#avengers play cards against humanity

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Shine Bright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Star!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: fluff, angst, being kidnapped and almost killed, but then fluff again

Summary: Hydra wants to reign eternally, and the best way to do that is to eat a falling star's heart. They knock you out of orbit but didn't expect the Avengers to find you first.

Squares Filled: stars (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: This takes place during or after FATWS, but I've made John evil, and everyone who died post-Endgame is alive and well.

I am absolutely in love with the movie "Stardust", so I decided to base this story on that! The picture down below DOES NOT represent the reader at all, I just wanted to showcase the movie.

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The sky above is still and peaceful. There isn’t a cloud in sight that allows visibility to whoever looks up at it. John Walker looks through the telescope and positions it on the star Hydra is targeting. If he wasn’t on a mission right now, he’d appreciate the stars shining brightly for their human audience.

“John, is everything in position?”

“On my end. What about yours?”

John looks at his coworker who is in charge of the missile they plan on using for this mission. The man tweaks the numbers and aligns them with the correct star.

“We’re ready.”

All eyes turn to Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. She is in charge of this whole operation under the assumption this is for the CIA. She sits at the large desk in the middle of the room, leans back, and rests her hands in her lap.

“Fire away, gentlemen.”

John and his coworker turn the machine on and launch the missile at the star. John rushes over to the telescope and watches as it flies into the sky, breaks off into tiny pieces, and zooms straight into the heart of the star. Instead of blowing it up like most missiles do, it knocks the star off its orbit and sends it straight down to Earth. Whatever John is seeing through the telescope, everyone can see on the monitors in the room so that Valentina can see what’s going on.

Everyone watches it fall straight to Earth to a place they don’t know. They can’t predict the crash site for something as big as a star but it won’t be hard to track it down. Once they figure out where it is, they’ll have so much fun dissecting it for what they truly need it for.

It was Tony’s idea that the entire team kick back and relax after a hard working week. Sam and Wanda brought out the board games that can account for a lot of people since everyone lives at the compound. The only one not here is Thor but that’s because he has duties to complete on Asgard.

“Okay, this time, don’t cheat,” Tony says to Sam.

“Hey, that was one time and I was trying to get Steve.”

The game they’re playing is Cards Against Humanity, something they all love to play—adult edition. What’s a good night in with alcohol and friends if not for an inappropriate game?

“Bucky, you in or not?”

“Yeah, pass me some cards.”

With everyone on board, the game can get started. The first few rounds were hilarious and the next couple was causing a lot of people to drink. Tony loves to put a spin on his games. If he can get people to drink, then a lot of people are getting drunk. By the tenth round, everyone is relaxed and willing to kick things up a notch.

Tony brings out a Truth or Dare drinking game when something bright lights up the night sky.

“What the hell is that?” Clint asks.

Everyone gets up and gathers around the window to watch it fall to the ground. It lands not far from the Avenger’s Compound but far enough to where they can’t see it.

“Tony, Sam, let’s check it out,” Steve says seriously.

Tony and Sam get suited up while Steve fetches his shield. Steve catches a ride with Tony to travel two hours from the Compound in Madison County. There is a big crater on the ground from the impact of the white light, and the three men tread carefully over to it. Steve’s shield is in front of him ready to protect him, Sam’s drone, Redwing, flies next to him cautiously, and Tony’s repulsors are ready and waiting to be fired.

Tony expected to see some kind of weapon in the middle of the crater but instead of a thing, it’s a person--you. You’re wearing a white dress that goes down to your feet, and you have a white glow about you. You groan in pain just as the light dies down and you look up at the three men staring at you.

“What the hell happened?” you ask.

You look to the sky to see your sisters shining in the night sky. How the hell did you get from up there to down here?

“Who are you?” Steve asks.

“My name is Y/N. Who are you?”

“Steve, Tony, and Sam. What happened here?”

“I don’t know. One minute I was shining in the sky and the next I’m down here and in pain.”

“Shining in the sky?”

“I’m a star. I was minding my own business and someone knocked me out of orbit.”

Steve, Tony, and Sam walk down the crater’s walls and toward you cautiously. They still don’t know if you’re good or not until you get up and reveal what’s been behind you this whole time. A shell of a missile that has the Hydra symbol on the side of it.

