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Reluctant Vacation // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: The niece of the infamous Kenny Ortega had its advantages and disadvantages, you received insight on his projects but felt guilty saying no. Kenny seeing the exhaustion pulling you down invites to the set of Julie and the Phantoms where you rediscover your love with the field.

Warning: Swearing and fluff.

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The sigh came from deep in your chest wanting to drop to the floor for an exhaustion induced nap, but an airport wasn’t the best place. Large sunglasses obscured people from seeing the deep bags under your eyes on the way to the film lot. It was coming full circle, the change different from the frantic schedule you had had recently. When Kenny called you hadn’t hesitated in packing and buying a ticket.

“Miss Y/L/N?” The voice pulled you from your thoughts as a man holding a card with your name displayed. He was of Puerto Rican descendent with a young girl beside him with similar features, “I’m Ricardo. This is my daughter Madison.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m-“

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Madison supplied with a beaming grin on her face having recognized you from your role as Sabrina in The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina along with movies.

All you could do was send a fragile smile in response after a long sleepless flight to Canada.

Madison’s eyes saddened at the exhaustion you carried, “I can fangirl later. You looked really tired.”

“Kenny saw and asked me to come over the guise of help, but he knows I need a break. He’s lucky I don’t need to be on set for a few weeks.” You replied, covering a yawn as you found yourself at a car, the walk a blur.

Unintentionally you found yourself asleep in the backseat the moment you settled back there for the drive. You had filmed in Vancouver before, so it wasn’t a huge deal, and the Reyes’ duo didn’t have the heart to wake you up.

“We’re here,” Madison whispered with the back-car door opened. Your eyelids fluttering at her voice, giving Madison a closer look at your face.

Walking on set, you saw Kenny giving one of his pep talks before he cut himself off at the sight of you. The actors surrounding him furrowed their brows as the legendary director power walked to a person concealed behind Mads.

“Sweetheart.” Kenny beamed, pulling his niece in for a hug before leaning back to scan her features, “You need a nap.”

“I need to meet your new cast.” You snickered stepping around the man to the three actors he had abandoned to see you. You found amusement in their widening eyes at the sight of the Y/N walking to them.

“Oh, my shit.” Owen gasped freaking out as the actress co-starring in the new Spider-Man trilogy came closer.

Last night Owen, Charlie and Jeremy had hosted a movie night in the rented apartment the first two rented. They had quickly made their way through Captain America: Civil War before watching the following movies with Spider-Man. You had a cameo in Captain America: Civil War before becoming a star in Homecoming and Far From Home.

“We manifested her.” Charlie hissed frantically fixing his set costume growing a blush at the smile you wore. He could feel the hair stylist on standby glaring at his tousled locks.

The girl in question came to a stop before the three guys portraying the phantoms of the show in the second season. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the expressions each one of them had.

“Hello.” You greeted flattered when the tall blonde one turned a blossom pink at the voice of an angel. Charlie and Owen had developed celebrity crushes on you.

In revenge, Tori, a returning choreographer and background character, saw Charlie’s expression along with a familiar girl. After filming season one ended the previous year you had stopped by during the filming process of CAOS to catch up with Kenny. Tori had been there and you two became friends.

“Hey!” Tori grinned, pulling you into a hug, “These three binged your MCU movies last night, and Charlie’s wallpaper is you.”

“Tori!”

“This is what you get for telling Booboo about the poster!” Tori called to the Canadian boy jogging out his area. Charlie’s cheek darkened more than Owen’s as your smile grew bigger.

“No worries Ghost. Luke definitely my favourite character and gotta say you should have been on Charmed more than two episodes.” You supplied walking backwards to Kenny once more yearning for a night’s rest after the flight.

“Holy shit.” Charlie choked smacking Jeremy’s arm repeatedly, “She knows me. Oh, oh, OH. She’s seen me-“

 “-Getting it on for a scene.” Jeremy snickered as his friend grew more and more flustered, “That was tame compared to her and Tom going at it.”

Charlie’s face dropped being reminded of the explicit scene you had done with Tom Holland in the movie that came out near the end of 2020. The Devil All the Time was the only film out of the MCU you had done with Tom. You had played the promiscuous daughter of a devout, loyal churchgoer and close friend of the preacher.

“Didn’t they date for a few months?” Owen questioned thinking back to the media mayhem during the virtual press for the film.

Owen was correct with the chemistry between you and Tom it was natural you would do interviews together via shared video chats. Charlie watched every single one that came out with interest. He hadn’t even expected the film to do so dark and explicit, but you had a natural talent.

“English, handsome, actor-“ Charlie started to list off on the English actor with a far more extensive list of credits. Charlie felt like a Canadian child in the city of Los Angeles compared to your leading man.

“-runs a charity with his family.” Jeremy continued raising one eyebrow, “At least he isn’t tall. You’d be fully screwed.”

Charlie shoved his teasing friends away with a smirk of his own as the trio continued on to the film. Charlie put his feelings on the back burner to focus on the storyline and emotions of the scene.

“Spider-Man Three baby!” The English accent shouted from the phone with only an ocean separating the two actors. Tom hadn’t even greeted you before screaming at the news you both received; despite the scripts from a few weeks prior the sequel had fully been greenlighted

Your head tossed back at the childlike glee on the older adult, clearly displaying the two years really mean he was two years old. After meeting on the set of Civil War along with Harrison, you had become friends. Followed with the following MCU appearances, it had been a surprise to be cast in Devil All the Time.

“Insane.” You started making your way through the set to where Kenny had texted you from. It was closing to the end of your vacation.

In the few weeks, you had reconnected with Tori on her breaks along with becoming good friends with the cast members. Something clicked between you and the core four of the show even if Madison sometimes still got starstruck.

“Did you read the script?” Tom questioned quirking his infamous eyebrow his fans wholly adored. You found it amusing, to be honest, that every character he portrayed had the same eyebrow.

“Not fully. I’m surrounded by people, and unlike you, I prefer not to jeopardize my career with marvel.” You teased glancing up as Charlie and Owen made their way over, “I’ll be flying out in a few days for filming.”

Tom nodded his head, “I got get back. Jacob and Haz are visiting. Remember to film the announcement! Bye Love!”

You gave a thumbs up before Tom ended the facetime glancing up at the duo who each raised their eyebrows. Charlie’s mask nearly breaking at Tom’s goodbye. Charlie could feel the cover of his feelings falling more and more each day.

“Announcement?” Owen questioned, slipping his jacket on over his shoulders having changed from his Alex outfit.

“Nothing.” You waved it off, starting to walk backwards with a smile that Charlie thought made your eyes shine brighter than stars.

The boys followed behind on the walk to the house Jeremy and Carolynn had decided to rent during filming. You had been crashing there as Jeremy didn’t want Carolynn to be alone with his filming schedule. It also gave the perfect place for your plan. Last few nights you had binged the marvel movies again ending with Far From Home.

The living room was decked out by Carolynn with your help from earlier as she was the only know that knew. Everyone settled in the living room with Mr Reyes there as well who had quickly become a father figure to you.

“So, I wanted everyone here for a reason. I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been reading a script and I have something to open.” You started thanking Jeremy as he brought in the package, he had no clue of the contents, “Now nobody says any spoilers for season two.”

You turned on the camera Paul Becker had supplied with a small smile having already filmed the opening sequence. You sat on the floor in the camera shot, opening the big box to hand out the smaller boxes to your friends. Charlie, Owen, Jeremy, Madison, Savannah, Booboo and every else glanced at the non-descript red box.

“Open them.” You urged grinning as the room went silent except for the tape ripping off the packages.

In each individual box was marvel themed candy, a plushie of Spider-Man along with signed cards from the Avengers actors and the MCU Spider-Man cast. At the very bottom, all it said was to look up at you. Instead of facing them with their looks of shock, you addressed the camera.

“Tom and I are so incredibly happy to announce that Spider-Man 3 is in the beginning process of filming.” You beamed at the camera listening to the intense noise of your friends screaming, “we can’t reveal anything else about the film, but the script is immaculate as usual. You’ll get to see Harper on the screen once more.”

“WHAT!” The collective scream behind you came as you waited a second before ending the video. You’d have to replay it before sending to marvel for the finishing touches with Tom’s version and then you could post it on Instagram.

“Surprise!” You spoke to the group behind you all in states of excitement, “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to tell you guys! I got the script a few days before I came.”

“Holy shit.” Owen spoke, laughing at he shook his head, “You managed to get autographs from fucking Iron Man himself.”

“I got connections.” You snorted meeting the gaze of Charlie, “Nah, Downey’s kids came for a visit, and I kept them company. Downey offered to do anything, and I took the favour.”

The surprise wore off as the group mingled, but Charlie’s eyes stayed pinned to your form as you sent a message to Tom. Locking your phone to noticed his eyes.

“Hey Charlie.” You smiled, sitting on the couch next to him. His expressive eyes showing a silver screen of emotions you couldn’t quite decipher.

The corner of his mouth tilted up in response to the way his name rolled off your tongue, sending his heart stuttering. A cold sweat appearing when you grasped his hand in yours in a confident manner.

“So, you leave soon?” Charlie murmured moving closer to hear you among the chatter of the group. Your lips turned down for a split second as you felt the sadness of leaving.

It was refreshing to be on set without the demands of makeup, costumes, filming and choreography. To see the action and magic but not be part of it was a definite change you had needed desperately. But to leave Charlie hurt.

“My call time is in three days. Need to get ready to bring Harper Osbourne back to the big screen.” You replied, loosening your grip on his hand, “I don’t really want to go back. I’m gonna miss you…and everyone else of course.”

Unaware to the eyes watching in anticipation you and Charlie conversed further on the upcoming months. To the great disappointment of the house began to clear out, Owen for an early call time. Savannah was meeting with her brother, and Mr Reyes was taking Madison home.

It left Jeremy and Carolynn to retire to their bedroom while you stayed on the couch with Charlie for longer. The emotions building from the prior weeks, bubbling to the surface. Hearts thudding in their chest Charlie leaned in glancing at your lips; yours glancing at his.

Who moved first couldn’t be known, but as your lips brushed together just barely you felt grounded and peaceful. If he leaned closer, you wonder what the kiss would make you feel.

“I’d like to kiss you.” Charlie murmured startled at the confidence he had gained, “But before I do. Do you have something with Tom?”

“Other than onscreen chemistry? Absolutely nothing.” You spoke barely louder than a whisper to the boy that had become so much more than some actor.

He was Charlie. The goofy boy that put a smile on anyone’s face with an impromptu concert in the middle of a crowded street. He lived life to the fullest without any regrets. He was passionate about his work, music and the environment.

Those thoughts evaporated when lips met another pair of lips in what might be described as the best kiss ever. No fireworks felt as Wattpad would say, but instead, it was the heady warmth of hot chocolate on a cold day; a warm shower after a long stressful day. It was home and perfect.

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[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

hi! hope the new year is going well for you so far!! could i request sfw alphabet for karube pls? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 i really appreciate that you're writing for aib!

You’re welcome! Here’s your request! 🥰

SFW Alphabet | Daikichi Karube

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character: Daikichi Karube

Genre: fluff

*this is based in real life, not in the Borderlands

A - Affection

(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I can definitely see him being quite affectionate

He gives off the vibe that his love language is quality time

He would show affection through just staying by your side

He wouldn’t even necessarily have to be touching you

When you go out for dinner with your friends, he would always make sure you’re sitting next to him

Yeah his affection would come through as just being around you

B - Best Friend

(What would they be like as a best friend?)

He would be so chaotic

There would never be a boring moment when he’s your friend

He’s definitely the loud extroverted friend, so if you’re more quiet and introverted he would like adopt you

Would be so defensive of his best friend, like no one can ever say shit that even potentially hurts your feelings otherwise they’ll take his fist to their face

He would send you countless snapchats everyday of him just doing the dumbest shit

C - Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s a tall man, so if you’re more small then he would engulf you

Playful cuddles 24/7

Tackles you into the couch when he wants to cuddle

You don’t get a choice, no matter what you’re doing, if he wants cuddles, he’s getting them

He would love to have you sitting on his lap while he scrolls on his phone or watches tv

D - Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

You can’t tell me otherwise, this man is such husband material

Such loving husband vibes

He would do most of the house work when you move in together

So sweet, would always offer to clean up after dinner and help you with the dishes

Cooking wise, I really think it wouldn’t be his strong point

But he would love being your assistant in the kitchen while you cooked

E - Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think he would be really mature about the situation

If he had to break up with you, he would tell you straight up

It would be the healthiest break up you could possibly have

He would hate to drag you on when he didn’t feel the same way anymore

Would be upset for a few weeks, but would definitely want to stay friends with you after you’ve both recovered

F - Fiancé(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’d probably want to get married rather quickly

Why wouldn’t he? If he truly loves you, he’d want to give you his everything, including his future

(After seeing how he wanted to propose to the woman from the bar he worked at, even though she was already dating someone else)

Yeah, he wouldn’t rush it, but he would definitely keep it in his mind quite early into the relationship

G - Gentle

(How gentle are they, physically and emotionally?)

Gentle giant vibes

He likes to have his fun being a little bit chaotic and rough around you, but majority of the time he would be gentle, making sure you feel safe and happy around him

Emotionally, no offense, but I feel like he’d be a bit dumb

He wouldn’t know how to handle negative emotions, or you opening up to him about problems

But you would always be able to tell he was trying his hardest

Might say things that he wouldn’t mean or sometimes sound a bit insensitive, but he always has good intentions

H - Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often would they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are his most favourite thing in the world

You would never be able to escape his hugs

Back hugs 24/7

Sometimes he would run up to you from behind and just throw himself against your back

Usually only does that if he hasn’t seen you in a while though

His hugs would last forever, he would take forever to let go of you

Tight hugs, he would squeeze you close to him so tightly, you cheek smooshed up against him

I - I Love You

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

Probably a good couple of weeks

When he does eventually say it, it has so much meaning and love behind it

He would probably say it when you’ve had a shitty day and gone over to his house to be consoled

Didn’t even realize he said it until he saw the look on your face

Would say it every day from then, whether it be in person, over the phone or over text

J - Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when their jealous?)

I don’t think he would get jealous too often

He’s more of the protective type rather than the jealous type

He trusts that you love him and would never choose someone else over him

The only thing he would act strangely about is if you spend day after day at someone’s house

He would feel a bit neglected and lonely, but would always cheer himself up by hanging out with Alice and Chota

But if some guy was to ask you out when he was there, he wouldn’t be aggressive about it

He would probably just politely state that you’re taken

Yes, much gentleman

K - Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where would they like to be kissed?)

He would live for heated kisses

Like really passionate ones that you would have on a really romantic night together

But he would also adore just the small little pecks you give each other when one of you was leaving the house

He would love kissing you so much that sometimes you would have to push him off your lips just so you could breath

Aggressive kisses all the time though

L - Little Ones

(How are they around children?)

You can’t convince me otherwise, he would make the best dad in the world

Perfect husband material and father material, he’s a deluxe edition

Would love toddlers and could spend hours playing with them

Every kid loves him, there’s not one kid that’s scared of him cause he has the most friendly personality

If you have little cousins or nephews/nieces, he would never leave them alone

Definitely can see him having like 20 children

M - Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy mornings are the best mornings

He most likely sleeps in, unless he has to get up and go somewhere

Takes him like an hour to crawl out of bed

Yeah he wouldn’t be a morning person

You would sometimes have to jump on him to wake him up

Or drag his ass off the bed

But most of the time when you try he just sits up and drags you back into bed with him and cuddles you

He wouldn’t ever let you go, once he has you in his clutch you might as well give up

N - Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

At night I feel he would become more energetic

Some nights you would sit on the couch together and watch horror movies while drinking wine

He would go to sleep late on most nights

If you’re an early sleeper, he would kiss you goodnight then stay up on his own for a little while

But when he finally comes to bed, he would pull your against his chest and fall asleep with you tucked underneath his chin

Wouldn’t be able to sleep without touching you

If it’s too hot to cuddle, he would just hold your hand

O - Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

He seems like the kind to just be an open book

He wouldn’t have much about himself to hide, unless the topic was super personal

You would be the only person he would tell though

He would become more and more trusting as the relationship progresses

The first time he would open up to you seriously would probably be around 7 months into dating

You two would’ve sat together on a park bench on a late night, probably a bit too drunk for your own good, and Karube would’ve opened up about his personal life

I feel like Karube is the sort to hold his problems in, but they would eventually all overflow and come out after a minor inconvenience happens

That’s what would’ve caused him to share his true problems and feelings with you on that night

P - Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

He definitely has trouble managing his anger

He can sometimes get a bit physical when he’s angry

Don’t get me wrong, he would never hurt you

But if some random guy was to insult you in the street, oh no

Karube would see red

In terms of relationship arguments, he would find it really hard to stay mad at you

Would probably get more annoyed at the fact that he can’t be mad at you when he should be

He’s too sweet and too loving to his close ones to ever hurt or yell at them

If he truly was mad though, would just go on a short walk to get rid of his stress

Q - Quizzes

(How much would they remember about you?)

He would remember quite a bit I think

I mean it wouldn’t be every little detail, but he would remember important things

There would be rare occasions where he would forget one of your family members names or forget your favourite colour

But it would never matter too much and he would always just laugh it off with you

R - Remember

(What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite memory he has of you two would be a date you went on when you went to a giant arcade together late at night

He loved watching you be so amused by all the games and laugh your head off at each others jokes

You would’ve been so competitive with each other at the car racing games, yelling and having the time of your lives

Afterwards you probably went and got ice-cream together and sat at the beach underneath the moon

Karube would love this memory because he would always treasure the amount of fun you both had and the constant smile on your face that was caused by him

S - Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oooooo boy. Even if someone breathed at you wrong this man would have a go at them

Big strong man coming to protect you

He’s like a barrier, like if someone kind of dodgy tried to talk to you, yeah not today fam unless you want to crack a punch over the noggin’

If you two were walking in an area that seemed kind of sketchy, Karube would pull you so close to him you would practically be on top of him

He wouldn’t ever be afraid to put himself in between what’s potentially going to hurt you/his family, no matter the situation

Although sometimes you do get worried that someone might hurt him really bad one day, but until then Karube will remain as stubborn as he is

T - Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Would put so much effort into things it would be ridiculous

Definitely plans anniversary dates like a month before they even happen

Always buys super expensive gifts for you, like jewelry and designer clothing

Likes spoiling his baby a lot

On anniversaries, he would bring you to a fancy restaurant and have a really romantic dinner with you

Then bring you to a club and spend the rest of the night dancing to funky music together

U - Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I feel like he would forget to clean things up sometimes

I mean he wouldn’t be unbearable messy, but he would just leave the occasional bowl or drinking glass where it shouldn’t go

Maybe a few piles of unwashed clothes here and there

But if you asked him to clean, he wouldn’t argue and would just do it

He would hate doing the laundry, probably would be the only house chore he’d truly despise

V - Vanity

(How concerned are they about their looks?)

Not that concerned

It doesn’t matter that much to him what he looks like

But he would always keep his beard/mustache short

His style of clothing would be pretty much the same every day

If you and him were going out on a casual date though, he would try to touch himself up

Maybe some gel in his hair and a nice jacket to go with his outfit, but nothing too out there

W - Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You would probably be his safe space where he can project his daily worries onto

He would feel quite lost without you, because he bottles things up

And not having you around to look after him while he’s emotionally vulnerable would make him really stressed and upset

His negative emotions come out in anger, so he would become a bit scary if he doesn’t share his feelings enough

You would make him feel more grounded and more stable

X - Xtra

(A random headcanon for them.)

