pulling away and looking away nervously

Thor suddenly felt disheartened, believing that he made you feel embarrassed when in reality you were filled with butterflies and dread because you believed that you had just ruined your friendship

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Trench Horror

A short story about a World War 2 soldier making his way through a trench after a battle. I had been tossing this idea around in my head for the longest time before I finally got it down on paper. Never came up with an actual title though, so I’ll just throw the working title on here and call it good.

Lightning cracks open the sky as torrential rain continues its downpour. I walk through the deep, swampy trench with caution, my Winchester loaded with the last few shells I have. The mucky floor of the trench is filled with nearly half a foot of water that seeps into my boots, drenching my wool socks and blistering my sore feet. The steep sides of the muddy corridor are topped with barbed wire and jagged caltrops; nowhere along this endless stretch of the trench have I seen a break in the bulwark. My head pounds and I stop frequently to vomit, but mostly I dry heave. My parasites must be upset at me for having nothing to eat. Occasionally, the corpse of a compatriot lies strewn in the trench in some unnatural, ungodly position. Just an hour ago, I saw the body of my brother hanging from the barbed wire. His mouth hung open and his one remaining eye was rolled far back into his head. I took little more than his dog tags and ammunition; I don’t believe my sister-in-law and nephew would appreciate seeing his tangled, grisly remains. I doubt I could have recovered him from the barbed wire anyways. I solemnly thanked my kin for the soggy rations and the shotgun shells, closed his eye, and left him behind to his wire-curtain grave. I continue through the trench. My mind drifts from lack of sleep and my steps falter and sway. Far off in the distance, I see through the flashes of lightning a tattered American flag blowing fiercely in the wind. I push forward. As I near the mast of the flag, I see it extends from a small stone pillbox that is built off the side of the trench. A few feet inside the the open archway, a wall blocks my sight into the room. I raise my shotgun and quietly move forward, keeping my eyes peeled. I move through the archway and up against the wall. My soggy boots squelch against the hard concrete floor. I peek around the wall and am startled by the sudden sight of a comrade. The man huddled in the pillbox is tall, thin, and pale. His piercing, sunken eyes regard me with caution, though he holds his Thompson down. His U.S. uniform matches mine. “Ho, brother,” I call out from behind the wall. “Hail,” he responds. His voice comes out nearly as a whisper, raspy and weak. He stands straight and weary still. “Where’s your company?” I ask after a moment’s silence. “Gone in the battle,” he responds without hesitation, “I am the only one left.” “In the same boat, friend,” I leave my cover and walk forward, hand extended. His bony hand greets mine; he is freezing to the touch, though his nose is as pale as the rest of his face. We chat for a short moment about the battle, then leave the pillbox together, back out into the endless trench. Though this man is strange and somewhat unsettling, I more than welcome his company, both to end the lonely silence and to have another set of eyes looking out for Jerries. ♦️ ♦️ ♦️ I snap back into focus only when the cries of wounded soldiers in the No Man’s Land echo through the hollow battlefield. My fellow countryman has made some ground ahead of me, more than a stone’s throw away. He stands deadly still looking over the wall of the trench, his eyes focused on a vague something in the distance. I pray for a second wind as I trudge onwards towards him. “What has your attention?” I ask, an eyebrow cocked at him. He does not move. I follow his stare for only a brief second before he turns and continues down the trench. “Come,” he says under his breath. I search the distant lands for a few more moments before following him. My finger rests on my trigger. ♦️ ♦️ ♦️ We have been walking for what seems like days now, though I read only three hours through the shattered face of my pocket watch. The small hand is at three, the large straight upwards. The dark sky tells me it is early morning, but I have been deceived by smoke and soot before. My pale comrade marches forward with admirable stamina and determination. Every mile or so, he peeks his head up like a gopher and scans the No Man’s Land around us. He’s led me confidently through turns and twists in the maze we call a trench. His shrewd eyes dart back and forth, checking every corner with his Thompson in hand, ready to unleash a storm of .45-caliber. Once more his head pops up and gazes about the No Man’s Land. This time, though, it seems he’s caught something. His pale blue eyes meet mine for a brief moment, enough to tell me to follow. I crouch down and pull my Brodie to my brow. He bounds forward like a cat stalking prey. I follow, clumsy in comparison. A large intersection in the trench greets us from fifty feet out. He stops and takes cover behind a pile of torn sandbags. I stack up closely behind him. We wait a few moments, I gladly take the rest. The thunder has picked up; the chance of combat makes me associate the strikes with artillery barrages. I grow restless again, shifting back and forth in my spot. Suddenly, lightning strikes close behind me and I jump out from behind cover and bolt to the intersection; they are pushing the artillery up, we must move. The intersection I’m approaching has a small dug-out and a few boxes I can use as cover. I leap into the intersection and, just before reaching a crate, am shredded by a pair of MP40s and an M30 Luftwaffe from my right. I crash to the ground and against the trench wall, dropping my Winchester; my torso and right arm have been riddled. The Axis hoop and holler in victory for a short moment before a short spray of bullets comes from behind me and paints them across the trench wall. The pale soldier moves in and tosses an empty stick-clip to the ground, loading another into his death machine. He moves to the bodies and, strangely to me, stands over each for a minute. Mud and blood from above the trench soaks down my coat. I try crying out for help but my lungs give me no air to call, I must be hit pretty bad. I throw off my helmet and soon realize the severity of my condition. I look down and notice holes shot clean through my chest and stomach. My right arm has been blown off and buried under the mud god-knows-where. Pain shoots through my body and I reel back against the trench wall. I cry out in pain but make no noise other than a strange, humiliating whimper. I grasp my stump with my remaining hand and look beady-eyed at the pale soldier, who is approaching me now. My eyes wet with tears as he takes one step after another. I watch his sunken face fade into a bleach-white skull, his eyes mold to pure ivory. In one bony, skeletal hand, a Thompson submachine gun; the other, a scythe. I feel judgement upon me; the judgement for my war crimes and for my transgressions against humanity. The pain I’ve inflicted on the battlefield comes back tenfold as the pale soldier passes on punishment. I realize now his purpose; to make humanity face their well-deserved doom. An agent of death -- no, Death himself. O’ Death, what a well deserved retaliation. How appropriate that his uniform match mine. His alabaster eyes stare into mine, his figure now seems a giant looking down upon me. Lightning cracks the sky one second; the next, his blade is raised skywards. I stare stupidly up at him and sink further back into the mud of the trench. I hear the scythe slice through the air.

#world war 2 #writing #short story #edger #death

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