“We need to get her inside. If Hydra wants her, then she must be special. We can’t just leave her here.”

“Leave me here? What the hell is going on here?”

“If Hydra wants you, it’s for a reason. We should get you inside before they come looking for you.”

Going with them beats sitting here and waiting for someone bad to find you. Everyone who was left behind waits eagerly for the men’s return, and they’re shocked when they return with a gorgeous woman. You’re scared of the many unknowns of your situation: who are these people? What do they want from you? Who is after you? Are you in danger? Will these people hurt you?

“Who is this?” Natasha asks.

“The white light.”

“Here, sit,” Steve offers, and you take a seat away from everyone else. He knows you’re scared so he’s trying to make this as easy as possible for you. “She’s a star.”

“A star?” Bucky asks with two eyebrows raised.

“As I said to them earlier, I was living peacefully in the sky when something knocked me out of orbit.”

“Hydra knocked her out of the sky. They must want a star.”

“Why? What’s so significant about a star?” Bucky asks.

“There’s lore around shooting stars,” you explain. “For centuries, people have tried to get stars to fall to Earth for their hearts. If our hearts are consumed, it’ll grant the person a sort of immortality. No one can live forever, but our hearts can extend life for centuries. Many of my sisters have fallen and died because of it.”

“Hydra must want to reign for a long time,” Steve theorizes. “Listen, why don’t you stay here until we can figure out how to get you back into the sky.”

“Can we even do that?” Natasha wonders.

“There’s a way. It’s complicated but there’s always a way.”

“Bucky, why don’t you show her to the room next to yours.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you,” you sigh and follow the man with a metal arm. He’s very quiet and doesn’t talk much which you relate to. “I appreciate your kindness.”

“Sure. Let me know if you need anything.”

Bucky leaves you alone in the room and you sit on the bed in thought. You never sleep at night and allow yourself to rest during the day so you’re not tired at all. Bucky looks at you before he leaves but pauses. You look so scared and nervous that he can’t help but walk back into the room to be with you. He sits next to you on the bed and wipes both hands on his jeans.

“I was once new here. I didn't know anyone besides Steve. I’m gonna help you figure out a way to get you home.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

The rest of the night is uneventful but right before the sun rose, your eyes started to droop. All of your sisters are sleeping as you’re supposed to be, but the Avengers are so loud you can’t fathom sleeping with this noise. If Hydra wants you then they must have a base somewhere to hold the equipment to knock a star out of orbit. All that equipment will take a lot of money to acquire and a lot of space to hold, so they all come up with places that can be potential bases.

“Ah, there she is. We need your help,” Tony says and waves you into the room.

“What are you guys doing?” you sigh and slump over to them.

“We’re trying to figure out where Hydra’s base is. If we can, then we can plan an attack before they try and come for you.”

“Great,” you sit down and place your chin in your hand.

All of them start talking over one another creating a small headache to form.

“Y/N, I know you’re tired but can you remember where the missile came from? If we can get a sense of direction, we can narrow potential places significantly.”

“I’m not tired, Steve, I’m exhausted. I never stay awake during the day. I need to sleep and rest but you’re all being so loud,” you sigh.

“Come with me,” Bucky offers.

Bucky leads you past both your rooms and to a wing of the compound that rarely is used. This place is the farthest from where anyone is gonna be. There is a spare bedroom down here that Bucky takes you to, and he opens the door for you.

“You’ll be able to get some sleep here. I come here when I want to be alone. It’s quiet.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you smile.

Your entire body shines slightly to show how happy you are but Bucky doesn’t think much of it. You’re a star. You’re supposed to be shining. All he does is give you a friendly smile and leave you alone to rest. It’s easy for you to fall asleep and you stay asleep for the whole day. When the sun goes down, your body wakes you up to start shining. Then you remember where you are and your glow dims.

You’re ready to take the night on and wander until you find the majority of the Avengers. They’ve been working hard all day to figure out where the Hydra base is and are now taking a break to watch a movie.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Tony says when you enter the room.

“Got room for one more?”

Bucky moves over so you can sit next to him, and you blush slightly when your leg brushes up against his.

“Did you find out where Hydra is located?”