I have a feeling he would use really cheesy pickup lines with you

Even after you would’ve been dating for years, he’d still come up with ones he’s never said before

At the most random of times as well

One time he poked his head in while you were in the shower just to tell you a pick up line

It would be such a weird quirk of his, but you would adore it and his stupid pick up lines anyway

Y - Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He has a thing about cockroaches

Never would he ever touch one, no matter how badly you had to get rid of it

He would be able to take care of spiders, wasps, moths, but cockroaches was where he drew the line

If he saw one, would probably be super over dramatic and spray a shit ton of bug spray on it

In terms of in a partner, he would never be able to be with someone who spent most of their time indoors

He understands that the serenity of home is super comforting, but he would rather be out having fun than staying at home all day

Z - Zzz

(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He takes up 80% the bed

Spreads out like a starfish, more than often almost pushing you off

You wouldn’t know if he did it consciously or not, but it would become so annoying if it was distracting you from sleeping

Sometimes you would sit up and just lay across him as use him as a mattress

As he sure seems to fit the space of one

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[clandonnachaidh]

Light Across The Seas That Severed

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It always surprised Jamie Fraser, the things that made him think of Claire Beauchamp. Along with the usual triggers—the gut punch when he caught a whiff of someone wearing her signature perfume, the seizing of his heart when his eyes were automatically drawn to messy brown curls on a stranger walking down the high street, the ache in his chest when someone walked past who had the same cadence as her laugh—it was the small, unexpected ones that hurt the most.

He could be walking into the village and see her hair in the colours of the water as it ruffled over the rocks in the burn, so real to him that it felt as though he could reach out and tangle it through his fingers. His carefully curated playlist would end and Spotify would betray him, blasting a song that he had kept at bay, conjuring memories of the two of them dancing like fools on the nights that they laughed so loud that it seemed even the walls shook as they brushed their teeth in the cramped bathroom of their dorm.

It was torture. A delicious kind, but torture nonetheless. One that he had thought to turn into prose—at the recommendation of his therapist. It had been explained to him that grief and loss were themes that could be explored in ourselves if we attempted to write them from another’s perspective. And so here he was now, years after she had left him, sitting at his late father’s desk with a whisky in one hand and a pen in the other, trying to make sense of what had happened and how he had ever been stupid enough to watch silently as her light, his Sorcha, slipped from his life.

On yet another night spent in the same position—the room dark with only a lamp beside him to illuminate the black moleskin notebook—he reclined, the chair creaking under his weight. His father’s old office chair, with it’s worn leather and rusty hinges, wasn’t built to accommodate a man of his size but he’d found that it actually helped to coax the words from his brain, as though the physical discomfort made his emotional pain easier to access. He seemed to need a little nudge to allow himself to sink deeper into parts of his past that he had spent so long trying to keep locked away.

When the whisky finally made him brave enough to open the door, the memories flooded out onto the paper: the sight of her pink lips pouted in frustration as she struggled to lift her belongings from the boot of the taxi on the first day of university, the first time she laughed at one of his terrible jokes (why do the French only use one egg to make an omelette, Sassenach? Because one is an oeuf!), the first time he helped her into her coat and his fingertips brushed the skin behind her ear (their maiden voyage to the on campus coffee house, faces taut in disgust as they realised that their unrelenting back and forth had caused their coffees to go cold). He wrote about falling in love with his best friend and why he had wasted so much time worrying about how to tell her.

Jamie had spent hours, days, months, sitting in his father’s chair, consumed by the fruitless pursuit of trying to plot the points of their relationship. Although he could vividly picture the scenes, he didn’t recognise the people anymore. He had been young, too young by half to know what he wanted out of life and she had been more than he could have dreamed of. He had fallen in love with her instantly, as he was sure most people did at the sight of one Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp. But that was years ago and they had both changed, she was living her life in Boston as a brilliant surgeon while Jamie languished in Lallybroch, living in his old bedroom while his sister and her family had the run of the house.

The burn of the whisky slipping down his throat was a pleasant distraction but the batch still made his eyes water slightly and he made a mental note to tell Ian that the recipe could still do with some tweaking before it could be sold under the Mac Dubh name. He had made a modest success of himself, that was true, now the creator of the fourth highest selling whisky in Scotland. Broch Tuarach had changed from a small farming village that nobody really knew of to the home of one of Scotland’s largest and most successful distilleries, and Jamie was often credited with bringing jobs and tourists to the village in numbers that hadn’t been seen before. There had been a boom in the local economy allowing the village to thrive and he was seen as a pillar of the community, people jokingly referring to him as Laird, or the more familiar Himself, when he passed them in the street although the official title was held by some landowner that lived down south somewhere and had only stepped foot in the area once.

Still, he thought, this batch wasn’t ready for marketing just yet. Jamie put the glass down, rubbed his tired eyes with his even more tired fingers and decided to call it a night, making his way down the hall to his bedroom. His limbs felt heavy as he went through the motions of getting ready for bed. Finally stripping off his shirt and jeans and crawling under the covers, he cast a cursory glance at the phone he had left charging on the bedside table.

Sassenach

Missed call 23.02

He screwed his eyes shut before opening them again as if to knock some sense into them but the notification was still there. The rough pad of his thumb hovered over it, almost afraid that if he attempted to open it, it would cease to exist. He pressed the lock button once to blacken the screen, paused, and then pressed it again to bring it into view and still it remained.

It must have been an accident, a slip of the hand while she was trying to call someone else. He reminded himself of the time difference, it would be the early evening where she was and she could be tired after a long day or maybe even rushing between surgeries. She probably hadn’t even noticed that she had called him. He had to fight his inflating ego when he considered the fact that she still had his number, but blushed in shame as he recalled the frightened face of the poor spotty teenage lad in the phone shop who he had made swear that he wouldn’t lose any contacts or photos when he upgraded to his new handset.

Realising that he was now sat straight up in his bed, his heart beating a slightly faster staccato than usual, he opened the notification. Just seeing her name (or rather, his name for her) on his screen again did things to his body that he wasn’t in control of. His hands felt clammy while his mouth was dry. This was different than just scanning her Facebook page in the dark, looking at her perfectly posed pictures that she chose to share, and lamenting the absence of candids that he had so loved taking when they were friends. She found one of them once, one he had snapped of her the day that they had taken the ferry over to the Isle of Arran for a few nights. Knowing that she didn’t have any remaining family, he had insisted that she spend the summer break from university at Lallybroch with his family and she had happily accepted. However, after a few nights in Jamie’s massive ancestral home, filled with more Fraser bodies than they could count, he promised to take her away for a few days of peace and had driven her to the ferry terminal at Claonaig without divulging their destination. They had been blessed with a beautiful summer’s day for the crossing to Lochranza and he’d thanked God that he managed to keep his breakfast in his stomach. Or rather, that he almost had until they were in sight of the island. Jamie had burst from his seat and had made it to the toilet just in time for his stomach to erupt, sweat dampening his brow until his wame was empty. Shivering and definitely worse for wear but at least grateful in the knowledge that there was nothing else to come up, he had returned to the deck of the ferry to see Claire out in the sun, her forearms resting on the railing as she looked out over the water. The way that her hair whipped up in the wind made Jamie’s chest tighten and before he knew it, he had taken out his phone and snapped a picture.

Months later, Claire had snagged his phone from the table of the bar that they were sat in, too quick for Jamie. She quipped an eyebrow at him in victory, chastising him that he had yet to show her pictures of his latest niece when she stumbled across the photo. He watched as her throat bobbed, swallowing emotion that he wished he could taste before looking at him straight in the eye. Without being asked, he told her that he couldn’t help himself. And she smiled shyly before cooing about Jenny’s new daughter.

The memory flooded his senses and Jamie closed his eyes, filling his lungs with a deep breath for a count of four, holding it for a count of four and then letting it out for six in a vain attempt at calming his racing mind. His whole body felt as though it was vibrating, alive for the first time in what he could remember at the mere <em>thought</em> of Claire Beauchamp.

It took Jamie a second to realise that the vibration wasn’t coming from his body. Or rather, it was, but from a specific part of his body. His hand, the one that was holding his phone, was shaking rhythmically, the screen bright against the darkness of the rest of the room.

Sassenach calling…

The breath jittered from his lungs as he tried to take a steady breath. Watching, almost as though someone else was moving his body as he thumb accepted the call and he slowly raised the phone to his ear.

“Claire?”

On the other end of the phone, he heard her let out a heavy breath. His heart seized as he listened to her break, all too familiar with the sound of her crying.

“Claire, are ye hurt? Tell me what’s—“

“Frank is dead.”

Ice fell heavy in his chest at the sound of her voice before he even took stock of the words that she had uttered. To hear her voice again.

“Oh, lass… Mo chridhe, I am so sorry,” he whispered the words, truly meaning them as he wished for nothing but her happiness. Anything to bring her from the pain that she was feeling.

“He— oh God, he’s dead. He’s really dead.”

He knew in that moment that he would cross oceans for her simply to bring her peace. He had always known the truth of what they shared, how he responded to her call but nothing had prepared him for the tsunami of pure need that he would experience when he heard her cry down the phone about her dead husband.

“I’m sorry, mo chridhe, I’m so sorry,” he repeated at the sound of her hyperventilating, his shoulders creeping up around his ears as he wished he could bear the pain for her, “What do you need, Claire? Anything.”

“He’s in the ground,” she whispered as though saying it out loud would make it more true, “God, Jamie, I don’t know what to do.”

Hearing his name fall from her lips was a balm that he didn’t know his soul needed. The hairs on his arms stood to attention as a shiver rippled through him, clenching his jaw to steady himself and give her his full attention.

“Do ye have people around ye, Claire? Have ye folk in Boston?”

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[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Magic Marinette

Marinette is Zatanna's older cousin and can practice magic herself. Her magic is different however. For most low level spells she simply has to think of what the spell is intended for. For a harder spell she needs to chant much like Zatanna.

Marinette practices at home with her Uncle Zatara occasionally visiting with Zatanna. Magic comes naturally to Marinette, she likes to claim that it just flows in and out of her.

Marinette is 13 (Zatanna is only 6) when she becomes Ladybug, her magic and Tikki's combining flawlessly. The two are a magical power house, so much so that Marinette has to lock her aura down so that she'll only appear as a low level mage. Zatara is proud of his niece for becoming a hero, although he isn't exactly pleased, he knows better than to mess with the Kwami.

He is there for her every step of the way only a call away. When Marinette's friends turn against her and she ends up with only four left  he and Zatanna are there to comfort her. When her parents start feeding into the lies he is incredibly angry. Especially when he sees the broken look on his beloved nieces face. Zatara is quick to suggest he take complete custody over Marinette, her parents agree and sign away their rights.

Zatara helps Marinette pack her things and moves her into an apartment in Paris. Until Marinette is 18 he'll be spending the majority of his time in Paris with her. Zatanna grows up beside Marinette looking up to her as a big sister. Marinette lives up to that roll always spoiling Zatanna. 

When Marinette becomes Guardian Zatara helps her navigate how to deal with her new responsibilities. A few weeks later when she shows up hand in hand with a blonde boy, he recognizes him immediately. After a quick shovel talk Adrien is practically adopted into the family. His and Marinette's relationship blossomed beautifully. 

Zatara has Marinette transferred out of her current class and Adrien follows her. The two are barely separate from each other, but when they are their former classmates take advantage of it. Marinette is constantly watching her back when she is alone. Especially when Bustier's class fails to make all their fundraising goals, Marinette can feel them glaring at her.

The class takes turns finding ways to bully Marinette. Alya posts embarrassing pictures of her, Rose tells everyone stories of her trying to get Adrien's attention calling her terrible names. Alix and Nathaniel kick her out of the Art Club. Kim and Alix push her around in the halls and so on. With Lila acting as the innocent bystander.

The class becomes more and more toxic towards themselves and others. This results in the entire school avoiding them, they however blame Marinette for everything. Even though she hasn't thought of them except for when they're bullying her.

Marinette is pissed when Bunnyx comes back from the future and takes the Bunny Miraculous from her. She immediately gives it to her younger self. Now Ladybug and Chat Noir have to work around an untrained liability.

When Marinette is 18 Zatanna is 11.

During their final year Adrien proposes to Marinette after asking Zatara's permission. Marinette agrees to marry him amd the wedding is set for the summer after they graduate.

The wedding never comes. After they graduate they face off with Hawkmoth and Mayura in one final battle. They had defeated Mayura and Chat was about to take Hawkmoth's Miraculous when Bunnyx showed up. She uses Burrow and endes up knocking Chat into an unknown part of time. Everything is silent as Ladybug stares at the space her partner had been in waiting for him to show up. When no one arrives a heartbreaking scream tears through her. All of Paris watches their last hero break down crying, with a burst of rage she defeats Hawkmoth unmasking him. Then charges Bunnyx using her magic to take her down.

Kcol reh ni ecalp htiw ton a elgnis hctiwt!!

Lock her in place with not a single twitch!!

Bunnyx is frozen as Ladybug rips her Miraculous away de-transforming her. She glares at her through her tears, before telling her that she was never meant to be a hero.

Ladybug then leaves with all the Miraculous except for Plagg.

Marinette de-transforms in her room, tears falling as she stares despondently at the ground. Before she utters a simple incantation releasing Alix from where she was frozen.

Cogam sesaeler eht eno I evah dnuob.

Magic releases the one I have bound.

Marinette remains there only moving when Zatanna comes in and sits on her lap. Marinette sniffles hugging her tightly, crying while Zatanna comforts her, crying softly as well.

The next day they are visited by an elderly old man with a kind smile. He introduces himself as Alfred Pennyworth. A mischievous smile crosses his face as he makes eye contact with Marinette.

Alfred-I didn't always go by that though. The love of my life used to call me kitty.

Marinette-Adrien?

Alfred simply smiled sadly nodding before telling her that she cannot go get him.

Alfred- I was sent back so long ago. When you never came I began to make a life for myself. I joined MI-16 and was adopted into a family. Became a butler and was loyal to the Wayne family. I had a son in all but blood, his name is Bruce. It's funny Bugaboo, he has the same black hair and blue eyes as you. Some nights I would pretend that he was our child. Marinette I love you but my life as Alfred Pennyworth cannot be removed from history. This is why I am asking you to move on, find love again.

Marinette sobs softly into his shoulder telling him that she'll do her best. Alfred smiles before pulling out a familiar ring placing it in her hand. Before telling Plagg that he better keep his Princess safe. Marinette giggles softly kissing him on his cheek.

Marinette- Keep in touch please Adrien, I can't live without you at least in my life.

Alfred nods kissing Marinette's hands gently before bidding all three of them goodbye.

Marinette continues on with her life but she doesn't fall in love again. She knows in her heart thay the only one for her was Adrien. Marinette becomes a famous fashion designer by day and Mari by night. She begins training Zatanna along with Zatara. Helping stop bag guys with  simple spells. When Zatanna is 15 she encourages Zatara to let her hang out with the Young Justice team and be a part of it. She happily spies through a seeing glass to see their first meeting. Marinette giggles when her cousin takes an instant liking to the young boy wonder. She smiles softly at the picture of the boy knowing that he was Alfred's honorary grandson.

A few weeks later Marinette is working to reunite the dimensions. When they make it back she is heartbroken to see her cousin with the Helmet of Fate. Zatara immediately tries to convince him to take him instead but Marinette stops him.

Marinette- Release my cousin and take me instead Nabu.

Nabu-No, you barely show any signs of magic.

Marinette huffs before chanting a reversal incantation on the spell she put in place all those years ago. Her aura fills the area allowing everyone to feel her magic.

Marinette-If you release her you can have me. I just need to do a few things first.

Nabu- Very well.

He released Zatanna, Zatara is quick to hug her before turning to Marinette angry demanding to know why she did that with tears in his eyes. Marinette smiled softly before kissing his cheeks softly then kissing Zatanna's. She summons a pen and paper with an envelope writing out a letter to Alfred. She sealed the envelope before turning to Robin.

Marinette- Please deliver this to Agent A for me little birdie. Tell him Ladybug said it was important.

She pats his head gently before smiling softly at Batman.

Marinette- He thinks of you as his son, but he'll never admit it because he doesn't want to take your father's place. Trust me though, a child can have more than one father. 

She said glancing down at Robin when she said it. She turned away from them looking down at her cousin once again.

Marinette- Zatanna, my dearest cousin. I will be departing soon and with that I need to name the next Guardian. Will you uphold and protect the Kwami to the best of your ability?

As she is speaking, Marinette holds out her hands the Miraculous box and Gilmore appears in them. Zatanna chokes back a sob before nodding.

Zatanna- Ib accept.

Marinette passed her the box smiling gently as Tikki flew out of her coat pocket.

Marinette- This is goodbye Tikki, we made a good team didn't we?

Tikki- We were the best Marinette. 

Tikki and Marinette smile gently, a few tears slipping past as Tikki kissed Marinette's forehead gently.

Marinette- Zatanna, I hear by name you the new holder of the Ladybug Miraculous. Treat her well and she shall bring you everlasting luck.

Marinette unclips her earring, clipping them into Zatanna's ears gently.

Marinette-You will make a fine Ladybug.

Zatanna- I'll be nothing like you.

Marinette- No, you'll be better.

She kissed her forehead gently before turning to Zatara as he pulled her into a tight hug. She sniffled softly hugging back just as tightly. She released him, pushing herself away and closer to Nabu.

Marinette- Please dont blame yourselves. I made this decision not you. Goodbye, I love you.

Marinette turned allowing the helmet to close around her, becoming Doctor Fate.

Upon returning to the Watchtower, Alfred arrived wearing a mask of his own before walking over to his two charges. Robin held the letter out to him shifting nervously.

Robin- Ladybug said it was important.

Alfred's eyes widen as he takes the letter opening it.

Adrien, I'm sorry but I was never able to move on from you. You were and always will by my true love. I'm afraid this is my goodbye, please don't do anything stupid love. You're not as young as you were when we were together. You've raised a good son, I wish I could have been by you the entire time. I love you Adrien. -Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Alfred turned to Zatanna and Zatara as a tear fell. They nodded solemnly soon more tears joined them as he stood there silently. A few moments went by before Alfred dabbed his face gently singing quietly to himself.

Alfred- Miraculous, simply the best, up to the test when things go wrong, Miraculous the luckiest….Im Chat Noir. At night I rule, my ring is charged with energy, my claws are out just watch and see.

Alfred's shoulders shook as he thought of all their time together. He took a deep breath before turning back to Zatanna. 

Alfred- In every letter she wrote she was always so proud of you. She always told me that you were going to be great one day, even better than her. My princess will always be proud of you, take it from your almost cousin.

Zatanna sniffled before snorting and hugging Alfred.

Zatanna-God you got so old and sappy Adrien.

Alfred-Its Alfred now and that's what happens when you get thrown back in time and aged.

He turned to Batman and Robin with a sad smile on his face.

Alfred-I think it's time you both hear of my life before MI-16.

@blackmagicforever

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@mythogaychic

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[joontier]

Patawad, paalam. | drabble

translation: forgive me, goodbye. 

pairings: jungkook x reader

rating: NC-17

genre: romance, angst | warnings: wholesomeness basically (one-liner implied smut),,,,,, until you get to the last line gklasjdfa bUT DONT SKIP 

word count: 1.3k

g/n: AHHHHH! my first release for The Paraluman Project!! might as well rename this angsty august (can i get an amen @mintseesaw​ this was meant to be posted in a few hours bUT IM IMPATIENT LIKE THAT kdsjfasfasf) anywho,, ‘Patawad, paalam’  is meant to be a prologue and an epilogue at the same time and if you guys want to have a lidol backstory well lmk okiiii,,,, yall know im ready to spoil my darlings EEEEP feedback is always appreciated!! ILY YALL

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Today’s the big day. 

The church had been decorated just like the way you’ve always pictured it to be - your idea of the perfect wedding finally a reality. Just as what had been planned years ago by both of you, you have decided on celebrating this once-in-a-lifetime event in your chapel - the very place where you two first met. 

Four-feet tall pedestals crowned with bouquets of white hydrangeas stand tall and proud along the length of the aisle, while the sunlight passing through the stations of the cross depictions on the stained glass provided an extra burst of color on the snowy flowers. 

Jungkook has never been good with crowds, especially not when the audience included their relatives and some of their closest family friends. Yeonwoo, Jungkook’s best friend of many years, takes notice of the man’s palpable uneasiness, and approaches the nervous man. “You’ll do just fine, Kook. I believe in you.” After a pat on the back, Jungkook smiles at his best friend, grateful for the much-needed reinforcement. 