“No. They have defense walls that aren’t coming up on our radars, but we have Friday constantly looking for a way in.”

“Who’s Friday?”

“My AI,” Tony answers.

He turns the movie up so everyone can hear it, and you turn to Bucky with a shy smile.

“Thank you for letting me use your space,” you whisper.

“I don’t mind.”

“What movie are you guys watching?”

“Dumb and Dumber. They love it.”

You try to get into the movie but you’re not connecting to it as much as you hope to. Everyone laughs at the same time when something funny happens but not you. You’re not sure if you fit in well with this group. Humans have always been part of your fascination but you only know of the evolution of them, not them personally.

“Excuse me,” you whisper and get up.

Bucky watches you walk off toward our room without another word. He knows more than most what trying to fit in feels like and how bad he can feel when he doesn’t. He leaves his friends and follows you to your room. You’re sitting on the balcony and staring at the night sky where your sisters are.

“I promise I’m coming home. I’m figuring out a way to do that,” you sigh.

They twinkle to let you know they hear you.

“Mind if I join you?” Bucky knocks on the balcony doors.

“No.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m not really a group person.” Bucky sits next to you on the lounge chair. “I’m more of a loner. I didn’t have any planets orbiting me, and the closest star to me is my sister Vega. She’s such a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m more of a loner, too.”

“My sisters are the only ones I can count on, and they’re watching over me right now to make sure I’m okay.” 

Bucky looks up and they twinkle so he can see where they’re located.

“When you were in the sky, could you watch over humans?”

“It was my favorite thing to do. I’ve watched humans grow since they first arrived. I see the value in human life because it ends. They’ve come a long way from where they first started.”

“I’ve never met a star before. You’re pretty nice and beautiful.”

Your body shines a bit at his compliment.

“Thank you. Stars are pure and innocent despite the violence and horrors we see on a daily basis. We represent everything good about the world. We represent beauty.”

“I can tell,” he smiles.

Your body shines a bit more the more you are happy being here with Bucky. The stars in the sky shine a bit brighter when they see their sister happy.

Hydra hasn’t made a move against the Avengers over the course of the following week because they’re not sure how they can approach the situation. Valentina knows exactly where the star is and she can’t charge in like she normally would. The Avengers are powerful that deserve careful planning and strategy to overcome.

 Meanwhile, you and Bucky have grown closer. When you’re not sleeping, you’re spending as much time with Bucky as you can. There is only a short amount of time you can spend with him before one of you needs to sleep. In the beginning, you were only allowed a couple of hours to be with him, but now you’re spending half a day with him. You’re slowly starting to fall asleep later in the morning and waking up later in the night. It’s something you’re willing to change in order to be with Bucky.

“Tell me something,” Bucky says.

You two are lying on the roof of the building admiring the night sky which is sure to come soon. Your skin is glowing brightly that if whoever were to look up at the roof, they’d see nothing but a white glow.

“What?” you ask and look at him.

“I know that stars shine but do you get to choose when you get to? I’ve seen you with and without.”

“I shine when I’m happy,” you say with a bright smile, “and I’m happy right now with you.”

You and Bucky stay on the roof until there is no more sunlight left in the sky, and you yawn tiredly.

“Tired?”

“A little bit.”

“Let’s go back inside.”

You and Bucky head back inside your room to get ready for the night, and you look at your bed in thought.

“You know, I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been transitioning into sleeping at night so I’m still struggling a bit. I might be able to sleep better if it were next to you.”

Bucky holds his flesh hand out, too scared to use his metal hand for fear of breaking you. He takes you to his room where you two get comfortable underneath the sheets. He’s shocked he can sleep with you shining next to him but it gives him a sense of comfort knowing you feel safe enough with him to shine.

The next morning, you wake with a smile on your face and your skin glowing.

“This is the first time I slept through the night.” You look beside you but Bucky isn’t there. The brightness dims on your skin until it looks normal. “Bucky?” You get up and walk around the compound in search of Bucky, and you find him in the main room where the other Avengers are. “What’s going on?”

“We found Hydra’s base. Nat’s gonna stay here with you,” Tony declares.

Your eyes immediately find Bucky’s.

“You’re not gonna stay here with me?”

“I know Hydra like the back of my hand. I have to go with them.”

“Oh, okay.”

Tony, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, and Sam get geared up to go while you and Natasha stay behind. She’s decked in her gear just in case something happens. She has the capabilities to keep you safe since you’re not a fighter--you’re a lover. You don’t think you could fight even if you wanted to.

“So, how long have you been with the team?” you ask.

“Too long.” You look away in thought and bounce your leg nervously. “Look, I haven’t known Bucky for very long but he’s trying. He used to be one of the bad guys but he’s doing a helluva lot more good to make up for the bad. He knows how to handle Hydra. He’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” you nod with uncertainty.

You and Natasha make conversation for the next couple of hours when the alarms start blaring inside the compound.

“Stay here.”

“You’re leaving me alone?” you gasp.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Just stay here and don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Natasha is gone before you have a chance to question her further. You wait nervously for her to come back because you have no clue where she is, what’s going on, and who is inside the compound. After an hour of waiting around, you get up and look out the window. Everything seems normal as if there isn't an intruder inside. Footsteps near the room you’re in, ad you turn to the door waiting to see Natasha.

The door opens and you smile.

“I was beginning to worry.”

The smile is lost when you see a strange woman with four soldiers around her.

“So was I. The easy part was tracking you down. Stars have a bit of… aura about them that is easily tracked. The hard part was infiltrating this place. I had to make sure I had all my bases covered. You’re coming with us.”

“No,” you stand your ground.

“No? Emilio.” One of the men takes out a tablet from one of the pockets and flips it open. He presses a few buttons and shows you what’s on the screen. All your friends are tied with Hydra soldiers all around them. Of course, you’re worried about all of them but you can’t help but look at Bucky. “Either come with me or your friends will be killed.”

You have no choice but to go with her.

The woman, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, leads you through the large Hydra base to a big room with a staircase leading up to a small landing. A large table is on the landing with a  medical cart next to it. There is nothing but different sizes of knives--knives that will be used to cut your heart out.

“A shining star’s heart is the way to go, but I’ll settle for your scared little one any day of the year.” You’re only doing this because you’re scared of what these people are going to do to Bucky if you fight back. You’re forced onto the table where Valentina straps you down so you’re not tempted to leave. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure to make it quick and painless.”

She grabs one of the sharpest knives and walks over to you. You close your eyes and send a quick prayer to your sisters in hopes they can hear you. She raises her knife when the double doors slam open. You both look to see Bucky storming in with his deadly gun.

“Bucky!” you smile and shine brightly at the sight of him.

“Get him!” Valentina orders.

A dozen guards make their way into the room and start shooting at Bucky who is more than prepared to handle them. Bullets fly as your concern for Bucky grows. However, he seems to beat every single one of them as he makes his way closer to you.

“Emilio!” Valentina yells.

The big guy who was with her earlier steps into the room with two charged electric gloves. His metal armor makes him immune to the bullets Bucky is firing at him, and he gives him an uppercut when he reaches him. Bucky goes flying across the room and uses his vibranium arm to slow his descent down the walkway.

Emilio and Bucky meet in the middle as they fistfight for your honor. There is no way Valentina is cutting your heart out now. She wants to see how this fight is gonna end. She is pretty confident that her soldier is going to win against the Winter Soldier, but oh how wrong she is. The double doors bust open and Wanda comes in with red magic at her fingertips. Tony and Steve are behind her ready to fight whoever they need to in order to save you.

Red magic encases Emilio to hold him still while Bucky delivers a deadly punch to the bottom of his jaw. Emilio is thrown across the room and knocks into a mirror, and he slides down it unconsciously. Valentina sees the urgency of the situation and raises the knife.

“Tony, heads up.”

Steve rears his shield back and throws it in Valentina’s direction, and Tony shoots his repulsors at the shield to make it fly the rest of the way. Valentina tries to escape but is hit before she can find coverage. She falls to the ground completely knocked out. Bucky runs up the staircase and over to you with an easy smile.

“You really thought I’d let you get sacrificed?”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Bucky undoes your ties and helps you off the table, and the both of you run down the staircase to the other Avengers. Before you can reach them, all the doors that lead into the room slam open. Dozens upon dozens of guards come in with their weapons, weapons that can kill everyone here. There are too many guards for Wanda to control and too many for them to take on.