There’s a quiet chatter amongst the guests, remaining seated on the wooden pews as they wait for the processional. The benches have been newly varnished just for the occasion. While a number of the invited guests speak to each other to pass the time, the rest take photos of the immaculate venue as they praise the decorations. Perhaps he could mention your unparalleled efforts in his speech later at the reception. 

Pride swells in Jungkook’s chest as he remembers how much time and effort you had spent perfecting each detail of the church’s decorations, investing at least three whole days of planning for the interior alone. 

Jungkook stands by the altar patiently, big brown eyes scanning the crowd and silently thanking each one of them for having allocated a day from their busy lives just to witness one of the most important days of his life. The man continues to struggle with the event’s actuality, his stubborn nerves gnawing at him deliriously. In fact, he doesn’t think he’d been able to cope with reality for the past few days. 

He recalls having dreamt about you last night, unable to sleep a wink after seeing a vivid image of you in a white dress during his slumber. The restless man takes a stroll in the seminary’s garden in the hopes that the tranquility afforded by the grounds will bring him enough peace and quiet to lull him back to sleep. 

As he entered a secluded area only a few people knew of (you included), he found you on the swing, swaying yourself gently on the seat. He wanted to go back to his room, under the quite ridiculous belief that it was bad luck to see the bride just before the wedding ceremony. He watches you for a while, hiding behind a moss-covered wall. As he studies your features, he senses you’re just as restless as he was and shortly after, he finds himself walking towards you, unproven hearsay the last thing on his mind. You converse for a good two hours until you deemed it time to go back to your rooms and get some sleep. You both had a long day ahead of you and rest was important. With a final hug, you part ways once more. 

The musical ensemble brings Jungkook out of his reverie, the sudden sound of the violin playing making him jerk slightly in surprise. The soloist starts strumming the strings of her guitar to a familiar tune, giving the song more depth and emotion with the melodic sound resonating throughout the chapel. The crowd’s chatter immediately falls to a hush, the audience faces the entrance to watch the highly-anticipated processional. 

Wise men say, only fools rush in 

But I can’t help, falling in love with you

Your niece enters first, passionately throwing white petals from a large disproportionate wooden basket. Her tiny feet carry her throughout the length of the aisle, sending a half-toothless smile left and right. 

Her older brother trails after her a couple of meters away, his usually unruly hair now handsomely tamed with gel for this special occasion. The audience coos at the siblings, finding the duo most endearing. There’s muted laughter amongst the crowd as his small hands tremble, the ring pillow shaking lightly in his grasp. As they reach the altar, your brother, the best man, gives the siblings a high five before guiding them back to their pews. 

Like a river flows, slowly to the sea, 

Darling, so it goes, 

Some things are meant to be

The bridesmaids file in with bright smiles from the side, each carrying a mellow arrangement of baby breaths and lavenders. Your closest cousin, Cassie, who you chose to be the maid of honor has flown all the way from Canada just to witness your wedding. She walks the carpeted aisle slowly, dabbing at her cheeks with the back of her hand as she clutches onto a bouquet with the other. 

Next in line are Jungkook’s parents, who are both holding on to each other for support. When Jungkook’s and his mother’s eyes meet for the first time today, unspoken words are shared between the mother and son, small smiles gracing their lips in acknowledgement. Your parents follow after them with your father’s cheeks already red and wet with tears. 

As the entire entourage get to their seats at the front, the music stops. All bodies turn to face the entrance. The majestic wooden doors finally open with an audible creek, and the whole chapel falls quiet. 

Take my hand, 

Take my whole life too, 

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Jungkook’s eyes, previously scanning the crowd, finally fixate on you. God, you were so beautiful. He reprimands himself for using the Lord’s name in vain, but at the same time, there was no one else to speak to, or thank but the Lord Himself: for his life, for his family, for this day, and most especially, for you. 

You looked magnificent. Regal, even. 

He wasn’t familiar with how dresses were described in detail, all he knows is that the exact moment he saw you today, time just froze, as if the whole world paused in its entirety. You were the girl in his dreams. You were the girl of his dreams. 

A tiara adorned with crystals and pearls rests prettily on your head, the crown anchoring a sheer, long lace veil that flowed beautifully along the length of your gown at the back. The bodice of your dress accentuated your curves wonderfully and the endless number of baroque patterns sewn onto the fabric of your dress added up to the silhouette your wedding gown graciously gave you. 

Jungkook’s mind betrays him for a moment - the vivid memory of the single intimate moment you two shared - an experience of a lifetime that had been etched onto the back of his head for the rest of eternity. 

Jungkook subconsciously tugs at his sleeves, racking his brain for something to stop his trembling hands but achieves nothing. His palms are likewise getting clammy, only adding to the poor man’s nervousness. When he meets his mother’s eyes one more time and she sees the emotion swirling in his son’s eyes, she lets out a choked sob, resting her head against her husband’s shoulders as he places a consoling hand on her back for support.  Jungkook diverts his eyes before his own tears threaten to fall. 

As you finally reach the altar with your own hands trembling like a falling leaf in autumn, Jungkook gives you a small smile, one you reciprocate with a warmer one. Tears start to well in his eyes. Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment, gathering his courage as he takes a deep breath. With renewed hope, he takes in his surroundings and sets another smile on his face, this time more genuine than the last. He spreads his arms and speaks - 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God, to witness the joining of my very own brother, Junghyun and _________ in the holy covenant of marriage…” 

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[perksofbeingatallpotato]

The One where Eggsy Called Harry a Sly Dog

Harry Hart x Reader Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 1,084 A/N:  Hey guys, It’s been a while! I’ve finally managed to finish writing a fic this quarantine. How are you all doing? I hope you and your family is in good health. This fic was inspired by @verdonafrost‘s ask a few months ago. I hope this is good enough, and thanks again for reading my fics! Hope you will all enjoy this. Stay safe!

After the toast with the 1815 Napoleonic brandy, it seemed like someone had hit a play button, and the world spun again. The Kingsman agents focused back on their own missions, or was given one. Everyone knew what they had to do next.

Harry Hart had proposed another unsuitable candidate according to Chester King’s standards.

Halfway through the training of the final six candidates, news that one of them is the daughter of an agent had been circulating.

And there’s only one female candidate left.

She was usually seen taking a walk on the manor grounds with agent Galahad. No one paid attention at first, the other recruits thought that it was mainly because it is Galahad who proposed her, and he was just checking up on her.

But as the training went on, she and Galahad were frequently seen spending more time together. One time, they were seen together having lunch in the Kingsman Manor. And shortly after that, her co-candidates had started to notice, that's when the rumor started. 

(Y/N) is tall and exceptionally beautiful, her brown locks falling just a few inches below her shoulders. And a female recruit guaranteed that most of the boys have been wanting to hook-up with her from the very first day. One recruit even tried a pitiful attempt at flirting just moments after she arrived. And that's just what's on the surface, the more they got to know her, her wit and her skills, half of the male recruits were smitten, and the other half were threatened.

Galahad's colleagues have caught wind of this, too. Only no one had dared to ask. like the recruits, they simply assumed she is either Galahad's daughter or niece.

Now, it was down to the last three candidates, it was (Y/N), William, one of (Y/N)'s close acquaintances, and Elliot, who belonged to the threatened male population.

She didn't expect they'd already be assigned on a risky mission while still training. But there she is, bound by her hands and her feet on a railway track. She only hopes that Harry would know of the abduction and arrive in time to save her. Just like they do in the movies.

"Hey (Y/N), my employer only has two questions for you." A sinister-looking man said. He was standing on the side of the tracks, holding a knife. "What the fuck do you want?!" Now's about the perfect time for Harry to swoop in, she thought. "What is Kingsman? And who is Harry Hart?" She tried to hide her surprise. "I have no clue what you're talking about! You got the wrong person!" This is it then, she thought to herself. If it means protecting the identity of Harry Hart, then she would die a gory but meaningful death.

But it was just another one of the tests. When she opened her eyes, standing where the man previously was, is Harry Hart. "Well done. I'm very proud of you." He proceeds to untie her from the tracks. "Your friend William is up next, want to watch?" William passed the test, just as everyone had expected, while Elliot brought huge disgrace to his mentor.

"Galahad, Giles, congratulations. your candidates have reached the final stage of the testing process. As tradition allows, you now have 24 hours to spend with them." (Y/N) had to suppress her delight from what she heard. It was quite probably going to be the best 24 hours she would get to spend with Harry in a while.

By the next day, Merlin called for her at the dining area. "This weapon is live. Shoot the dog." The instruction was clear as day. She had an idea. Merlin didn't say kill the dog. Shoot. Just, shoot. She thought she could just shoot her dog at a limb. It's terrible. But what choice does she have. Harry had prepared her for combat training, but not for any of the tests, including this. She took a deep breath, aimed, and pulled the trigger. (Your dog's name) didn't even flinch. He's okay. It was just a blank. And William, bless his heart, somehow couldn't go through it.

"Welcome to Kingsman, Percival." Arthur shook her hand. "Congratulations (Y/N)!" Merlin said before he began with a little orientation about the organization, her role as an agent, and a formal tour of the whole manor. When the two arrived at the last room, which was the lounge, Harry was there. "(Y/N), congratulations!" He stood up and gave (Y/N) a hug, which was Merlin's cue to give them privacy for a while. "I'll leave the two of you."

Merlin, Eggsy, and Roxy knows (Y/N) is important to Harry, so they've decided to throw a small surprise for her, to welcome her and get to know their new colleague.

"Pizza?" Merlin asked the blonde Kingsman agent. "And chicken wings!" Roxy chimed in, raising the box she's holding. "We weren't sure what to get, Merlin." Eggsy explained. "Aye, I got the wine. I think they're still in the living room. Let's go surprise our newest agent."

Eggsy swung the door open, Harry and Y/N were in the middle of a kiss. One of her hand was gripping Harry's hair, and the other was on his shoulder while Harry's holding her by the waist.

"SURPR—"

At the very least, it was Merlin, Eggsy, and Roxy's jaws that dropped, not the food they were carrying. And the pair took a step back from each other.

"What the heck is going on?"

"Oi. What the fuck, Harry?!"

"OH MY GOD!"

After a minute of shock and silence, Harry cleared his throat, "I would've thought by now you all would have a clue." The three had confused looks plastered on their faces. "Y/N's my girlfriend. I know it's against Kingsman rules, I have no excuses, but I love her."

"Wow" was all Roxy could say.  "Huh. And here I thought she was a relative of yours." Merlin was still in disbelief. Eggsy was the first one to move. He put the pizza boxes at the coffee table before walking over to Harry.

"Harry, you sly dog!" Eggsy said with a cheeky smile while he grasped his mentor's shoulder. Harry looked at him as if asking why, to which Eggsy replied with "for bagging such a young babe!"

"Ah, does that mean you underestimated me, Eggsy? Am I not allowed to bag such a young babe?" "Oh no, of course that's not what I meant, it was just a huge surprise, that's all."

#Harry Hart x Reader #Galahad #Harry Hart #Kingsman Imagine #Kingsman x Reader #Kingsman Fics #Harry Hart Fics

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Random nanowrimo daminette fic

A/n: this is my random pitch to nanowrimo. And it also includes the adventures of ruby culpa so ye ye. Uhhhh enjoy!

Dupont decided to hold a fashion for all school in the area to participate. A certain class sat around an Italian girl with sausage looking hair, who was the center of attention.

"I would love to join the school event, but my arm hurts really bad from pulling a lot of boxes for charity with Prince Ali. The most I can do is take notes." Lila says sheepishly, looking at her classmates.

"No worries, girl! At least can you watch with us?" Alya says excitedly, leaning forward to her best friend. Lila smiled, her eyes narrowing a little.

"Of course! We can can meet up before the viewing starts."

With that the rest of the class talked, mostly hearing what Lila had to say about something. Adrian ignored his class, focusing on the person he was texting instead.

°•°•°•°•°

The night of the event, Dupont was crowded. Lila and her possy lingered around, commenting in each outfit shown.

There was one display that had a cover over it, with the initials on the sign of MDC. No one in Mme. Bustier's class knew why the name sounded familiar, and Lila took advantage of the mystery designer. All she knew MDC was a famous aspiring designer working for Jagged Stone.

"MDC is such a darling," she starts, grabbing their attention. "He's in love with me, but I'm with Damian Wayne. But I gave him the design for tonight's event!" She says, looking at everyone's excited face. Alya frowns a bit, unsure why the name sounded so familiar.

Lila looks to Adrian, only to see him waiting by the front doors. She scowls, even after 3 years, he doesn't fall into her web.

Just as she's about to spin another lie, people begin to crowd around the doors at the front.

The class was curious to the gathering. Lila heads first, managing to squeeze through and nearly shrieked at what she saw.

Adrian was smiling cheekily at a very familiar person, holding her hand after placing a kiss on it. Next to her, a very handsome young man, glaring playfully at Adrian. The infamous Kagami stood next to them, smiling at them as juleka's older brother held her.

The familiar blue eyes shined brightly, causing Lila to sneer.

"How's the lovely couple doing? Am I going to be the best man at your wedding?"

"You wish, Agreste. You'll have to beat my brothers." The black haired man said. Lila was vaguely aware that the class finally pushed their way to the front. Chloe was among them, holding an unknown blonde in her arms.

"Guys come on. As much as I want to talk about when the wedding is, we have to get our grade for this first." Marinette was different, confident, not the clumsy girl that Lila bullied. A group was gathered. Much larger than Lila's as people took pictures of them.

"Is that--?"

"Oh my God it is!"

"Chloe?!" Various reactions were given to the group. The main ones were aimed at Marinette. Alya stared as her former friend laughed lightly, going over to where the MDC display was.

"Marinette, what are you doing?" Lila says, and the group freezes upon hearing her voice. She tries to look innocent, but got a bit unnerved at everyone's gaze on her.

Alya watches as Marinette's face lost all emotion, as did everyone else, including Adrian. She noticed Adrian look actually a little angry at Lila.

"I'm competing. It is a fashion event. This is also a grade for me to graduate." Marinette replied, and Alya flinched . Her voice held nothing. There was no warmth in her eyes. She looked at her best friend, and saw anger, of what, she didn't know.

"I meant what are you doing near my friend's display. MDC worked so hard and you're going to claim his work?" Lila supplies, everyone's eyes on them. There's tension growing, students from other school's looking between the students of Dupont and the students of the private school of arts.

The unknown blonde in Chloe's arms cracks first, covering her mouth to laugh, only to fail when Chloe joined in as well. Marinette and the others looked at them in amusement, as Lila and her group stared offended.

"Oh man. Last time I heard something this ridiculous was when I told uncle Gabriel I was bisexual." The blonde said, and Chloe laughed harder, this time Adrian joining.

"Father's look when that happened was the best. Rubes you really went for it. " Adrian states happily and his classmates look at him like he grew a second head.

"Chloe??" Everyone turned to the the meek voice of Sabrina, who was staring at the two blonde's. Lila stared Marinette, angry that she wasn't getting the attention.

"Who is this?"

"Really, Sabrina? I've gossiped and ranted about this girl since we were younger and you're basically telling you pretended to listen to me?" Chloe states, glaring at the orange haired girl, who flinched severely.

"Love, relax. Remember we're here for marinette and that grade. But mostly Marinette." The blonde says calmly, and Chloe visibly relaxes under her voice.

"Of course, my rose."

"Ok, what is going on?!" Alya yells out. Everyone turns to her, and Lila is somewhat grateful for her 'best friend'. "Marinette, they said you were expelled after bullying Lila, with no chance of rejoining any school." At the words, students looked to see Marinette stare unimpressed at her former friend.

"Honestly Alya, this shows you aren't the reporter I thought you were." Everyone turned to Adrian who had said that, his eyes an unusual cold green. Marinette just sighed and pulled the cover back.

The crowd gasped at the hero themed dress. It wasn't a Ladybug OR Chat Noir theme, but a Robin themed dress. One of the heroes of Gotham.

"MDC did so well with my des--"

"Say one more word about my fiance like you know her, I will personally see to it that you lose everything. " Damian spoke dangerously low, glaring at Lila as she paled drastically.

"I-I don't know--"

"Who do you think you are?!" Alya spoke up, standing between Lila and the group. The look on the man's face grew colder.

"Be glad I am not sueing you for using my name. Not yet anyways."

"Name? What name? Lila isn't lying!" Alya insisted.

"Damian, love, just forget it. We're here for the grade, not drama." Lila pales considerably at the the name.

"Damian?? As in the Damian Wayne!?" Alix spoke up, looking at all of them. The short girl turned to Marinette, showing nothing but excitement and shock. "You're engaged to Damian freaking Wayne!!"

Everyone whispers amongst themselves, Lila's group slowly paling at the realization. "MDC... m-marinette was the one who made Jagged's glasses." Mylene said softly, holding herself.

Alya stares at the dress intensely, as if trying to find something. Which she was, because Lila had to be telling the truth. Her best friend wouldn't lie about Damian and knowing MDC. But what--

Around the collar of the dress, a gold pattern sewed on. Normally, it looks like a beautifully crafted design that contrasts well with the colors of the dress. Alya titled her head a little and gasped, dread and horror creeping in her stomach.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

"Marinette, I'm so glad you've joined us today." Principal Damocles stated, walking through the group of students. You could see how nervous he was to see the former student, and miserably tried to hide his shame. After all, Marinette was one of the brightest students in the school and they wrongly accused her.

"I'm here for my grade. Nothing else."

"O-of course. Mlle. Bourgeois, I believe that your mother is a judge, correct?" He turned his attention to the blonde, flinching a little at her stare.

Lila looked around and saw her possy pale considerably at something on the dress when Alya pointed out to them. It was bad enough damian Wayne was here, but now something bout the dress? How she prayed hawkmoth was still active.

The italian felt eyes on her and turned to see the unnamed blonde, staring at right her. "You know, when my brother told me some girl had tried to ruin marigold's life by lying, I thought she would at least be pretty."

"Mlle. Culpa!" Damocles yelled, Lila practically seeing red as Chloe laughed and the lied group stared in horror.

"Can it, Damocles. The girl can Express how she feels, especially if it involves this cheaply dressed model." Everyone turned and saw Chloe's mother-- fashion queen Audrey-- walk up as the sea of students parted like the red sea.

She looked at the dress and inspected it, writing down things on a paper she had. It only took a few more minutes before she turned to Marinette. "Well Mari dear, you surpass my expectations as always. Your grade will be given to your school. Chloe and chloe's rose, I want you both tomorrow with this childs information." And with she walked off, leaving the gaping class.

"Culpa? As in Felix Culpa? Adrian's cousin?" Rose stepped forward, staring excitedly at the couple. "You helped prince Ali with one of his many children's hospital!"

"C-children hosptial?" Lila didn't know that. Especially the fact that Felix Culpa's little sister was apart of it.

"Oh, Lila. I thought you had some little random boy toy to pretend was in love with you. Like my brother, my cousin, Damian-- oh wait, they never talked to you." Ruby glared at the Italian, smiling viciously at her.

Slowly, Alya turned to Lila, seeing her trying to struggle to come up with another lie. "Let's not forget how you've willingly worked with a powered terrorist, and use that to try and murder Jagged Stone's honorary niece."

Gasps were heard when Ruby said that out loud. Everyone could see Lila turn sickly green as she began to back away.

"You lied about everything!" Alya snapped first, followed by everyone else. Marinette just stared, shaking her head before turning and walking out with her friends in tow.

"Its over, angel. Its over." Damian whispers to her, holding her close when they were outside. After years of the torment of Lila, and the threat of Hawkmoth as well, it was all over.

Finally. Paris is safe.

General tags: @the-wlw-cafe @natu123 @mcgrathandwives @imagine-lcorp @baked-bean-bekah @miraculous-of-salt

#the adventures of ruby culpa #draw ruby in your style #ruby culpa #felix culpa #lukagami #luka couffaine #ml kagami #chloe bourgeois #lesbian chloe #chloe x oc #ml marinette #ml fic #ml ladybug #daminette #damin wayne #miraculous au #miraculers #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #ml lila #lila salt #anti lila #lila rossi

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SFW Alphabet - Tyrion Lannister

bro ive done nothing but be tired, binge peaky blinders and write whatdayisit

this was a request!! if you havent read the books by now plz consider it bc this man is a treasure

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Tyrion loves giving you all sorts of affection, letting you and others know how much he adores you. When you’re sitting side by side he’ll touch your hand and often kiss it, glad when you lean in for a proper kiss. In the privacy of your chambers, he’s always comforted when you two snuggle up and chat, read a book or just silently enjoy each other’s company. It’s the sort of peace he never thought he’d enjoy. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Once someone earns his trust and better, admiration, Tyrion proves himself to be a loyal and capable friend. He appreciates someone with wit and empathy, and once Tyrion is close enough with someone to trust them with his thoughts, he’ll find himself leaning on that friendship for his sanity many times over. He’ll get more sentimental about it the longer it goes on, seeing as he often feels alone in his thoughts.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Tyrion adores your hugs and closeness, especially when you initiate it. Any sort of cuddling is good - wrapped up in your arms, leaning against you, you resting on him, or both of you sitting up and relaxing against a small mountain of pillows. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He always secretly thought of a family, one of his own that accepted him, but it seemed so far away. Now that your relationship with him is a reality, he can’t believe how lucky he is and thanks whatever gods were responsible for allowing this happiness. He’d absolutely want a family with you, in time, and would protect you fiercely. 

Considering cooking and cleaning has always been done for him, Tyrion isn’t experienced in either. Truthfully, he’s a bit messy, especially at his desk area, which has always been a small disaster zone. Sometimes you tidy up, only to come back the next evening and notice there’s a new stack of books and a slew of papers everywhere. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be avoidant of it, not wanting to accept the fact the relationship was coming to an end. Eventually Tyrion knew he’d have to do it, and he’d speak to you privately, making sure you both had dinner and wine first. He’d break it to you gently and matter of factly, explaining how he came to this conclusion - if he figured you’d be happier this way, or you had just become someone he couldn’t understand anymore, he feel he would have no choice.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Even if he likes to play at being a free-wheeling man, he’s always wanted to have a comfortable, happy domestic life. Tyrion figured that was a pipe dream for years. While he may have fallen for you, unless there was some official arrangement, he’d have reservations asking for marriage. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Tyrion has always been gentle and considerate with you, as you’re incredibly important to him. Even when he feels you may not be approaching something the right way, he’d discuss it with you logically or calmly explain his side of things. Physically he doesn’t treat you like you're fragile, nor would he ever imagine physically harming you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He always appreciates your hugs and holds you tight whenever you want one. If you want to be held, he’ll do so, stroking your back and asking what’s on your mind. Honestly, Tyrion appreciates any sort of physical affection.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He thinks it first before considering saying it, especially since he doesn’t want to scare you away. Tyrion would consider your actions and words carefully, wanting to be sure that you felt it as well. He’d prefer it if you said it first, but after a while he can’t help himself and it just slips out in a fumbling mess. He’d have to sigh, start over and give you a proper heartfelt confession. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Tyrion’s jealousy often manifests in sullenness and over-analyzing whoever is making eyes at you, or worse, thinking they can flirt without him being aware. If he’s truly bothered, he’ll mosey his way over to you and give them an insult hidden in a joke, hoping you’ll laugh at it. He absolutely trusts you, it’s other men that make him nervous. He’s seen and known the rest of them, so.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He has all sorts of kisses ready for you. Sweet ones for waking up in the morning, more passionate ones for the evening, quick ones during the day so you know he appreciates you always. Since your hand is the easiest to reach, especially when you’re both in public, he often kisses your fingers. When you’re sitting or lounging together, he’ll prefer your neck and lips. Note that if you’re sensitive or ticklish anywhere, he will find it and use it against you with a devilish grin.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Tyrion’s comfort level with children depends on their age. He’s always worried he’ll drop a baby or they’ll somehow be fearful of him, so he tends to avoid the much younger ones - unless it was his own, of course. Children tend to be unruly and speak whatever pops into their head, uncouth or not, so he gets along best with older ones. He’s a doting uncle to his good niece and nephew, after all, and he’s admittedly weak to more shy, out-of-place kids. As a father, he’d be just as kind-hearted, but he’d love to have a witty child to teach and have clever little talks with. Teenagers are too sullen for his taste, but he’s patient with them and seems to know just how to speak with them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If he’s hungover or turning in after a late night - it’s usually both of those things - he’ll have found his way mostly under the covers, usually resting on your chest or your shoulder. He’ll grumble when you move away to get ready, but he’d fall asleep again quickly, especially after feeling your calming touch. He’s more of a late morning to early afternoon riser, but if there’s important business, he’ll pull himself up with even more grumbling and complaints. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Tyrion is naturally a night owl, and once the sun is down, he suddenly feels far more awake. He’ll spend his evenings with a cup of wine, his desk full of papers and books and preferably you sitting with him in the room. Even if you two are just enjoying the silence in your own ways, it’s immensely reassuring to have your presence with him. If work is truly taxing him, he’d ask for your opinion on several decisions, wanting to know if he was doing the right thing. Eventually you’d have to set his quill down and stubbornly keep asking him to come to bed. Even when you’re curled up under the covers, he might still keep talking about whatever treaty he was working on - in that case, shutting him up with a kiss deep always works.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

As much as Tyrion presents himself as elusive and full of secrets to strangers and enemies, he’s desperate to connect with someone emotionally. He tried to be his charismatic and standoffish self with you, evading all sorts of questions, but as your friendship - and his feelings - deepened, it was too difficult to keep up the charade. Once Tyrion felt safe with you, once he trusted you, he was a goner. He couldn’t help but tell you things that troubled him, especially memories from the past. It wouldn’t spill out at once, but you’d start to tell when he was in a morose mood and needed to talk. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You know that for all the patience he has to present in court, Tyrion hates the injustice he often has to watch or play a hand in. His family especially tries on him, and you’re there to support him as best as you can. When it comes to you, Tyrion struggles to actually get upset. It’s not that you do anything to anger him regularly; he just thinks the absolute world of you, and he downplays any negative traits you might have. If he were truly upset about something, he may not even tell you about it. He’d just be exasperated for a day then move on. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Tyrion knows all sorts of your favorite things, like perfume, preferred flowers, what you like to eat and drink, the kind of jewelry you wear depending on the occasion, dress color and materials … all things he’s bought to make you happy both when you were courting and married. He’s excellent at picking out material gifts, even if it’s “simpler” things like books and embroidery thread, even instruments. Nothing is too good for you. 

In general Tyrion has a good memory, so he’d also know things you’ve told him in confidence. They were important enough to you to tell him, so naturally he’d remember. He may even remember things you don’t recall talking about. After a while you stopped being so surprised when Tyrion would bring up a detail or person you mentioned months or years ago.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Even to this day, he can’t get the sweet memory of your confession out of his head. Even when it was happening, he was so sure he was dreaming, or it was some terrible misunderstanding. He remembers a lot about that day, because he’s replayed it in his head so much. The way your eyes sparkled and your cheeks blushed, how the sun made your hair glow and the way your dress gently moved in the breeze. When he’s having an especially dark day, recalling such a fond memory does wonders for his soul. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Tyrion takes absolutely no chances with you. He’d want to replace your guards with men loyal to him. Even guards from your House would be vetted and personally spoken to. He’d want no less than four with you, which you felt was a little excessive, but he’d lower it to two at your request … with about five you weren’t aware of, hiding behind shadows and corners. This was especially true in King’s Landing. Tyrion wouldn’t back down on providing you numerous loyal and strong men; he wasn’t about to let his wife waltz around vipers without adequate protection.

He wouldn’t expect the same protection from you, since he had his own men, but he didn’t account for the way you protected him with words. You’d stand up for his honor and defend him against all manner of people, against charges great and small. Tyrion couldn’t believe someone would go such lengths to protect him, and it made him feel even more blessed to have you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He takes special note of any important dates and anniversaries, setting aside time for a date and having it nicely planned out. If business couldn’t wait, he’d make sure there was some way to make it up to you, guaranteed. Tyrion wants you to feel appreciated and loved always, and he’d gladly tell all of King’s Landing to fuck off for your sake … if only that didn’t end in terrible consequences.

As stated before, he’s excellent with gifts and that extends to his everyday actions. He never fails to give you hello and goodbye kisses, hold your hand, compliment a new style you try, and so forth. He isn’t flattering or settled into a boring routine, it’s all genuine. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

You were already aware of the rumors surrounding Tyrion’s machinations, but now you were seeing the cogs turn in real time. More often than not, Tyrion didn’t tell you of his plans. He didn’t want you involved, and you noticed he’d assume the worst of situations: The amount of times he worried that something would end in your gory death was too much. You knew that his fears weren’t totally unfounded, but you still wished he would let you in on some of the schemes so you could have a better idea of what was happening, or more importantly, so you could help.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

As much as he plays aloof about his condition, he isn’t blind or an idiot. He dresses in fine clothes and jewelry and keeps himself well-groomed to  maintain that perfect, presentable Lannister facade, as much as his father and sister feel like he’s just a joke in silk. You often spot him fussing with doublets or looking irritably at his scar in a mirror, and his soothes him greatly when you help smooth out his hair and clothes. He’d have trouble accepting any genuine compliments you gave him, so sometimes just being caring was enough. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

As if Tysha wasn’t bad enough, Tyrion would truly suffer if something happened to you. He may not even recover completely, going into a deep, angry and seemingly endless depression. He’s very aware this will happen if you die from sickness or the gods forbid, from one of his enemies, so it’s just another reason he’s so protective. Even when you two have to be apart because of travel, he’ll count on your letters and the ones he sends to you to keep him going. Even if it would be dangerous to you, he’d selfishly wish you were by his side. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Tyrion likes it when you two wear something that’s maybe not very fancy, but it has some special meaning to you. Examples would be the first dress he ever bought you, with embroidery of your House in your favorite color, or a pretty and simple jade ring from Yi Ti just because you liked reading about it so much. He’d have a little sculpture on his desk from some joke between you two, or even a little charm you wove for fun, very sentimental things like that. Things he could look at or touch and remember the smiles you had over it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s had enough baseless cruelty and pettiness from his family that he just can’t tolerate it in other people. Those using their status to abuse people below them are also just as despicable, and he has little patience for a partner who would rest on their family’s status and wealth and do little to improve themselves. Lack of wit and cruelty are probably the biggest turn-offs, though.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Even if he falls asleep peacefully, resting against you, somehow he ends up under the covers or halfway across the bed or in a position that looks very uncomfortable to you - and if his groaning and stretching when he wakes up is anything to go by, it probably is. You’re certain Tyrion can’t sleep still to save his life. It also humors you how he struggles to sleep on anything but a very fine bed and silk sheets, but you don’t tease him about that … much.

#tyrion lannister #tyrion lannister x reader #game of thrones x reader #sfw alphabet #game of thrones #i hope peaky blinders stays fantastic im only on s3

[amarabliss]

Galahdian Dreams (Nyx Ulric/Reader)

It’s Valentine’s Day and I have a whole new story in my head about Nyx…but I refuse to write it right now cause I want to finish Oaths and Hearts… so I will indulge a little for the sake of V-Day…

Synopsis: Your father was the king of Insomnia. He was good and just. You never thought you’d meet anyone like him after he was taken from the world. You Uncle Regis, has taken the throne and followed through on your father’s plans. It was good to see the city in capable hands. Enter Nyx Ulric, refugee, Glaive, fighter…how is it he can see all your secrets? He knows how to set you off and he’s promised to not let you go…(AU for sure, Regis wasn’t supposed to take the throne, and our lovely Nyx has more of a past then we thought…)

WARNING: Be aware, this may be triggering for those who deal with thoughts of suicide. If you need help please reach out. I love you, and no I will not let you go.

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1-800-273-8255

“You will escort my niece from this point on. Do you understand, Nyx Ulric?” King Regis held his gaze at the young man before. 

Nyx’s eyes shifted just for a moment toward the former princess of Insomnia. She looked so sad and something in him stirred. He knew exactly how she felt in that moment. 

Her home was no longer her’s. Forced to change in order to survive. Orphaned…

“Of course, your Majesty. I will do as you command.” Nyx planted his hand over his heart and bowed.

“Good…it is important for a bodyguard to understand his charge. Y/N,” Regis turned to you placing a hand on your arm, “this is for the best, I hope you will cooperate so he may do his job properly.”

“Yes uncle…of course.” You spoke quietly before glancing at this Glaive, “I appreciate everything you’re doing…under the circumstances…”

“I wish I could have done more…Your father was a great king and you mother a loving queen…I know they would have done the same had they ever been in the position I am in now.” Regis sighed his features softening, “I do this because I love you…and I do not want the same fate to befall you. It is only by the Six you were not in that caravan…”

“I won’t trouble you, I promise.” You stared into his eyes as you forced a smile, but your eyes were cold and distant, “I will do what is necessary…your Majesty…”

Nyx eyes widen slightly as you turned stepping away from Regis. He’d never seen anyone just leave the King’s presence before without being dismissed. Granted he and his people had only been filtering into the city within the last year, thanks to Regis’ extended hand of help, so his knowledge of Insomnian royal protocol was next to none.

“Uh…” Nyx glanced at you as you passed him. He cleared his throat bowing to Regis, “Your Majesty…”

“Go with your charge Glaive…keep her safe.”  Regis’ eyes met Nyx’s directly as if to serve as a warning.

Nyx nodded once before turning briskly. He ran to catch up with you. He didn’t miss how you looked at him slightly irked by him placing an arm out to stop you, “Ma’am, I will go first.”

“As you see fit.” You took in a breath clenching your fists for a second.

He waved you out when he cleared the hallway and began following you down the many corridors, “Ma’am?”

“Yes?” You didn’t stop or look at him even for a second as he spoke to you.

“It would be a great benefit to know our destination.” He told you quickly, “So I can be better prepared…”

“You have nothing to worry about…” You looked at him finally pushing open a glass door, “We’re here.”

He hadn’t been to this part of the citadel before and he felt his mouth drop slightly as warm humid heat hit his face. A wide open greenhouse lay out before him. Colors of every kind sparkled from the flowers and leaves. It was winter in Insomnia, and this was…

“Are you going to stand there all day and gawk?” He looked over at you as you took off your cape hanging it up near some tools, “Or are you going to come in?”

“Forgive me ma’am…it…” He stopped as he shut the door to keep the heat inside.

“It what?” You asked as you tied an apron around you waist.

“Uh…” He tilted his head a little before he answered, “It reminds me of home, ma’am…”

You looked at him eyes flashing a little, “Like…Galahd?”

“Yes ma’am.”  He nodded stepping in slowly.

“Hm…my father would bring back specimens from all his trips…” You spoke softly as you pulled on a glove, “Perhaps there is some piece of Galahd here…you’re welcome to look.”

“Thank you…ma’am.” Your eyes met his for the first time. He swallowed a little unsure of how to proceed.

Finally, you walked up to him holding out your ungloved hand, “I have a name…it’s certainly not ma’am…Y/N  Lucis Caelum.”

He took your hand in his noting the softness of your skin, “Nyx Ulric.”

“Hm…” You shook his hand before letting it go, “Do you know plants?”

“Know? Uh, not particularly. No.” He shook his head as you walked back grabbing a watering can and a small handled carrier holding tools.

“Shame…I fear you’re going to be very bored.” You smiled, genuinely, and Nyx felt blessed to see it because it was lovely. Even if it did only last for a second.

“I learn fast…if it matters.” He sprinted to catch up with you as you walked through the garden, “I have a friend and we did know a thing or two about hops…”

“Hops? As in beer making?” You looked at him quzzically.

“Yes, ma’am…best brew of the capital…” He smiled and it slowly faded, “Well it was…”

You stopped and stared at him for a moment. You looked as if you had a thousand conversations you wanted to speak but not a single word made it past your lips. He could see such a strong wall behind your eyes. He understood it…

“Libertus had the green thumb.” He finally said to break the awkward tension, “I was more the face…”

“Ah…I see…” You nodded slowly turning from him silence falling again as you watered some plants. He shifted on the balls of his feet looking around the area. It was beautiful here and so unlike the rest of Insomnia. Here things felt alive.

“You can ask your questions if you like.” Your voice drew him back to the task at hand. You glanced over your shoulder, “But don’t expect it to be one sided.”

“…what happened?” He asked you seriously. A small breeze made the leaves sound like a wave as he watched you stand up stiffly.

You looked at him nose reddening from suppressed tears, “They were coming home from talks with…I think Lestallum…I don’t really remember…and a Nif hit squad bombed the caravan…”

“Why weren’t you with them?” He watched as it became a struggle to speak, “Y/N…why weren’t you with them? The Royal Family is supposed to travel together at all times…”

You took in a sharp breath, “…it was my birthday…and I stayed behind here with a friend and couple guards…I just….”

“You don’t have to say anymore…” Nyx took a step forward, “I understand.”

“Do you?” You looked up to his face an anger coming to your eyes.

“Yes…” He spoke straight faced, “You’re not the only one who’s lost people because of the Empire…you’re not the only one who’s lost a home because of it either…”

He watched as you took a step back looking at the ground, “This place…it’s all I have of my father anymore…He wasn’t a man who liked things.”

You went on taking off your glove before reaching out touch the leaves of a plant, “He liked to leave things behind…he wanted things to grow…”

“I’ve heard he was a kind king, that it was actually his idea to open the borders to us, Galahdians…” Nyx told you quietly, “I probably owe him my life, so it’s only fitting I protect yours.”

“For what it’s worth…” You whispered shutting your eyes, “which isn’t much anymore…”

“Whoa…” You looked at him as concern fell over his features, “Let’s make one thing clear, all life is sacred and created equally…Y/N, you’re not…”

“I’m tired…” You turned from him throwing the gloves in the box you carried as you walked away.

He stood there watching you for a moment before he followed you. Warning signs began signalling in his mind as he followed you all the way to your room. He stepped in clearing the room as his thoughts raced.

“All clear.” He stopped in front of you as you held the door.

“Thank you, you can go.” You waved for him to leave.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that ma’am.” Your eyes widened. Good you could still be surprised.

“Everything is clear…I don’t need your assistance any longer.” You told him quickly.

“No ma’am, there is a clear danger present.” Nyx stepped up to you leaning into your face becoming very serious, “I promised to protect you, that means even from yourself.”

You looked away from him shaking your head, “I have no intention…”

“Say it to my face.” His eyes narrowed in for the kill, “If you really mean it…say it to my face.”

The same emotional tells from before. Cold distant eyes full of a hurricane of self loathing. He knew that storm well, weathered it from time to time still himself, “I…”

“So…what…the plan was get a guard…a good one…” He reached up for the door pushing it closed, “Try to get them relaxed…disinterested in your hobbies…come back here…”

He moved across the room scanning everything until your eyes flickered toward the bookshelf. He walked over reaching for a decorated box as you spoke, “You have no right!”

He glared at you holding up the box from your reach. He turned reaching inside pulling out a pill bottle…one of many… He turned back clenching his jaw, “Well here…”

He shoved the box into your hands roughly making a few of the bottles fall out as he spoke, “You can do it, but I’m going to be right here to save you.”

Tears welled up into your eyes as your face reddened, “You don’t even know me!”

“I don’t need to know you to know that you’re hurting!” He shouted back at you, “I don’t need to know you to want to keep you safe!”

You let out a scream throwing the box at him. He shielding his head with is arm only lowering it when you looked him in the eye, “Get out!”

“No.” He flexed his hands as he shook his head, “I’m not going to leave you like this.”

“I don’t want you here!” You came up to pounding your fist into his chest, “Leave!”

“I won’t.” Six, he knew this pain. He knew this process and he wished someone had been there with him, “I won’t ever leave you like this.”

You screamed as tears pooled down your face. A years worth of holding it all in coming out all at once. You pushed him, punched him, and he just stood there until you couldn’t stand anymore. 

His arms wrapped around you as he helped you to the floor. You cried into his chest, wails of loss, of resentment and shame. He sighed rubbing your back slowly trying to help you find a steady breathing pattern again.

“Your ladyship!” Guards burst into the room no doubt alarmed by the commotion from a moment ago.