They might not be able to but you can. You pull Bucky into you and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hold onto me and close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“What do stars do best?” You pull him down so that his face is nestled into the shape of your neck. “They shine.”

Your entire body shines with the intensity of a real star. Your teammates cover their eyes to protect themselves but the same thing can’t be said for the Hydra soldiers. Your light kills whoever dares look into it, and the soldiers in the very back leave as quickly as they can before they can succumb to your light. You pull away from Bucky and dim your light knowing that these soldiers aren’t going to hurt them anymore.

After Valentina is apprehended and taken back to the States for punishment through the CIA, Bucky returns back to the Compound with you by his side. There is a lot of paperwork that Nick Fury has to fill out, and Tony and Steve offered to stay behind to scour through the base and see what kinds of things Hydra has been up to.

The night sky is shining brighter than normal because your sisters are happy for your safe return.

“They say thank you for saving me,” you say to Bucky.

“No problem,” he says to the sky before looking back down at you. “She’s worth saving.”

“You know, these last two weeks with you have been amazing. If I’m being honest, I’m having second thoughts about going back. I don’t want to leave you.”

“I don’t want you to leave either.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer by your hips.

“Maybe staying here for a while longer won’t be so bad.”

He slides one hand up your body to your jaw which he cups. He leans down and kisses you with such intensity that causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The stars twinkle in the sky as your own light shines brightly for all to see.

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[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”

I nodded.  “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

#marvel #avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #thor #bruce banner #clint barton #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #tony stark #avengers x oc #original character #ofc #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #avengers fanfiction #the tower

[buckgasms]

Alright girl, I thought of something 😏😏 The reader and Buck are dating and got really good friends with Sarah and the kids, so you get invited over for a BBQ and some games with your friends and enjoy the time of a little normal life. Then you stay over at night, enjoying some more alone time with your man 😉 and I have a feeling that you will blow up this idea into smth phenomenal again ♥️

Twice in one day!!! I am spoiling you 😉

Thank you very much to the totally gorgeous @imagine-all-the-fandoms for sending this in and thank you again for being so patient! I hope you like it ❤️💖

Warnings: p in v, blowies, Bucky gives good head, small spit kink cos I am still a whore

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'We are about an hour away! Can't wait to see you all' you hit send on your phone and Sarah pinged back a smiley face almost immediately and you smiled. You and Bucky had made the long drive down to Louisiana to spend a couple of days with Sam, his sister Sarah and her kids. You both loved being in Louisiana with the Wilson family, it felt like being in another world, where you could both be free from the struggles of everyday Avenging and instead just be a cute couple with their good friends.

Bucky's hand shifted from the gear stick to your thigh and squeezed as you smiled up at him. "You ok?" You asked and he nodded, a smile warming his face. "Hmm, just looking forward to getting there."

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As soon as you were out of the car AJ and Cass were running to Bucky, shouting about his arm and begging to be swung around. Sarah was yelling at them to calm down and let Bucky catch his breath, but he was already lifting them off the floor to their delighted screams.

You hugged Sarah and she launched into a million questions, asking about your journey, about Bucky, whether or not he had popped the question. You rolled your eyes and laughed as she squeezed your hand and led you inside for some much needed food.

Bucky arrived moments later with your suitcase in one hand and two excited kids hanging off the other. "Hey Sarah" he grinned and once the kids had let go she pulled him into a hug. "So good to see you! Sam is down by the boat if you wanna go get him?" Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek and headed off with AJ and Cass in tow, asking him endless questions about his arm and who he could beat up in a fight. You and Sarah laughed at them before you helped her finish dishing up dinner.

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By the time you had finished eating the sun was setting and you couldn't remember the last time you felt so relaxed. You settled yourself in Bucky's lap, his arms wrapped around you, fingers playing with yours as Sarah and Sam swapped increasingly embarrassing stories about each other. That was until Sarah won, of course.

"Ok I'm officially sick of sharing family stories, can we start drinking and find a different topic of conversation?" Sam grumbled before pouring everyone a healthy whiskey. You were already a bit giggly from the beer you had been working on all afternoon, so this was probably a mistake, but you were safe so you carried on.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your head before clinking his glass against yours and taking a sip. "That's pretty good man, cheers. And thank you for having us". Sam and Sarah both waved away his thanks, "you guys are always welcome here, anytime" you all smiled at each other before Sam whipped out Cards Against Humanity. You groaned and shook your head, "I suck at this game Sam!" He just laughed and dealt out the cards.

"Ok who took a dump last?"

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It had been a perfect evening that turned into the perfect night. After you had run through Sam's game, you tried your hand at poker (you lost) then monopoly (you lost) and finally you rose from your seat and begged Sarah to put some music on. In your drunken state, you both laughed and sang along loudly to the music, twirling each other around.

After a little while you felt familiar hands holding on to your waist and swaying with you, but also helping you to steady yourself. You soun around and found yourself face to face with Bucky. "Hi handsome" you grinned up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Hi beautiful" he smiled back and rubbed circles on your hips. "Shall we head off the bed soon?" He meant it to be a simple question, but he sort of growled it at you, making you blush and nod, kissing him again, a little more desperately this time around.

"Guys, I've made up Sam's old bed for you, top of the stairs if you wanna head to bed" Sarah said, waving her arm towards the house. "Um what? No, no way are those two sleeping in my bed...nah nope." You all laughed at him and rolled your eyes, "Sam we're only sleeping, what's the big deal?" But you couldn't stop giggling as Bucky whispered something truly filthy in your ear. "I will kill your Barnes, I swear to god..."

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You stumbled up to the bedroom, Bucky's hands on your hips as you battled the stairs up to your bedroom. "Almost there baby, just a few more to go..." He chuckled and finally you reached the door and headed inside.

You immediately stripped off your dress to escape the stifling heat as Bucky threw open the windows. "Damn baby, you tryna give me a heart attack?" He walked over to you and pressed kisses to your face before sweeping down to your neck and chest.

You sighed his name and dragged his face back to yours to meet in a kiss, lips and teeth clashing as your passion for him flared in your tummy. "I know we said we wouldn't....but can we?" You whispered, eyeing Sam's bed and tugging at Bucky's waistband. "Baby, it was never not on the cards... Lay down pretty girl, show me where you want me."

You placed yourself on the bed before slipping off your underwear and spreading your legs open, showing him your pretty pussy, and whining as your fingers slipped through your folds. "Just there huh? I think I can work with that hmm?" You whispered his name and he quickly kicked off his pants and threw his shirt across the room before settling between your thighs, mouth inches away from your heat. He blew a stream of cool air on to you, making you squirm, before he settled his lips on your cunt and licked at your folds. You grabbed a cushion to cover your mouth as you moaned, his fingers joining his tongue to drag you towards your peak. Your thighs shook as he curled his fingers upwards and you jerked your hips as your came, biting down on the pillow to muffle your scream.

He pulled it from you to press a kiss to your lips, the taste of him and you riling you up again. With a little coordination you pushed him backwards and shuffled down the bed until you were level with his cock, which was resting heavily on his stomach. He panted as you pressed soft kisses and kitten licks to it, making his body jerk with the sensitivity of it. His fingers wrapped through your hair and he tugged gently. "No teasing princess, please...." You pressed one more kiss to him before taking him as far down your throat as you could. You set a steady pace, bobbing up and down, pausing briefly to pull off and lick up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the thick vein that pulsed on the underside of his dick. "Oh baby fucking hell" he moaned and you threw the cushion at him, which he chucked away, grinning. You rolled your eyes before taking him back in your mouth, sucking hard as he brushed the back of your throat. He held you there for a moment, rutting up into your mouth, making a delicious wet sound that went straight to your core.