Nyx looked at them shielding you from the world as he pledged he would, “We’re fine here…”

#galahdian dreams #nyx ulric #nyx ulric reader #nyx ulric/reader #kingsglaive #glaive #ffxv imagine #ffxv #nyx ulric imagine #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv imagine

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Devil went into hiding

*Sequel to running with the devil * 

Arne stood in front of the window of Kat’s hospital room. His heart sank looking at the woman that was so strong and could taking a beating with one hand tied behind her back. She was pale with her auburn hair floating around her; with a breathing tube and needle lines coming out both of her arms. He closed his eyes not wanting to see the person he ever loved looking so broken. He should have been her to help her. Arne wouldn’t say he should have been there to protect Kat because she never needed protecting.

“Arne!” Arne turned around and saw his best friend, James. James looked so tired. There was a smile on his face, but his eyes looked haunted. He should have been here for all of his friends. He should have been here. He walked over and pulled James into a tight hug. He pulled away and could see better that James’s eyes were red. The man that never cried was breaking.

“Are you okay?”

“We need to leave now. I’ve called Ivan and Alex. Alex said he would sit this one out. He’s going to man stations with Theo. Freya is also coming. Don’t worry her and Kat have been training together. She’s no Kat but Freya can hold her own. We need the numbers also if you want armor your dad’s is hanging up in the east wing.” James turned starting to leave to suit up himself when Arne stopped him.

“Bro, you need to breath. What happen?” James’s eyes darken to almost black.

“No bro, do you want to know what happen? I watched the girl I loved almost die in my arms. I carried her lifeless body while her blood soaked through my uniform. She hasn’t woken and its been over twelve hours. So, don’t tell me to breath!” James turned to walk out of the room leaving Arne trying to wrap what James just said around his head. What did he mean by the girl he loved?

Natasha through open the door with fire in her eyes. Steve and Bucky dropped what they were doing and stared at her. Bucky ran over to her. She fell into his arms feeling safe once again. She closed her eyes feeling so tire. Natasha thought that the fight was finally over, and she could go home. Her kids weren’t supposed to endure the nightmares that her and her husband went through. Their lives were supposed to be different.

“So, are we getting the whole team because I did recon and there is no sign of Hydra nor our daughter. It was like they just vanished.” Bucky gave her a look telling we got this. Steve tried speaking up but was ignored by their silent communicating.

“We called Thor and Bruce. They are already suiting up ready to go. Tony is searching the area and doing scans. That I know of the boys are coming to sit with Kat and Steve is on board too. So, go get ready and meet us in an hour.” Bucky bent down and kissed her cheek. She gave him a warm smile. She loved him so much.

“Thank you, Steve.” He gave her a nod and a smile as well.

The group of twenty-somethings all stood together in the training room getting ready for the battle of a lifetime. In all honesty none of them were trained for this except for James and Arne. The rest of them were going in blind but they also weren’t dumb. Their parents were the Avengers. James brought everyone together to run down the plan of action. Little did he know is father was doing the same.

“Okay, Alex and Theo are going to stay at the compound and be our eyes inside of the base. Take out all of the security cameras and warn us of any surprises.” Theo and Alex nodded confirming they understood their orders.

“Okay, team we have done this before. This is a search and rescue mission. We are going to break into three teams. Ironman and I. Black Widow and the White wolf. Thor and the Hulk. Does anyone object with these pairings?” Each couple looked at one another not wishing not to be next to their significant other.

“Ivan, Freya you see this door located in the west wing. This is where you will go in. Kat and I found labs and other paperwork in there. Collect as much information you can without being caught. Once complete with is part meet us here.” Freya and Ivan gave each other a nervous look. Ivan had no desire to be in the field but for his sisters he would do anything. Freya had basic training, but she reminds herself that her power was her mind.

“Bucky and Nat, you will start in the east wing. From what James told me this is where they ran into Ana. Tony and I will go to the west and try to collect any data or look for hidden rooms. Thor, Bruce do surveillance outside but once we call you meet us.” Steve pointed to the very center of the map. “This is where we will all meet once we complete our missions.

“Does everyone know their task? We got this and we will succeed because we are the Avengers. So, Avengers Assemble!” James shouted.

“Avengers Assemble!” Steve and the team headed out not realizing that their own children weren’t to fair behind.

There was a throbbing pain in her head. The lights were too bright and laying down was not helping. Kat moved to the edge of the bed but then felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She screamed out in pain until a nurse ran into the room instructing her to lay back down.

“Ms. Barnes, you need to lay back down or you will pop all of your stitches.” She huffed laying back down not liking to be fussed over. She took in a deep breath trying to remember why she was in here. The last thing she could piece together was seeing Ana and then a gun fire. James pulling her into his arms. Her slowly drifting off, feeling safe enough to in his warm arms.

Kat sat up again not likely laying in this bed. She had to find James or someone so she could know what was going. What was their next move? Once again, the nurse rushed back in trying to get her to rest. Kat pushed her away. She was fine beside the shooting pain everywhere.

“You must rest. Your mom and dad gave us strict orders to keep you in bed.” Kat paused at the mention of her parents. All she wanted was to see them, especially her pops. He always made things a little better.

“Where are my parents?” The nurse fixed her IVs adjusting the medicine. She could feel them working and the pain numbing.

“They were called to a mission with Steve Rogers and the other remaining Avengers.” Kat laid back feeling groggy, she just wanted to sleep. She did have one final question to ask.

“Where… Where is… Where is James?” Before she was given the answer, the world faded away.

James and Arne walked down the hall in silence. There was friction between the two men. They both knew what it was but were they really going to let someone come in between their friendship. Kat was a friend of theirs since they were just small children. Kat wasn’t something to fight over, she was the strong girl that they had many of memories with. The late movie nights, the giggle fest, and the sleep overs where the secrets they shared stayed between them.

“Do you remember when we were eight and Kat and I stole your clothes after we went swimming. You had to run around in just a towel screaming at us.” James glared at Arne.

“I was so mad. I was in just a towel for at least an hour until your dad found me curled up in ball shaking because I was cold.” Arne laughed.

“Hey, man, you had a towel. Also, I was ground for two weeks because of it. Kat didn’t get punished at all. She just batted her eyelashes at Uncle Buck, and everything was forgiven.” They turned to look at each other and their smiles fell.  They were thinking the same thing, was Kat going to be okay. They were interrupted by a crackling of comms.

“Captain, there is two heat signatures coming close to you.”

“Roger that dark glasses.” Alex huffed at his codename. He wanted something cooler like overwatch or heat seeker.

Steve and Tony walked slowly trying to take in every possible lead as to where Hydra had gone. This was their only chance they had for years to finally bring home their niece. They couldn’t afford to fail. Their footprints echo allowing them to know they were the only ones there until they heard another pair of steps. Steve frozen taking in the change of sound. There it was again.

“Cap, what’s wrong?” Steve pulled out his shield and ready it for attack.

“Tony, someone or more importantly people are close by. I think its only two, but they aren’t fair.” They stood their place until two figures appeared. Steve put the shield back and gave the two people a perplex looked and so did the same.

“James, Arne?”

“Dad, Pops”

“What are you doing here?” They said together. Tony looked at his son and a slight tear slipped down his cheek. He walked over and pulled his son into a hug. Tony was more worried then he let on when Steve and him first talked about the situation at hand. So, having his baby in his arms was a relief. Tony took a step back and admired James. He gave him a proud smile. In that instance he looked so much like his father. From the slicked back hair to Steve’s old stealth suit. He was so proud of his son.

“Dad, are you okay?” Tony nodded ready to get back to the mission.

“James, why are yall here? Please tell me it’s not just you two after what happened early.”

“No, sir, we have Alex and Theo manning comms. Ivan and Freya are searching the east wing. Kat is still in the hospital stable and Brooklyn well doing what ever Brooklyn at this point in time. She isn’t here.” Steve let out a sigh of relief knowing that James assembled a team and didn’t go in here blind.

“Well since this is your mission. Call the shots Captain America.”

Freya looked around nervously at everything around them. Sometimes Ivan and her would find alien like weapons others it would be just blood which would lead her to almost faint. Why did she agree to this?  She was more of a book worm not a superhero?

“Hey, are you okay?” She turned to Ivan and shook her head no.

“I’m kind of freaking out. I don’t know where we are or what we are doing? Anyone could pop out at any moment and ahh.” She slammed straight into a man. He dropped his gun to catch her from falling down. She turned around and saw a familiar face. Oh, thank God, she thought.

“Uncle Buck, get me out of here.” Freya turned around and wrapped his arms around his waist. He pulled her in for an embrace and looked over at Natasha. What was going on and why was the two people not trained for a mission here.

“Ivan, why are you here? You have no combat training. You should be at home.” Nat glared at her son not liking that he was here. She already one daughter in the hospital and another missing. She didn’t think her heart could take it if another child of hers got hurt too.

“Mom, everything is fine. Alex is in my ear right now.”

“What mom and dad are there?” Ivan turned the earpiece off so not to have Alex blabbing in his ear.

“And James, Arne are on the other side. We got this. Now you are here we are golden.” Ivan started dancing around his mother making her glare at him. Which just made him laugher harder. Nat noticed what he was wearing and almost teared up, but she was Russian, and they didn’t do that.

“Is that your Uncle Clint’s suit?” Ivan stopped and pulled out the bow he found in the weapons room and strung a bow to mimic his uncle.

“Yeah, it was either this or your old suit. I might have the figure, but I couldn’t pull of the skintight cat suit if I wanted to.” Bucky laughed and came forward clapping a hand onto his shoulder.

“Just got word from Steve and they found James and Arne. They said to meet them in the center. Thor and Bruce are already there.” Panic rose into Freya’s chest. She’s going to get into so much trouble.

They all met in the center. The new avengers and the old avengers. The superheroes of the past looked in awe at their children. Neither of them thought they would live long enough to see a legacy they didn’t try for. It just happens. James was Captain America, Arne was the god, Ivan was Hawkeye, Freya was a Valkyrie, Kat was Black Widow. Thor walked of Arne. Both intensely looking at each other; then Thor smiled pulling him in for a hug. If you couldn’t tell this family was a hugger and Thor was the worst.

“Son, I’ve missed you so much. I’m sorry for my behavior and to prove that every word I said was wrong I am giving you Mjölnir.”

“Are you sure I’m even worthy to carry it?”

“You were worthy since you were born. A great warrior, a great son, and even better sibling and friend. You might not want the throne but that doesn’t make you less worthy. It is my honor to pass it on.” Thor stuck out the hammer and Arne took it lifting it up with easy. He could feel lighting course through his veins. Power was finally unlocked in him.

“Steve what’s next? This place is empty.” Steve turned and looked at James. This was his mission and Steve weren’t about to take over. James mouthed are you sure. Steve nodded.

“Yes, Uncle Buck, this place is empty. This is where Kat was shot and we last Ana. Now it looks like there is no trace of them even being here. I say we go back to the compound and regroup as a team.” Also check on Kat he wanted to add.

Kat blinked her eyes open slowly. She squinted her eyes, there was a figure in front of her that she couldn’t quite figure out. She blinked again and could see a dark hair. Then the figure walked to her bending down near her. The man picked up her hand running his fingertips along her palm. Then he spoke. They were at first soft rumbles then picked up to actually conversations.

“So, we went back to base and it was empty. It was cool though my pops let me lead the whole Avengers team. Go, I’m a twenty-four-year-old man and I’m still seeking approval. Oh, you should see your parents in action. It was amazing. We were ambush on our way to the jet and the way they had sprung into action.” Kat now knew it was James. Sweet James. She closed her eyes fully and smiled as he talked about his mission. He never got excited like this and it was nice hearing the joy in his voice.

“I just knew I had to come and tell you first. Also had to make sure you were better. Heard you woke up. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you did.” There was a knock at the door and James turned around to see Arne standing in the doorway. James stood up and walked over to him leaving Kat alone in the room again. She drifted back off to sleep still feeling the faded touch of his fingers.

“Sorry, for pulling you away. Your dad said he needed you.” James stared at him not sure if he believed him, but James wasn’t going to start a fight. His friend was allowed sometime alone with a friend.

Arne waited until James was long gone before he walked into the room. He stood in the back not wanting to get to close. Arne felt uncomfortable seeing Kat laying in a bed half dead especially since he hadn’t spoken to her since she left over a year ago. He only wanted to say one thing.

“I promise to get her back.” Arne turn out of the room living her to rest. All he wanted to know was that she was okay.

#stony #superfamily #buckynat #winterwidow #thorbruce #thunderscience #ash's blurbs #avenger kids au

[imagine-avengers]

Biker Part Four- Bucky Barnes Series

4/10 This is part four of my Biker Bucky series. The previous parts can be found on my masterlist, as will the other parts once they come out!

The week seemed to drag on but by Friday Elizabeth was completely settled in. Which is exactly why she had decided that it was finally time to visit her brother and his family. Driving over to Manhattan in Bucky’s truck wasn’t ideal for Elizabeth, as she hadn’t mentioned to her brother that she was in contact with Bucky again. Arriving in Manhattan, Elizabeth showed up at the small café that they had agreed upon.

“Aunt Liz!” Elizabeth heard the voices of the twins that were her brothers children as she entered the café.

“Timothy, Hannah.” Elizabeth grinned at the thirteen-year old’s, before hugging them both. “Gosh I missed you two.” Elizabeth then moved towards the table where her brother Adam and his wife Delilah were sitting. “Adam, Delilah.” Elizabeth hugged Delilah first before turning to her big brother and her eyes immediately filled with tears.

“Stop that, you’re gonna make me cry.” Adam said standing and pulling his sister into a tight hug. “Don’t you dare leave for that long ever again, do you understand me?” Adam pulled away as Elizabeth nodded wiping her tears away. The group sat around the table for an hour chatting before Delilah announced that she had to get the kids to their soccer game, she bid both her husband and his sister goodbye before leaving. “So.” Elizabeth stared at her sad salad in front of her.

“I’ve seen James.” She mentioned. “More than seen, I guess. We’ve talked.” She looked up at her bothers disappointed face. “Don’t look at me like that Adam.” She stated. “You knew damn well that the minute I moved back in four houses away from Steve I’d see James eventually.” She told him as Adam sighed.

“Well I had hoped you’d moved on and wouldn’t continue being involved with a gang that does illegal activities.”

“Adam, the stuck-up lawyer is coming out.” She teased at the fact her brother was a lawyer. “I’m not falling back into my old life Adam.” She told him. “But I do have to accept that I am still in love with James Barnes.” That was the first time since their breakup that Elizabeth admitted that.

“You still love him?” Adam asked as Elizabeth nodded sheepishly. “Lizzie, if you love him, really love him, be with him, hell there wasn’t a week that the man didn’t call me or my office to find out how you were, he clearly still loves you.” Adam stated. “Now, I may not like James Barnes and I never have,”

“That’s because you always lost the fights against him, brother.” Elizabeth grinned as Adam rolled his eyes.

“But he makes you happy and that’s all mom and dad ever wanted.” Adam smiled at his sister. “I have to get back to work, I have a meeting with a client. You need an escort back to the subway?” He asked as the two stood ready to leave.

“Uh no, I drove.” She stated.

“You drove?”

“Yeah, James doesn’t want me taking the subway, so I’m driving his truck as my car basically is totaled.”

“Wait, you’re driving his car?” Adam asked. “Elizabeth, no, you have no clue what he’s been involved in with that,”

“Adam.” Elizabeth cut her brother off. “I guarantee any ‘illegal activity’ is not done in that truck. The only thing even remotely illegal that has happened in that truck was the fact that I lost my virginity in the bed when I was seventeen and we went camping.” She stated causing Adam to groan.

“Lizzie tmi.” He whined causing Elizabeth to laugh.

“Liz.” Elizabeth heard the voice belonging to Clint. Turning with a sigh she nodded to her old friend.

“What’s going on?” Adam asked before Elizabeth could open her mouth. “You wouldn’t just show up here if,” Adam paused when Elizabeth touched her brothers arm.

“What is it Clint?” She asked stepping towards him, knowing the only reason he’d show up in Manhattan would be if something bad had happened. “What happened?” Elizabeth asked grabbing her purse and her coat and kissing her brothers cheek. “I’ll call you alright, love you.” She stated before she and Clint disappeared out the door.

“Nothing happened Liz.” Clint stated as they headed towards her truck. “We need you back in Brooklyn, things are tense with Hydra and it’s best you stay where we can watch you. He doesn’t want you leaving Brooklyn without an escort.”

“So, James sent you to be a babysitter.” She stated as they got to the truck. “You be sure to tell Bucky that you were a good boy, but he can shove it.” She stated before slamming the door of the truck and driving off.

Elizabeth spent the rest of her day angry that Bucky thought she needed to be watched. So, she humored him and stayed in Brooklyn inside her home. She did some cleaning around the house and organized the few medical supplies she had, knowing at some point Bucky or Steve would show up at her door hurt. Before she ventured down the street to visit Peggy. The two talked well past the time the kids went down for bed and up until Steve strolled in around one in the morning, they bid each other goodnight and Steve took her home before heading back to his wife.

Saturday was no different than any other day, Elizabeth sat around the house searching for jobs on the internet. She cleaned her house, cut her back lawn, and even fixed the leaky hose in the backyard before calling it a day and relaxing on the couch with a book. Around one in the afternoon she received a call from Steve letting her know they were having their typical barbeque at Bucky’s place. With a groan, Elizabeth readied herself for the day and took the twenty-minute drive to Bucky’s, walking in well after everyone else had arrived.

The backyard was spacious, you walked in through either the garage that opened to both the driveway and the backyard or through the side gate. In the center was an above ground pool and to the right of it was a small patio area where two separate grills were sat, Clint and Sam manning them. To the left of the pool were a few tables and chairs for everyone to sit at. All around sat the group of bikers, probably thirty to forty, all drinking. There were children running around playing, a group of teens swimming in the pool or playing on their phones, and toddlers playing in the corner where there were some toys set up for them.

“Lizzie!” Steve grinned seeing the girl enter through the side gate holding two cases of beer. “And you brought gifts!” He hugged her before taking the alcohol and passing it off to Thor whom took it and put it in the fridge. “We were afraid you weren’t coming.” He stated grabbing the two cold beers from Thor and handing one to Lizzie before leading her towards where Peggy was sitting on a small couch on the patio talking to Natasha and a few women you didn’t recognize.

“No way to get out of coming Stevie.” Elizabeth teased. “Peggy would have had my ass if I hadn’t shown up here.” She stated as they laughed. “Anyways, I wanted to come.”

“Good good.” He grinned as Elizabeth opened her beer and they neared Peggy, Steve passed Peggy the beer before winking at Elizabeth and disappearing into the crowded backyard.

“Hey gorgeous.” Peggy wiggled her eyebrows at Liz.

“Hey Peg, where are the kids?” She asked falling into the chair across from Peggy and giving a smile to the women around her before taking a drink of her alcohol.

“Sorry, but who are you?” A blonde-haired woman asked as she eyed Elizabeth’s choice in outfit, a white sunflower sundress and white gladiator sandals.

“Elizabeth Smith, and you are?”

“Fiona Gregory. Funny, I’ve never heard of you.” The women sneered as Peggy elbowed her.

“Play nice Fiona, this is Bucky’s girl.” Natasha stated leaning against her own chair. “Besides, she left before you came around. Fiona is with Pietro.” Natasha stated.

“Nice to meet you.” Elizabeth stated glancing around, her eyes unconsciously searching for Bucky.

“He isn’t here yet.” Peggy stated. “Ran out to pick up Becca.” Elizabeth’s head snapped towards Peggy.

“Rebecca is coming?” Elizabeth asked as Peggy nodded.

“Every week.” Fiona stated. “Bucky always goes to get her. You look sick.” Fiona noted as Elizabeth had paled slightly at the mention of Rebecca.

“Rebecca and I aren’t on the best of terms.” Elizabeth stated taking a long drink from her beer.

“What do you mean?” Before Elizabeth could answer Peggy, she was being tackled by Emma and James.

“Aunt Lizzie!” They grinned at her as the others laughed.

“Hey kiddos.”

“Liz Smith.” Rebecca’s voice came from behind. “Thought you weren’t ever coming back.”

“Go play.” Elizabeth ushered her niece and nephew away from her. “Wasn’t planning on it Becs, but things happen.” Elizabeth stood and turned towards the women that was once a sister to her.

“Yeah I heard you got fired. What was it for? Sucking your boss off?” Rebecca asked moving closer to where Elizabeth had been standing.

“You’re hilarious Becca.” Elizabeth said with a deadpan tone. “But as I remember that was actually you.” Rebecca moved towards Elizabeth.

“Rebecca. Enough.” Bucky stated touching his sisters arm before whispering in her ear, she disappeared in the crowd as Bucky stared at Elizabeth before nodding towards the house. The two walked into Bucky’s small living room, still decorated from when the two redecorated months before Elizabeth left.

“You kept them?” She asked scanning the wall of pictures, most of were her and Bucky, others of them and their friends. But the wall was full of memories. “You added some new ones.” She stated, her hand running across one that they had taken after they said their first ‘I love you’ to each other.

“It’s better to hold on to memories when you can’t hold onto a person.” Bucky stated as Elizabeth turned towards him.

“Buck,”

“No, you left for you reasons, I know, trust me.” Bucky stated leaning against the doorway that separated the kitchen and living room.

“You had Clint following me.” She mentioned continuing to look around the room, her eyes stopping at the small painting that hung on the wall, it was of Bucky, Steve, Peggy, and Elizabeth after the boys had taken over the club, Elizabeth had gotten it painted for she and Bucky’s anniversary. “I don’t appreciate it Bucky.”

“I need you safe Liz. There’s been some threats since you came back to town, they know who you are to us.” He told her with a sigh. “Steve and I think it’s best you guys don’t leave Brooklyn.” Bucky moved towards the fridge and grabbed himself a drink.

“You two think it’s best? And whom exactly are you tell me I can’t leave Brooklyn, and how do you plan to stop me?” She asked stepping into the kitchen where Bucky had been drinking his beer.

“I dare you to try leaving Brooklyn, you won’t make it out of city limits.” Bucky told her as Elizabeth smirked.

“And you expect me to stay away from my brother and my family?” She asked. “Adam doesn’t come to Brooklyn anymore, you know that.”

“I don’t care about Adam, Elizabeth!” Bucky’s voice grew before he turned to look at her. “I want you safe, and you can’t be safe where I can’t see you!” Elizabeth took a step away from Bucky as he rose his voice.

“You want me safe, fine. But that’s my family Bucky, my blood, yeah, you guys might be my family but I’m not blocking Adam out of my life because you don’t think it’s safe. If this threat is from Hydra, they know me Buck, they know my family, I won’t be safe if they aren’t.” Elizabeth stated. “Buck you never understood that, you never understood why I had to stand with my family. You of all people know I won’t leave my family behind, not again.”

“You didn’t leave your family behind,”

“No, you pushed them away from me! You pushed him away! You and the damn club! You threatened him,”

“Oh, hold on. Threatened?” Bucky laughed as Elizabeth’s hands were on her waist. “No, your brother borrowed money, he needed to pay it back.”

“And you broke his leg!”

“In my defense that wasn’t necessarily me,”

“No, you just set the order for Clint to do it.” She stated. Their arguing had been heard throughout the yard, thus causing Steve to enter.

“Knock it off!” Steve’s stern voice came up from the sliding glass door. “It wasn’t Bucky’s order for one, it was mine. Your brother, owed us over a hundred grand and was avoiding us.”

“So, you broke his leg? You’re both unbelievable!” She stated throwing her hands up. “If he owed you money you should have come to me about it Steven.”

“Figured you might want to know; he still owes about fifty grand.” Steve stated as Elizabeth groaned.

“I’m leaving, you stop me from leaving Brooklyn and you will never see me again, you got it?” Elizabeth’s eyes landed on Bucky, then Steve. “Stay away from my family, do you understand me, because if you don’t, we’re all done.” Both men nodded before Elizabeth turned and headed out the backdoor and heading towards the truck.

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Midnight: Chapter 14

Paring: Clark Kent/ Metahuman! Black! OFC

Rating: M

Warning: None other than some angst and maybe some tears if you are sensitive...

A/n: Hey everyone! I am back again! Did you all enjoy my last chapter? If you missed it check out my masterlist! 

Midnight: Chapter 14

Previously:

 “Are you blocking again Gia. You always block when you aren’t ready to hear the truth but this is it. You are absolutely right...about everything. I still don’t how I managed to mess everything up so badly between us, but I do know I will spend the rest of my life regretting it if it costs me you forever. Please Gia don’t walk away again. I can’t watch you leave when I shouldn’t have let you go the first time..”

 “What do you mean you shouldn’t have let me go the first time?”

 Currently:

 I felt my stomach drop but in a way that I couldn’t understand. Clark is staring at me, his blue eyes capturing me and I’m conflicted on whether to run into his rather large arms or slap him across his dumb handsome face, damn the wrist sprain I’ll suffer. 

   “I should have fought harder for you. I got cold feet about what we could have been and I stayed comfortable rather than trying something new. I messed up badly and all I’m asking for is the opportunity to make it right.”

 I roll my eyes and poke him in his chest. Feels like I am poking a wall but I don’t care. Clark doesn’t give any indication that I've poked him, only looks at me as softly as he did before.

  “Is this about your conscious? This feels like you are apologizing to get that guilt off your chest. Clark I told you a long time ago and just now that you don’t have to feel bad about loving Lois. She was a natural choice. She is gorgeous, red hair, soft eyes, driven, accomplished. Who wouldn’t want someone like that? It was okay that you loved her. You don’t need to apologize for that.”

 He laughs slightly and says

   “Yes Lois is all of those things. And Yes there was a time where I thought she was it for me. You, however are more than that, you always have been. Now, here you are, the mother of my child and all I want is you.”

 There it was.

 Clark didn’t want me truly, he just wanted the family. What the good ole’ Bible Belt told him he needed to do and be when you had a child. I shake my head in disbelief that he thought I would fall for something like this. That I would fall into his arms because of a child. Here I was about to foolish again, believing that there was anything for me in his heart. I step even further away, snatching up the pj’s that I pulled out and going over to the bathroom. I didn’t even have the heart to yell at him. I was tired of the yell and the explaining of myself and emotions to Clark fucking Kent. I didn’t feel like trying to re-program him and trying to make him see sense. If he didn’t understand my feelings weren’t for playing around and weren’t for him to call on for a ego boost by now, then he never would.

I had one child to raise, I didn’t need other in Clark’s teenaged behavior. I knew I would never not love him. It was clear as day, I never could forget this, but I also know if I didn’t put an end of this AGAIN then it would build until I felt like I could do was run away again. I would take Kalen and run and that would only make things harder for me and Clark to co-parent. It was a shitstorm of epic proportions that needed a conclusion.

   “Kal you can stay in the room with Kalen all you want. You two should bond, but as far as you and me goes. There isn’t a you and me. We can learn to be friends again, make that part work for the sake of Kalen. Goodnight Kal-El.”

 The kicked puppy look Clark shoots me, almost made me think he was serious. I knew Clark and he was just reeling from having gone down knowing he had an almost Fiancee to waking up and having her married to someone else. It had to be jarring for him and now he was looking for comfort in having a family, to feel normal again. He was willing to settle with me. 

I didn’t want his pity settlement/ entitlement.

I closed the door to my bathroom, listening for the door to my room to open and close. When I did I let out the breath I had been holding. He didn’t love me. Not in the way I still loved him...

 *Two days later*

 I watched with the rest of the world as trash and war ships were dumped back on the land, and I worried for my friend. Arthur wasn’t the type to keep a phone and considering he was spending most of his time in the water. He was unreachable, and I worried as the various news channels tried to identify him. The worry for Arthur helped take my mind off Clark as terrible as that sounded. 

I was avoiding him like the damn plague and that was because I didn’t trust myself around him. It was easy to avoid him when he radiates so much energy, and in case he tried to alter his emotions to get to me, I had them off every time I knew he was in the area.

I of course looked after Kalen but I made sure to stay clear of him, Ms. A doing her best to be a bumper between the two of us. I hated that she was leaving me. She had become the grandmother I never had, always being around to help and love on Kalen. It was for her own protection but as I sat on her bed, watching her pack the things Bruce purchased for her while Clark took Kalen to the farm with his mother, I was sad.

   “Pick up your face child, I’m moving not dying.”

 She jokes and folds a sweater away into the black suitcase.

   “Yes but California is far away Ms. Alphonse.”

   “Yes, but think about how you and Kalen can come visit me in the warm weather! My niece wants to meet you!”

I smile.

   “I want to meet her too. We will plan a trip soon, Kalen and I.”

   “And Clark.”

 I roll my eyes and huff.

   “I think he needs to stay around here, can’t solve crimes that far away.”

   “The man can fly, I don’t think that’s the problem. Oh and don’t think I haven’t been noticing you avoiding him. Always sending me in with Kalen when he is here. I’ve been going along with it, but you do know that is coming to an end right?”

   “Yes I realize that, but then I’ll just have Alfred do it.”

   “Gia. Why are you avoiding the man? Do you know he asks about you every time he sees me? Looks shattered when I tell him I don’t know.”

   “Long story short he thinks that a family will fix all of his abandonment issues. I decided a long time ago I was done with the wrangling of a superhero.”

 Ms. A laughs at me which makes me pout slightly.

   “Why is that a bad thing? If he wants to be a family with you...I mean you can’t get much better than Superman.”

   “That’s Just it. I’m just me, he is Superman. He can have any woman he wants. He is only trying this because Lois got married and his own upbringing says you should have a family together with your child’s mother. I know him, it’s only a matter of time before he realizes again that I’m not it. I’d rather avoid the heartbreak later by ending it now.”

 She comes back over to her bed, sitting next to me before pulling me into a hug.

  “Baby I know you’ve been through a lot in your life and I also know that when someone burns you you think the best thing to do is cut the head off. It’s like a Hydra it always grows back with two more heads. The real question is are you fixing it or hiding it away? I’m going to tell you right now that you are only hurting yourself.”

   “I need to hurt myself before someone else does.”

   “Gia baby that is no way to live...”

 *At work*

 I was at work again much to everyone’s chagrin, but Victor was on a remote babysitting duty tonight. I knew I was going to have to quit because of those people that had taken me before found my house so quickly, it would only be a matter of time before they tracked me down again, but in this case more time out of the house meant I was less likely to run into Clark. It was the middle of the week, meaning we had a few regulars but no large crowds which was good for me. I was washing out some tumblers and hand drying them for later use, when a throat cleared behind me. I turned around and almost dropped the glass I was cleaning when I found  Lois sitting at the bar. This was the last place I expected to see her but her face gave no indication as to why she was there.

   “Oh wow... Look Lois, if you are here to slap me then come on get it over with. I already feel like shit.”

  “Is that how you greet all your old friends?”

She says with a wry smile in my direction.

   “Only the ones that want to fight me.”

   “Well then pick a different greeting then because I am not here to fight you Gia.”

 I raised an eyebrow.

  “Really? You aren’t just saying that to get a drink on the house are you?”

I smile slightly and go to make the drink I always knew was her favorite. She takes a long sip.

  “This drink might actually be heaven great job. Now let’s cut the bullshit and get to why I am really here.”

She says to me and takes another sip.

  “There’s the Lois I know.”

  “Exactly. The Lois who is a friend or at least thought she was AND has a few questions.”

  “Okay break me down reporter.”

  “Clark told me about your son together. I have a few questions I need answered woman to woman.”

 I sighed, I knew the woman to woman talk was going to have to happen eventually.

   “Alright. How about you head over to the booth, I’ll take my break and we can talk.”

 She agrees and takes her drink, her camel colored mid length coat covering the nice clothes that clearly signified she came from work to talk to me. It didn’t bode well for me because that meant she has been thinking about this all day. She was going to chew me out and I was going to have to let her because let’s face it, I was the third in a duo whether I meant to be or not.

I signaled my coworker to watch the bar for me, even though there was only  a few patrons in at the moment. 

 I slide in across from her, a glass of water in front of me. I eye her nervously, surely picking up on her energy, but she is radiating a swirl of things the most prominent being nerves, confusion, sadness all tied together with happiness. 

Very unsettling considering everything 

     “So As I said Clark told me that you two have. Son together. He also told me about the timeline of his conception. I guess I can’t truly say that he cheated with you because he didn’t but in a odd way it kind of feels that way slightly. Like when he and I took that break it was because I wasn’t sure his heart was in it anymore, plus all that stuff with Bruce and I needed time to think. It hurt to think he was able to be with you so easily. I’ve made peace with that. What I really want to know is why you left? At the end of everything we were friends, you could have asked me for help.”

   “Lois yes we were friends but be real, if I had come to you immediately after Clark died and said ‘aye yo’ sis I know you loved him and everything, but he and I did the deed and now I’m carrying your dead boyfriend's child’ Lois I know you. You would have absolutely hated me and never believed that it was only the one time.”

 She had the grace to look ashamed.

   “Maybe at the beginning. I would have still understood and as I said you were my friend. I was more upset about you abandoning me once Clark died than anything. I thought we were better than that.”

 I looked at her saddened, somehow feeling more terrible than I had about anyone because she had been a good friend to me. 

   “We were. Maybe I shouldn’t have left, but I couldn’t handle you and Martha hating me. I already felt like an invasive species in your world.”

  “You weren’t and I’m sorry if I never expressed that you weren’t. Besides, I should have bowed out a while ago.”

I looked at her confused as she took another drink. I followed suit with my water.

    “Huh?”

    “Gia how long have you been in love with Clark?”

 I know I looked like a deer in headlights as I stared at Lois, who only had a small smirk on her face as she watched me panic. This had been one of my fears. That I would have to look her in the eyes and explain that had sat in her face smiling all the while loving her man. It was shady as fuck at best.

   “W..wwhat do you mean? I don’t love him.”

   “So now we are going to sit in each other’s faces and lie? Come on Gia, I am a Pulitzer Prize winning investigative  journalist and at the end of it all, I am a woman. I knew. I choose to ignore it because I was being selfish, trying to hold on to something that was never meant to last. Honestly, trying to keep up with a superhero? Knowing he was out facing evils and putting himself at risk? Knowing I had no way of stopping it? One of the reasons I needed to think without him was I was coming to the realization that I wasn’t cut out for feeling helpless. That’s never been me.”

 I still didn’t want to say it out loud.

   “Gia all I am asking for is a little honesty. Don’t let poor little ole me go into the world thinking I’m crazy, when I know I’m not.”

   “Fine. I guess it didn’t start that way and I know he was completely dedicated to you. I thought at first it was like me being young and dumb, you know that public figure crush that everyone gets when faced with an attractive public figure, then maybe I thought it was a whole bonding because of the trauma, then I don’t know what happened. And I tried not to feel that way. Honest Lois I did, because it was hopeless for me to feel that way. I was learning to be okay with being his friend. Then that night happened. It changed everything.”

   “And how did he tell you he was still going to be with me.”

   “After he disappeared on me for a week, he came by and told me that he and I shouldn’t be around each other.”

 I left out the part that I saw them together first, and until that moment I was holding out for him to come back to me.

  “Clark has always had foot in mouth syndrome. He is very intelligent but sometimes he just says the wrong thing.”

   “You can say that again, Jesus.”

 We laugh and somehow it gets serious again as awkwardness fills the room.

  “ That night that Clark died was certain about your feelings. I was grieving him but the way you grieved him was different. It almost felt intrusive to watch how you sat next him and just cried, your hand on his, literally trying to push energy into him, you don’t even realize you were begging him not to leave you, it was so quiet and heartbreaking that if I hadn’t been listening over his chest I wouldn’t have heard you at all. It was like a private moment that you shared with him, even in death.“

 I was shocked. Everything was such a blur that night. I didn’t remember asking Clark not to leave.

 “I felt even worse when I found the ring he had for me.”

 “It was a beautiful ring.” I noted.

 “I didn’t tell anyone when I found these.”

 She pulls out two envelopes. One with her name and the other one for me.

 She sides mine across the table, and I pick it up recognizing Clark’s neat writing, indicating that he took his time, because it was impossible to be that neat if he was rushing versus him taking his time.

  “I was upset when I read mine, but I never had any intention on not giving you yours. Like I said you disappeared.”

The paper feels heavy in my hand and I don’t want to open it. 

   “I never read it just an FYI. The letters were hidden in his stuff in the apartment. I actually found the ring a while before I found these. My letter basically said that he loved me and he always would but I didn’t deserve to be with someone who couldn’t give me their whole heart. He wished that he had the courage to say that to me, that our time together had made everything he’d done in his life worth it and hoped that someday we would be friends.”

 I looked at her shocked. Clark had actually planned on leaving her?

 “I..Lois..I don’t know what to say...”

 “There is nothing to say. Just read your letter.”

She shrugs and I open the slightly brown envelope. 

 Dearest Gia,   I am writing this letter to you because I’ve always been better with the written word than talking. The confidence I have in spades on a normal day disappears when I am around you. I want to say that I regret not staying with you. It’s not that I don’t love Lois but you walked out my life two weeks ago and I haven’t been okay since. It’s like you took all of my hopes, dreams and happiness with you. This is why I am breaking things off with Lois for good. I can’t love her that way now that I have experienced being with you. The mistake I made haunts me night after night and I can’t sleep, not without feeling you next to me. I’m not a creeper” as you would have called me, but most of the time I stay up watching your apartment and hoping you change your mind. Ask me to come back to you.    There are so many things I want to say to you and I can’t because you don’t want me... at least not the way I want you. You were perfectly okay with being my friend, and I ruined it by not being able to stop myself, because I had to have you. Even if it was for only one night, one night that you entrusted me to be with you and I ruined it as soon as I possibly could. This letter is the only chance I suspect I’ll ever have to tell you exactly how I feel, because if I know anything about you, once you dig your heels in about something then that’s it. That goodbye you spoke to me felt final, and I am not okay with that, but I can’t deny you from whatever you want from me.   However, I cannot let you leave my life without telling you that I love you. I know that you don’t feel that way for me and I selfishly wished you did because I could call you mine. Finally.    As I said in the earlier part of my letter I’ve never been good with voicing my feelings, especially around you. The feelings I have for you run deep and maybe someday when I see you married or with someone else’s child I’ll get over you, but  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over you.    This letter is getting long and I’ve probably taken your attention away from someone who has a chance with you. I won’t bother you again, but I do want you to know that  I’ll always listen for your voice,  I’ll always come when you call for me.   Yours,   Clark Joseph Kent

 I looked back up at Lois with my eyes and face wet.

   “I meant it when I said I should have bowed out a long time ago. I told you I never read your letter, but if it says what I think it does then my suspicions before i had a conversation with him were correct. The reporter in me wanted to read it, but my morals wouldn’t let me intrude on a private moment between the two of you, plus I honestly didn’t know how I would deal with reading if I had said something to you that I wasn’t ready to accept. If your letter was anything like mine then it was personal and I knew what it said.  Clark looked at me like I was the only woman in the world for him, but you Gia... Gia, he looked at you like you hung the moon. At first I didn’t understand why it wasn’t me, what was it about you besides the whole power thing? I realized that while I was Clark’s biggest cheerleader, he didn’t need a cheerleader, he needed a partner. Someone he can pass the ball to when it gets too tough for him mentally and in your case physically as well. I can be there for him and be proud of everything but I don’t think I won’t be able to fully understand what you all go through in your lives. I can write about hard decisions but I’ve never had to make them.”

 Her words hit me right in the chest as I felt her sadness. I could tell what she had just told me hadn’t been something easy to admit to herself much less another person. 

  “I am so sorry Lois.”

  “Don’t be sorry for me. I don’t need that. I met my husband Matthew not too long after that letter and it’s been a worldwide adventure and I realized that my hero can be a regular guy. Matt has been a saving grace more than I can count. If you two can make each other happy then just know that if it helps you have my blessing. All I am asking for is that even if you don’t want to be with Clark can you at least go see him? He is starting to emit a permanent aura of doom and gloom. I’m surprised you can’t feel it.”

   “I’ve kinda been blocking all incoming emotions anytime he is around. I didn’t want to have to feel the pity, the guilt, the complacency he would have to be with me. I didn’t know any better.”

 Lois shakes her head with a smile.

   “You two deserve each other because you are both impossible. Blind leading the blind.”

 I laugh with her and glance over at my coworker who is watching me as well and I realize how much of a mess I had to look like. He looked like he was going to come over any second but I shook my head no once we made eye contact. Lois looks over at him and offers him a head tilt and then looks back at me. She gets up and grabs her bag and coat that she took off once she sat down in the booth. Once prepared to leave she turns to me with a fixed yet soft stare and says

   “Please go and see him.”

   “I will.” I agree and try not to let it show how much I would like to leave at that very moment to tell him.

  “Good. Stay in touch Gia, I didn’t just come to be Clark’s wing...girl. I came to get my friend back.”

She offers me a hug and I take it. 

  “I’ve missed you Lois Lane.”

   “Oh don’t worry you won’t get rid of me now, because you are way too fucking hard to track down. Also let me tell you that I swear if you make me track you to a strip club again I will hurt you.”

 I sighed, and did my best to look nervous. The strip club had not been my finest hour, but the only saving grace was that I’d only been a bartender there too. However the people there were nicer than any other job I had ever had since then,  I didn’t think anyone could find out about that.

   “Alright alright already. Get out of here, I’m sure you are expected home by now.”

 She agrees with a laugh and goes on her way.

 At my return to the bar, my co-workers look at me nervously as if I was going to burst into tears again at any second. I ponder how quickly I can leave to go find Clark. 

   “I’m fine John. You can stop holding your breath. I won’t cry on you.”

 He visibly relaxes at my joke.

   “Damn all this time Tiffany,  I’ve been waiting to be a  shoulder for you to cry on.”

   “With those lines you will be waiting for a long time...”

with that I count down the time until I could leave to find Clark...

A/N: Does anyone need Kleenex? I did and I wrote it lol 

Good news is that Gia now knows exactly how Clark feels about her. Will they finally stop dancing around each other?

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That one where Padmé is a sith lady and that makes all the difference:

Previously:

She finds him in a garden at the Jedi Temple just before dusk, two days after she commanded the execution of Order 66. She can tell by the look on his face and the set of his shoulders that he’s already been inside. All of the bodies have been removed and properly cremated, but there hasn’t been time for a full clean-up. She knows the hallways of the Temple are still littered with smears of blood and the scorched rubble left behind by blaster fire.

The area is completely deserted; the only two lifeforms around are herself and the man collapsed on a set of steps like a puppet with its strings cut. He doesn’t look up as she approaches, but the subtle way his body twitches as she gets closer indicates his awareness of her presence. She halts a few feet in front of him, skirt swishing against the ground as she stops. They remain like that – she, calmly standing before him, gaze sweeping over his dirty robes and soot-stained auburn hair, and  he, slumped on the concrete steps, eyes locked dazedly on the ground – for a few aching moments.

“Obi-Wan,” she finally says when it becomes clear that he is not going to be the first one to speak.

“Padmé,” he spits out. He at last tears his eyes from the ground to look up at her, avoid her eyes, as he asks, voice harsher than she’s ever heard it before, “Or is it Empress Amidala now?”

“Obi-Wan,” she sighs out his name, the way a mother would address a child who was being particularly difficult. “Please don’t –”

“Stop saying that!” he shouts, cutting her off. “Stop saying my name like we’re friends!”

“We are friends,” she reminds him, gently.

“You’re a Sith, Padmé!” he scoffs and jolts to his feet, lurching toward her. Though she does not step back, knowing better than to show any weakness by giving ground, she cannot stop her hand from twitching toward her waist, where her lightsaber is concealed beneath her cloak.

His eyes do not miss the motion and all the fight seems to drain out of him, abruptly. The brief bout of anger is gone as quickly as it came, leaving behind nothing but weariness and sorrow. He staggers back and falls once again onto the steps.

“How could you?” he whispers, “Padmé, how could you?”

There are a thousand different things she could offer in response, explanations and justifications, lies and appeasements. But the only thing she says is, “Because I had to.”

It’s not enough. “Why?” Obi-Wan cries. Tears are slipping down his checks now, making twin tracks through the dirt and grime. His despair is palpable in the Force; she can feel it radiating from him. She has her own emotions locked down tightly behind her mental shields. One of them has to remain calm.

Slowly, she moves forward and lowers herself to sit on the steps beside him. While he flinches slightly as she reaches out to cover his hand with her own, he doesn’t move away from her. He still won’t meet her eyes, but that doesn’t surprise her. When the truth had come out between her and Anakin, she had stopped concealing her eyes in front of him. He’d spent the first few days unable to look into them for more than a few moments at a time. She has to admit, even she’s still occasionally unsettled by their eerie yellow glow.

They sit quietly for some time, each lost in their own thoughts, both longing for the days when words and affection alike had flown easily between them. Finally, she knows they can prolong this moment of fleeting tranquility no longer.

“I am your friend,” she reasserts, squeezing his hand. She counts it as a small victory that he does not outwardly protest it this time, though inside he must still have his doubts.  

“I know that you don’t understand,” she tells Obi-Wan, voice a soothing hum. “I know that you’re scared and confused, and you feel betrayed. I could promise you that I’m not evil and I haven’t gone insane, that I am still the same woman you have called friend for years now, but I don’t know if you would believe me.”

He doesn’t deny it, and she smiles at him, sad but unsurprised. She had known before she’d come here that pacifying Obi-Wan would be no easy task. That was why she’d left Anakin at home, even though he was anxious to make sure his former Master was safe and unharmed.

She can feel that his anger and fear have abated. He is terribly sad, so very lost and unsure. Sensing his weakness, she allows hope to bubble up inside her, hope that she still has a chance to sway him to her side, that she will not lose yet another of her friends to their own stubborn refusal to yield.

Resolve strengthening, she rises gracefully to her feet and turns to look down at him. “Come home with me, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she implores, holding out her hand. “Let my husband treat your injuries, meet my newborn children. And let me prove to you that our friendship has not been a lie.”

He slowly lifts his eyes to meet hers, gazing into the tangible truth of her nature for the first time. After a long moment, he looks down at her deceptively small and gentle hand. It trembles ever so slightly as, heart pounding fiercely in her chest and longing a sickening twist in her stomach, she waits to see if he will take it.

What happens next:

Padmé is unsurprised to find Anakin pacing furiously just inside the door to their apartment when she returns. As she unlocks the door and enters, Anakin looks up and meets her eyes desperately. “Padmé!” he shouts, “Are you okay? Is Obi-Wan okay? Where –” He cuts off as he notices the hunched form of his Jedi master shuffling into the apartment behind Padmé. “Obi-Wan!”

“He’s alright, Ani,” Padmé says gently. “He’s just in shock. Why don’t you get him a glass of water?”

As Anakin hurries off to the kitchen to do just that, Padmé leads Obi-Wan over to the couch. He’s disconcertingly quiet, has been the whole way back from the Jedi temple. As soon as he took Padmé’s hand, he stopped talking, stopped projecting in the Force. He’s quiet now, inside and out, and Padmé’s honestly a little worried she might have permanently broken him.

Anakin rushes back into the room with a glass of water. He passes it to Obi-Wan, who clutches it between his fingers like a life line. Anakin resumes his frantic pacing, back and forth in front of his former Master. Obi-Wan resumes his empty staring, slumped in the corner of the couch.

Padmé leans against the wall separating the living space from the entry way, watching her husband and her friend, trying to think of what to do next. Getting Obi-Wan to the apartment without bloodshed was a good first step, but keeping him here might be harder. Luckily, she has a plan.

First, she has to deal with her anxious husband. His slightly hysterical pacing is doing nothing to bring down the tension in the room. “Anakin,” she says, “Where are the babies?”

He turns to her. “Sleeping. In the bedroom. With C-3PO and R2.”

Internally, she snorts. He left their newborn children with a high-strung protocol droid and a belligerent astromech. Of course, he did. This man she loves, honestly.

“Why don’t you go get them?” she suggests. “Obi-Wan should meet his niece and nephew, don’t you think?”

Anakin brightens immediately, stormy emotions buried under a wave of love: for her, for their babies, for the Jedi on the couch who is like a brother to him. The smothering tension in the room finally abates a smidge as Anakin bounds off toward the bedroom to gather the children.

Padmé makes her way over to the couch and settles down beside Obi-Wan, gently nudging the hand holding the glass of water. “Drink, Obi-Wan,” she encourages. After he’s drained the glass, Padmé takes it from him and sets it down on the coffee table. Then she grasps his hand in hers, running her thumb soothingly over the back of his hand.

She starts gently gathering up the psychic impression of love that Anakin has left in the room and nudging it toward Obi-Wan in the Force, trying to draw him out of his shell. It works, more or less, and by the time Anakin comes back in, holding an infant in each arm, Obi-Wan is the most present he’s been since she first confronted him at the Jedi temple.

“Master,” Anakin says. Obi-Wan winces, and so does Padmé. Maybe not the best word choice there Ani, she thinks. She’s really going to have to give Anakin some lessons in tact before they commence her take over of the galaxy.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin amends. “I’d like you to meet my children. This is Luke. And this is Leia,” he says, placing the children in Obi-Wan’s arms. Obi-Wan stares down at the slowly waking babies in his arms. His grief and pain are still bright and present in the Force, but underneath it, just as she expected, she can feel his resistance breaking down. She can feel a shining spark of love slowly growing, and for the first time all night, she allows herself to feel something she thought she’d given up on years ago. She feels hope.

Or maybe...?:

The lavas of Mustafar leave the whole planet glowing ominously from orbit, a red and black ball drifting through space. “We’re sure this is where he is?” Anakin asks the clone trooper beside him.

“Yes, sir,” the trooper says, “He triggered an alarm when he landed here two days ago. No idea why he came here of all places, or why he stayed, but he’s definitely here.”

“It doesn’t really matter,” Anakin says grimly. “He won’t be leaving. Prepare a landing shuttle.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

Anakin stalks through the corridors, troopers and Imperial soldiers alike hastening out of his path, as he makes his way toward his quarters. Once he’s closed the door behind him, he pulls out his personal comm and contacts his wife. A little blue holograph of Padmé pops up in front of him.

“Ani,” she greets him.

“Padmé. We found him. He’s definitely on Mustafar.”

Padmé’s expression is grave. “Right, that’s good that you found him…Anakin.” She hesitates for a moment. “Ani, you know what has to be done?” she asks, very gently.

Anakin’s body is tense, his face tight with grim determination. “I know. You don’t have to worry. I know exactly what I have to do. I won’t let him leave this planet alive. Not after …” he trails off.

On the hologram, Padmé’s hand drifts down to press against her abdomen, where he knows an angry red slash covers her side from her hip all the way up to her rib cage. Bacta could easily have erased the vivid scar, but Padmé has chosen to keep it, as a reminder, she said.

He thinks she probably meant a reminder for herself, but it serves just as well as a reminder for him. A reminder that the world is different now, that the people who were once his friends, his family, aren’t any longer. He has a new family now, a wife and children, and they’re all that matters. Anything and anyone that threatens that family has to be eliminated. It’s why he’s here on Mustafar.

“Ani,” Padmé draws him out of his pondering, “Please be careful. Do what has to be done and then come back to me. I love you.”

“I love you too, angel,” he says. “I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t. You never have. Signing off.” Padmé disconnects the call and Anakin spends a few moments staring at the space where her image was, thinking about the future. The past. About the scar on Padmé’s side and how she got it. About Padmé extending her hand in friendship, and the man who met her offer of a place in their family with furious words and a saber to the gut.

He snaps out of it when a trooper knocks on his door. “Sir, the landing shuttle is prepped and the men are ready when you are,” the trooper announces before marching away.

Anakin nods once, decisively, and squares his shoulders. He clips his lightsaber to his belt, and holsters a blaster for good measure. He can’t take any chances. He has a mission to accomplish.

For his angel.

For his wife.

For his Empress.

Long live the Empire.

More Sith Padme: 1 and 2 and 3

#star wars #star wars prequels #my writing #sith padme #sith!padme #padme amidala #empress padme amidala #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #anidala #obianidala maybe #depending on what outcome you like best #i go for the angst myself #my sith!padme

[bapyess1r]

Amphetamine

Chapter 1

Talia’s POV

A tall, dark figure stood at the backdoor entrance. “What the hell are you doin’?!” the voice said followed by the click of a pistol. I can honestly say I wanted to cry.

“Shit! I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” I was shaking, not sure whether to put the book back or try and clean up the mess I made.

“You didn’t mean to snoop through my shit?” he questioned, stepping forward into the light. He was a handsome older man with a well defined build. And I mean really well built. He had a bandage wrapped around his right arm and butterfly stitches on his prominent forehead. He looked as if he’d seen some shit. Why else would he be waving a pistol around? Just then, Marcel and the band had come to my rescue.

“Sammy stop!” I could hear Jules yell as Marcel forced his way between the two of us, his hands up in surrender. I clutched the book to my chest tightly, tearing up a little bit.

“Hey hey hey chill man! Relax! She’s with us! She’s that new vocalist I wrote you about!” He pleaded calmly as the man hit the lights and stared at my horrified face for a moment. The tension in his face eased up and with a relieved sigh he put the safety on his pistol, walking over to the island in the kitchen area.

“Shit.” he huffed, probably from getting all worked up. Marcel patted my shoulder to console me a bit and walked somewhere to grab a broom and some towels. “Sorry, sister! In my line of work, you can’t uh… ever be too careful.” He pulled a cigarette and placed it between his shapely lips before flicking a silver engraved lighter, tossing it and the pistol on the counter carelessly.

“HOW FUCKING DANGEROUS IS TREASURE HUNTING?!” I snapped suddenly, shoving the book into his broad chest rather roughly. He scoffed and turned to look after me.

“I’m so s- Hey! I said I’m sorry!” he called after me, but I was already out the door. Fiercely walking down the street, my hands were shaking, fiddling about my jacket and pants for my own cigarette and lighter. Each breath was heavy and just a little bit shaky. I almost died. I almost got shot. As I reached the community docks, I still couldn’t believe it.

“Fuckin’ A. More therapy….” I commented aggressively, crossing my arms in front of me to shield myself from the cold winds coming in off of the salty waves. I tried my best to focus on the moon and forget what just happened for my own sanity. I thought about why I came here as the laps of the water coaxed my mind into the void.

 I moved from New York, a failed performer. Not music, but dance. Ballet and Contemporary as a major. I went to school for it. Trained under the best of the best. Graduated even… I tried looking for a job and nobody would take me. Even with my recommendations. I began to feel depressed about it and suddenly didn’t want to try anymore. I moved in with my Godfather and Godmother under the conditions that I would help watch their kids and get a job as a dance teacher. So here I was in the sunshine state. The kids cheered me up for the first few weeks, teaching became my second joy. But I still felt an emptiness… my Godfather encouraged me to  practice music again after hearing me be emo in my room, my electric guitar through my speaker on low quality sound and soft as I sang a thing I wrote. He introduced me to Marcel. He was about average height, handsome as hell, smooth cocoa skin, and a smile that blinded like a million watts. The wrinkles near his eyes gave away that he might’ve been a tad older than me (26). He was 35. Marcel brought me to the rest of the band. Jules on keys was a skinny Courtney Love looking girl with green eyes. She was also 30. The only one closer to my age was their drummer Louie. He rocked a buzz cut and Jason Vorhees tee almost every day. He was 29. The only one who was missing was their guitar player. He was the eldest of the members and currently away for business. After they told me about him, I never questioned it again. I actually forgot he was a thing until tonight…

“Excuse me.” said a familiar voice, pulling me from my thoughts almost immediately. When I looked behind me, there he was. That man again. Subconsciously, I took a step back and he held his hands up to show himself harmless. At that moment, my cigarette had unbeknownst to me burned down to my finger and burned my fingers. I dropped it with a hiss as it tapped itself out on the concrete. “You okay?” he asked. Eyeing him, I crossed my arms again.

“I’m fine.” I said. The winds began to blow a little harder and I shivered, turning to look back out to the water. That’s when I felt heavy denim fabric cover my shoulders. I looked at him just as he backed away. It was a few minutes before I could say anything. “Thank you…”

“Not a problem. Listen… back inside I… I really am sorry.” He said. As I listened to his apology, I detected a Boston accent. If I hadn’t met him the way I did, I’d almost call it adorable. “It’s uh… It’s been a trip. I didn’t expect much adventure in this job and I was absolutely mistaken.” I took a long and suspenseful deep breath before speaking with remote interest.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Too much to tell over a smoke.” He said with a coy smirk. I gave a brief smile as I lit another cigarette. “Sam Drake.” he stuck a large rough hand out for me to shake. “Guitar and Lead Vocals.”

“Talia Aaron. Guitar and Vocals.” I said proudly, giving him a strong handshake. He raised a thick brow and scratched the stubble on his chin.

“Seems we’re at an impasse, doll.”

“Not exactly. I think we’re meant to tag team these vocals. I can hold down some rhythm while singing, you play lead, you hold down rhythm while you sing, I can hold my own on a solo if need be.”

“Woah woah woah,” he chuckled deeply. “How do I know you can even sing?”

“How do I know you can even sing?” I said, letting the smoke fall out of my mouth with a smirk. Sam pursed his lips and nodded, smoke leaving his nose then mouth as he spoke.

“Touche.” he began fiddling with the lighter between his fingers. “Well I hope you don’t mind me taking this weekend’s show from ya. It’s been a while and you haven’t heard the full band yet.” He said slickly. I turned to look at him. I mean really look at him this time. He had a rugged charm about his face. Weathered by age but still like fine wine. He was a bit beaten and bruised at the moment but I could tell it exhilarated him. I also noticed the tattoo on his neck of the four birds flocking in a circle, shone by the street lamp that finally decided to come on. His brown v neck clung to every muscle of his upper body just right. His long thick brown hair pushed back off of his chiseled face. There was something slightly youthful about him when he smiled and I felt a slow burn across my cheeks. Taking another drag of my cigarette, I nodded slowly.

“I’d love to see you play.” The words came out much flirtier than intended and it was kind of embarrassing. With a nervous chuckle, I kicked some gravel around with my heeled boots as he towered over me, staring into my eyes with a playful smile. I looked at him from beneath my false lashes and bit the inside of my cheek, turning my head to avoid giving him the satisfaction that he was totally working on me. I shook my head and put out my cigarette, shedding myself of the heavy denim jacket he’d given me. “You’d better get to practicing. You’re a little late to the party.” I cooed, opening the gate and walking briskly to my Godfather’s.

Sam’s POV

I watched her as she walked away with probably the most perfect ass I had seen in a long time. And I’ve seen plenty, believe me. I smirked as a faint feeling of lust arose in my chest. I turned back to face the ocean and took a breath of that fresh salty air before polluting it once more with another cigarette. I pulled out my phone and dialed Victor Sullivan to let him know I had touched down safely in Florida. Then I called Nathan to tell him I was home for a while. We talked about the trip and he just listened and fanboyed with me as I spoke. Then he hit me with it. “So I know you slept with somebody. You always find somebody.” he chuckled.

“Ouch, little brother!” I feigned my feelings hurt with a chuckle. “I’ll have you know I am a respectable gentleman.”

“Save the lies for the job, Sam.” Nathan laughed. It warmed my heart to hear him being healthy and happy and safe out of harm's way for once.

“How’s my niece?” I asked. Cassie: absolutely precious, such a sweetheart.

“She asked about you just before bed actually. I’m sure she’ll be glad to know that you’re back safe and sound.” he responded. I hung my head feeling a tad bit guilty.

“Eh… for now anyways.” I said taking a drag.

“What- you got another job already?!” he sounded surprised honestly. As much as I complained about my joints and my back hurting lately.

“Not yet, little brother. I’m home for now…” I told him, suddenly thinking about the new girl with a faint smile. “I plan on recovering for a couple months… I’ll see about a job then after I’m all healed up.” I tossed my cigarette into the ocean and headed home.

“Alright then.” he said. Suddenly, I could hear Elena calling him in the background in a harsh tone.

“Sheesh… She sounds pissed- what’d you do?” I chuckled.

“Not the laundry. Gotta go! Take care, Sam.”

“Be good, little brother.” I said before I heard the line drop on his end.

I hung up as I arrived at my garage still filled with my boneheaded bandmates. “What the hell are ya still doin’ here?! It’s so late!” I chuckled, arms open wide to what felt like my second family .

“We missed you!” Jules squealed, getting up to hug me. I cooed as I embraced her small frame and accepted the glass of whiskey handed to me by my good friend Marcel.

“So…” he began.

“What?” I asked absolutely cluelessly as I sipped on the Tennessee whisky.

“Talia?” Marcel was grinning from ear to ear. Clearly more excited about her than I was. Hell I didn’t know the girl. But my face betrayed me with a slick smirk and an almost perverse chuckle. “Fire, right?!”

“I mean yeah! She’s a good lookin’ girl! A bit on the young side… I haven’t heard her sing yet so I can’t determine just yet.” I said, trying not to make a fool of myself with the slight school boy feeling I got by just thinking about her.

The four of us spent the night drinking and talking until the sunrise. And as much as I loved them, all I wanted was a hot shower and a long nap in my own bed under my own roof so eventually I had to kick em out. Walking back into my home, I looked around, finally settling in and getting used to being home again. I kicked off my boots and let my limbs hang off the couch. Every muscle, bone, and joint in my body began to scream at me. “Ugh…. I hate to say it but…. I’m definitely getting too old for this.” I groaned as the alcohol began to send me off to sleep.

#uncharted reader insert #uncharted 4 #uncharted x reader #samuel drake #sam drake #sam drake x reader #samuel drake x reader #sam drake smut #uncharted smut #sam drake fanfiction

[bluebird722]

Flying Over the City

Characters: John Stewart/Green Lantern, Anissa Pierce, Jennifer Pierce

Rating: K

Summary: While Metropolis is under a lockdown during the pandemic, John Stewart gives his nieces a night to remember. 

Author’s Note: Because John is an uncle, but we don’t have any scenes of them interacting. 

Disclaimer: Do I really even need to say it?

John Stewart enjoyed nights like these, when he did not have to be Green Lantern but could just be John Stewart, American, brother, uncle--the life he knew and loved. It wasn’t that he came to resent being Green Lantern, but it was nice to heat up burger patties, Spongebob macaroni and cheese, and mix frozen corn. 

“Anissa, Jennifer,” he called out as he gave himself a bigger serving of each side dish, “dinner’s ready!”

Anissa and Jennifer, who were lying on their stomachs as they worked on puzzle books, immediately jumped to their feet and ran to the kitchen, squealing and grinning. “No running,” he reminded them of their mother’s rule, especially when with a babysitter. 

“Thank you, Uncle John,” the sisters chorused after they washed their hands really good and pulled themselves into their chairs to the table that Jennifer helped set. 

“You’re very welcome.” John cut the cheeseburger--the one with the weird vegan cheese that the girls enjoyed--in half. “All right. Let’s eat.”

Anissa took a big bite of her cheeseburger half and sipped from her glass of milk without slurping. “I hate this lockdown,” she grumbled. “I miss going to school, and it’s so hard doing school on the computer.”

“Yeah,” Jennifer agreed. “We can’t even have playdates with our friends anymore! We tried doing that--what’s it called--”

“Zoom,” Anissa reminded her. 

“Yeah, Zoom,” Jennifer remembered, “and we couldn’t laugh or play like we would at Aunt Iris’s house!”

“I know it’s rough, girls,” John said before taking a bite of corn. “Even the League is struggling. We try to help in hospitals, give medical supplies, but even still, we’re being careful with social distancing.” He drank half his water and thought about Barry rushing around the country to hand out supplies to hospitals, then going to the Watchtower to wash himself and his uniform, before he could go home. Even Clark was almost inactive, what with a toddler at home. 

Anissa swallowed a mouthful of her macaroni and scratched the back of her head. “At least we’re able to see you, Uncle John,” she said with a smile, “and at least Daddy has only a cold, not the thing.”

John was relieved when his former brother-in-law was revealed to only have a cold but encouraged his girls not to stay with him and play “nurses”. Lynn was very serious about social distancing and who was the actual nurse. “Fortunately, John was rather pleased that she was working the night shift now; it gave him the opportunity to look after his nieces and see them grow up. 

“And I’m very thankful that I get to see you girls, too,” he agreed. 

They finished their dinner and put everything in the dishwasher, and John turned on Netflix so the girls could watch something uplifting and would get them up to sing and dance, not Cat Grant or Tod Donner reporting on the latest death toll. 

At seven, the girls brushed their teeth and put on their pajamas while John messages his fellow Lanterns, who had nothing to report. In some ways, crime was not as bad now that people were not leaving their homes. In other ways, it was worse now that people were fighting for toilet paper and basic needs. Sighing, John walked upstairs and knocked on the girls’ door. “Anissa, Jennifer, you girls in bed?”

“Almost,” said Anissa with a grunt. 

Taking a deep breath, because he knew that they would tell their mother and quite possibly their father, he knocked again. “Why don’t you girls come out? I have something to show you.”

He heard a race to the door, a slap, and Jennifer hiss “Ouch”, and then his nieces presented themselves to him, Jennifer in her flannels and Anissa in her nightgown, both in fuzzy socks. “Come with me, you two,” he said as he held out his hands. 

“Ani hit me, I didn’t--” Jennifer began, but he gently shook his head. She immediately went silent. He checked through the window to make sure no one was watching or outside. Then, with his ring of power, he shifted from his sweatshirt and sweatpants to his Green Lantern uniform. 

Anissa and Jennifer giggled as they did ever since they were tiny, but then he used his ring to create a little magic carpet that swept them off their feet. With one hand, John opened the window, and the magic carpet reached upwards to shape masks around the girls’ noses and mouths. They stared at their uncle, their eyes wide, as he checked the area one last time and flew the girls outside. 

As John closed the window, Anissa and Jennifer looked around their neighborhood at a view that they had never seen before. “Look--I can see the playground!” Anissa pointed. 

“My friend’s house!” Jennifer squeaked. 

Smiling to himself, John flew his nieces higher into the air, loving their tiny “whoa”s and gently sailed them over their neighborhood. Jennifer even took down her pigtails and let her curls fly behind her. She felt like Superman, with her hair as a cape. 

John flew them to a familiar apartment and eased down to a particular window. Inside, Jefferson was in bed but not sleeping, though he sat up when he saw his daughters’ faces pressed together outside his window. They smiled with opened mouths and excitedly waved. After staring incredulously at John, he responded and blew two kisses, and then John gently moved the magic carpet away.

He took Anissa’s and Jennifer’s hands as he zapped away the magic carpet with the masks still in place, and the girls outstretched their arms, giggling as the wind brushed against their faces, and Uncle John rolled the three of them over on their way north. 

Anissa gasped. “My school!” she pointed to her uncle, who remembered volunteering at bake sales and watching her in the school play a little over a year ago. John gently swooped her down to fly over the roof and let her point to her classroom. The decorations were gone, as were her and her classmates’ names on paper clouds, but she could still see her old desk, the corner where good students were allowed to sit in bean bags to read their stories, and her teacher making lessons on multiplication a fun game. 

When John pulled her up, she threw her arm around his neck. “Thank you, Uncle John,” she said in a muffled voice. 

“My pleasure,” he whispered. Then he flew her down to the heart of Metropolis, where few cars were on the road and several people who were on the streets were masks. They admired the giant globe of the Daily Planet and John let them orbit the globe three times. 

“Ewe, bad man!” Anissa pointed to the LexCorp tower. John chuckled to himself and hoped that they didn’t hear, but then the girls blew raspberries, stuck out their tongue, and held out their middle fingers. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he gently scolded them as two green hands clamped over the ones they held out their middle fingers. “Where did you girls learn that?”

Both Anissa and Jennifer went still. “A movie?” they said so quickly that John couldn’t tell if they were lying or honest. 

“Please don’t do that again,” he said. “It’s rude and makes you two look uneducated--promise?”

“Promise,” the sisters said together.

John flew them over to their favorite restaurant, Bilbo’s Diner, which was now closed but offered takeout services and accepted donations for people who were on welfare. “We should have ordered a pie to share after dinner,” John thought aloud. 

“Tomorrow, maybe?” suggested Anissa.

“We could,” said John as he swept them away, “but a pie we can all share.”

“My favorite is chocolate,” said Jennifer, “but Ani and I share pecan all the time.”

“We can do that,” said John. He flew them to the nearby children’s hospital, where the virus had not infected any child but families had restricted visiting hours. The girls made their way onto his back so he could hide them while he waved to children who were still awake but alone. For fun, he used his ring’s power to spell out, GET WELL SOON!, U R STRONG!, and THINKING OF U! Nothing delighted him more than to see the delight on those faces, brightening their moods in this torrid time. It made him more grateful that his nieces, the only children that he cared about more than any others in the world, were in good health, but it was nice to expose them to less fortunate children. 

Close to the children’s hospital was the Metropolis University Hospital, where John let the girls wave to medical staff and make heart shapes with their thumbs and fingers. The doctors and nurses did the same, but the patients stared in awe that a member of the Justice League brought over two little girls just to say hi. 

Afterwards, John held the girls’ hands again and let them fly through the clouds, though Jennifer was disappointed that they didn’t feel like anything. When her uncle flew them down to look at the girls’ favorite ice cream place, Anissa turned to him. “This is so much fun, Uncle John,” she said. “Can we do it again?”

“Someday,” he promised. “But right now, it’s time for bed.”

As if on cue, Jennifer loudly yawned. John laughed and kindly flew them back to his sister’s house, where he opened the window and slid the girls inside. They kept yawning, loudly and silently, struggling to hold up their heads. Nevertheless, per their mother’s request, they washed their hands and faces before bed and let their uncle put them under the covers. 

“Good night, girls,” he whispered. 

Jennifer yawned. “Thank you, Uncle John,” she said through a yawn that nearly dislocated her jaw. 

“Thank you for the best night ever,” Anissa added. 

Smiling, John ruffled their hair. “Of course,” he said. “This is a trying time, but there’s still some good in the world...if you remember to be careful and take part in it.”

Jennifer and Anissa smiled before promptly falling asleep. John left the room and hoped that they had wonderful dreams of flying, unaware that they dreamed of being superheroes who would continue in their father’s and uncle’s footsteps in costume or as their mother in scrubs. 

#young justice #fanfiction #John Stewart #green lantern #jennifer pierce #lightning #anissa pierce #thunder #justice league #lynn stewart #jefferson pierce #black lightning

[fandom-imagines-stories]

The Color of a Bruise Part Two

Danny Reagan x Daughter! Reader 

Words: 1954

Part One

Summary: After an awkward Sunday dinner, Danny begins to suspect that his daughter's new boyfriend may have violent tendencies. You desperately try to solve the situation on your own, but everything just spirals out of control. The entire family is called to arms. 

Notes: This part is going to be more intense than the last one. I just felt like I could include more having it split into two parts. Please let me know what you guys think!

Warnings: Abuse, emotional and physical. Mentions of assault. Again, if you’re uncomfortable always feel free to skip. Also spoilers for those of you not passed season seven.

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Danny slowly opened the door to the roof, hearing shouts and shuffling feet on the other side. He held up his gun in front of him, slowly peeking around the corner to see you and the man he assumed attacked you in the alley at lunch. 

“Zach, you don’t have to do this. We can work this-” He hit you before you could finish. You’d been trying to talk him down for the past half hour and nothing seemed to be working. 

“You’ve made it very clear that there is no working this out!” He waved his gun around and stepped back, trying to stay away from the edge of the roof. 

“Zach, please-” You started when you saw the shimmer of a police badge in the setting sun. Zach started to follow your gaze, but you put a hand on his cheek. “Let’s just talk about this.” He pushed you away from him, aiming the weapon at your face. He turned his head just enough to see the badge as well and ran, yanking you up by the arm with him. 

“Shit,” Danny muttered, coming out from his hiding spot. “Police! Drop your weapon.” Jamie and Eddie came out from around the corner as well, Jamie brandishing his own weapon. 

“You called your dad!” Zach screamed furiously, his grip on your arm bone-crushingly tight. 

“Let her go,” Danny growled, chasing after the two of you until Zach climbed up on top of the ledge, taking you with him. He kept you in front of him, using you as a shield. 

“Stay back, or I’ll blow her brains out before we even hit the pavement.” He moved his arm to wrap it around your neck in a chokehold, keeping the gun against your temple. You couldn’t stand to look at the fear and panic in your father’s eyes. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Jamie started, keeping as calm as possible. “Zach, was it? Zach, we can find someone who can help you."

“Y/N told me about you,” Zach hissed. “You’re the one who always makes people trust you before you arrest them.” He turned his fiery gaze to Eddie. “If your bitch had just minded her own business, none of this would have happened!” Jamie tensed but was able to keep as calm as possible. One wrong move and his niece plummeted to the sidewalk below. Danny, on the other hand, kept his eyes fixed on his daughter and his gun on the son of a bitch who thought he could get away with hurting a Reagan. 

“It’s over, Zach!” Danny shouted. “Just come down from the ledge and let Y/N go.”

“Don’t make this worse for yourself,” Jamie added, cautiously moving to Danny’s side. 

“Shut up!” Zach switched his aim to your father and your already racing heart dropped. 

“Zach, wait.” You begged, carefully shifting so you could look him in the eye. “You were right. We’re meant to be. I just couldn’t see it until now.” You gently put your hand on his cheek. “I’ll go with you.” His expression softened. 

“You will?” He kept his weapon up, but his guard was down. You nodded and did you best to fake a smile. 

“Of course, I love you.” Your voice trembled. This had to work. “You just have to promise me something, okay?” He switched his gaze between you and your dad, but he was starting to calm down. 

“Anything.” You almost felt bad for him. You took a deep breath and looked at your father. 

“Please don’t hurt my family.” 

Acting quickly, you shoved away from Zach, the gunshot ringing in your ears. You fell onto the hard cement of the roof, feeling the sharp crack of your wrist. Zach’s blank eyes stared at you and you watched his body fall, crashing somewhere on the pavement below. Danny was beside you before you could even cry out. 

Jamie called for a bus while your father checked your arm to assess the damage. 

“I’m sorry.” You cried, every movement in your arm sending another wave of pain. 

“It’s okay,” Your father assured you, taking you in his arms while careful not to hurt you further. “You’re gonna be okay. He’s gone.” 

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Eddie whispered to Jamie, watching Y/N cling to her father. Jamie let out a sigh. 

“I don’t know.” 

-

After the doctors put a cast on your wrist, your dad and his partner Detective Baez asked you a couple of questions about your relationship with Zach. You knew he was biding time for some security team to show up. He was never letting you out of his sight again. 

“When did your relationship with Zach become abusive?” Your father asked softly. You kept your eyes straight ahead of you, keeping your bruised face as emotionless as possible. You had to keep control. 

“About a month ago.” You shifted uncomfortably. “We argued about me hanging out with my friends and he pushed me into a bookshelf.” Danny let out a deep sigh and Baez asked the question no one wanted to hear. 

“Is there anything else about Zach’s…” She tried to choose her words carefully. You were like family to her. This was personal. “Abuses, that we should know?” You looked at her and then at your dad, your chin beginning to tremble. 

“Please don’t make me tell you.” You begged, your breath catching on a sob. Danny’s heart shattered. Your reaction could only mean one thing. He closed his eyes, feeling Baez’s hand on his shoulder. 

“Maybe I should take it from here.” He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. He left without another word. 

Nearly the entire family was gathered in the waiting area. Jack and Sean sat together by the window while Erin paced back and forth on the phone with Nicky, who was still at school. Jamie was with Eddie, who was being checked for a concussion.

“Is she okay?” Jack leaped out of his chair, his brother quickly following. “What happened? What’s going on?” 

“Your sister is going to be fine.” Danny sighed, though he wasn’t even sure he believed it. A broken wrist was nothing compared to the psychological trauma she’d likely carry with her for the rest of her life. Frank stepped out from the corner and put a hand on Danny’s arm. 

“She’ll get through this.” He assured him. 

“She’s tough,” Hank added. “Just like her dad.” It was meant to be comforting, but it only stung Danny’s heart more. Y/N was too much like him. She bottled up her emotions, thinking she could handle it on her own. If she wasn’t so pig-headed and stubborn like him, she wouldn’t have kept her problems with Zach a secret. Maybe she wouldn’t have been… he didn’t want to think about it. He just wished Linda was here. 

Baez came running around the corner, the panic on her face making everyone worry even more. 

“She’s gone.” Baez gasped. 

“What?” Erin hung up the phone with Nicky and came to Danny’s side. 

“I asked the nurse to get her a cup of water and when I turned around she was just gone,” Baez explained. “I’m so sorry Danny.” 

“It’s not your fault.” He pushed passed her, sprinting towards the desk. The nurse was taken aback as the whole clan surrounded her, Jamie and Eddie joining them from the other room. “Did Y/N Reagan check out?” The nurse smiled nervously. 

“Yes, she just left.” Seeing their shocked expressions, she tried to explain. “Seeing as her injuries had been treated and she is no longer a minor, there was no reason to keep her here.” Danny slammed his hand on the desk, causing the woman to jump. 

“It’s like you said, Danny, she couldn’t have gotten far.” Erin tried to calm him down. “We’ll find her.” 

“Why would she run off?” Eddie asked, Jamie wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Danny just sighed. 

“Because she’s like me.” 

-

The search for Y/N had been going on for a few hours and it would be morning soon. Erin had insisted on going with Danny while the others teamed up to take on different areas she might go. Jack and Sean were waiting at home in case she came back. Erin watched the houses pass, but Danny kept his eye on every movement, every dark shadow catching the headlights. As more houses passed by, Erin saw a bike forgotten in a driveway and finger paintings taped up in windows. 

“Danny…” She turned to her brother. “I think I know where she might have gone.” 

Soon the siblings were driving through a neighborhood Danny hadn’t seen in over a year, but sure enough, he spotted a hunched over shape sitting on a porch he didn’t recognize. After their house burned down, he never came to see the new one they’d built in its place.

He pulled the car up to the curb and raced out while Erin called the rest of the family to let them know that they had found you. 

“Y/N?” He began softly. You perked your head up, the hospital tag sticking out of your sweatshirt sleeve. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

“I thought if I could just come back here, everything would make sense.” You hissed, angry at yourself for letting your emotional wall crumble. “But everything’s changed.” 

“You can’t run out after nearly getting killed!” He was trying to keep his voice down, but he was never good at controlling his temper. And neither were you. 

“I thought that I could do this on my own.” You replied, dropping your head into your hands. “First the house… then mom…I thought if I could just control this one part of my life, then I could stop everything from falling apart.” You tried to hold back a sob, but it nearly turned into a scream. A cry for help that nobody was hearing. “I miss her.”

Your father sat down beside you, a tear falling down his cheek as he took your hands in his, making you look up. 

“I miss your mom every day.” The sun was starting to peak over the skyline and the owners of the new, unfamiliar house would likely be up soon. “I miss her every time I hear her laugh in yours or see her smile on your lips.” He sucked in a pained breath. “But we can’t close off on each other. You can’t keep secrets like this. Y/N, I almost lost you.” His voice caught in his throat and you laid your head on his shoulder, letting him wrap his arms around you. 

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could manage to say. 

The sunrise colored the sky and your dad walked you to his car where your aunt Erin greeted you with a gentle hug and a caring smile. The three of you left the neighborhood behind, but looking in the rearview mirror, Danny thought for a moment that he saw the old house, standing clear as day. And even though he couldn’t see her, he knew that Linda was there, watching the car drive off. By the time you reached your grandfather’s house, you’d fallen asleep in the back seat. 

Danny smiled to himself, remembering all the times you’d fall asleep before reaching home, muttering about whatever dream you were having. 

“Should we wake her up?” Erin wondered. He shook his head. 

“Let her rest.” He quietly opened the car door and carried you inside, just like he had all those years ago, though they didn’t seem so far away anymore.

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