"Come up here baby, need to fuck that pussy" he pulled you gently off him and urged you upwards until your face was level with his. "You gonna ride me baby? Or you want me to do it?" He pinched your nipples and you ground your wet heat down on his abs, before you whined out, "you do it Buck... Please?" And he chuckled before flipping you over and you landed with a huff. His hands pushed your thighs upwards, opening you up to him and he groaned before spitting on your pussy, rubbing it in with his cock. You sobbed and bucked your hips before he cooed at you. "Ok baby girl, I know, I know, gonna make you feel good now." Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he sank into you, filling you perfectly in one thrust. You squeaked as he started a relentless pace, filling you up each time and bottoming out. His growls became louder and longer with each thrust until you pulled him down, intent to quieten him before Sam bust in and kicked his ass. You let his tongue explore your mouth as you tugged at his hair and wrapped your thighs around his hips. His low growl vibrated through your chest and you thrust forward as he pounded harder, chasing his release. "Come with me baby, come on sweetheart, don't hold out on me." He whispered in your ear and pressed himself deeper and harder until your walls squeezed him and you both toppled over the edge, panting as you shook and clung to his body as he peppered your face and chest with kisses.

He finally rolled off you and pulled your sweaty body closer to his and you giggled quietly as he started to doze off. "Sam is going to posion your coffee y'know" and he chuckled groggily, "fucking worth it."

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan #masterlist #request fic

[queersouthasian]

Jack&Joker - U steal my heart!

One of the most popular Thai BL cps, Yinwar, are back with a heist themed BL after a long hiatus since Love mechanics.

*taps mic*

I refuse to spiral into insanity all by myself, so here is a thread of theories or rather poorly made assumptions regarding the characters and plot.

#1 Joker and Lupin

You know what Joker reminds me of, or rather who? Arséne Lupin.

Arséne Lupin AKA the 'Gentleman Burglar' is a French fictional book character,

There is a French live action drama on Netflix called 'Lupin' where a guy named Assane Diop, a long standing fan of the books, imitates Lupin to avenge his father's death.

Now, why am I mentioning Lupin out of nowhere? I remember binge watching the live action and wishing that one day we would have a BL with a similiar theme. The BL gods heard me lol. Joker, seems to be very similiar to Lupin/Assane. He is cocky, witty, bitchy, sassy and chaotically evil yet cares and loves beyond one may speculate.

And If Joker is our queer Lupin,

Tattoo is our Benjamin,

Benjamin used to replicate intricately made precious jewels/jwelery which helped Assane to rob the original and replace with the cloned item which looked indifferent to the human eye.

If that's that, if tattoo makes shit which gets used during heists, then maybe he was the one to create the gas which puts everyone to sleep. Literally anyone can argue that it could have been chloroform, something that's easy to access. BUT, considering the amount of 'chloroform' which flowed through the ventilators, people would have been dead. Atleast Anan. That shit results in muscle breakdown and can put people in coma.

And if we have the Assane, the benjamin, do we also have the Ganimard?

#2 Cards and Ganimard

Cards play an important role in the world of Joker, it's everywhere,

In his description

on the loan papers

It's his signature, of course.

But you know who else has a card related description?

Yes

Jack has what we call the "ace of spades"...

Now this is where this gets interesting,

If the joker is the 'harlequin' which symbolises chaos, unpredictability, wit and intelligence; who exactly what Joker is, The Lupin, then Jack is THE ace of spades, which symbolises intellectual power or spiritual growth BUT carry the reputation of being the 'Death Card' popularised during the Vietnam War. It's a die or domino with a single pip.

And If Jack is the 'ace', he can be the queer Ganimard,

This makes me think, either Jack will be the hindrance or guidance, maybe both.

It could be that, the only history Jack and Joker share is Jack getting conned by joker. IF joker did scam Jack on the 'superhuman project' which was assumbly his dream project yet Jack helps him, then he can be called inhumanely loyal and hopelessly in love.

"You are still kind and haven't changed"

And if Jack can cooperate with Joker so well (the whole fight scene against the guards), he would be the only one to know how Joker works or atleast have an idea. And If that's what it is, he would either directly join the heist by pretending to stop it and Joker, or he is actually going to do it 'cause, he is the "death card"

He is either with you, or against you.

The vibe till now seem very contrasting to Partners in Crime, while the later was more like a social commentry where two lovers rob the exploited, the rich. But this one is more like a cold witty thief who finds an extremely loyal admirer and falls for him BUT this could turn into a love story with betrayal. This show either is going to be chill, cool and quirky and little bit angsty OR extremely twisted and angsty. Let's see.

#lgbtq #bl drama #jack and joker #yinwar #war wanarat #yin anan #love mechanics

[squeakykid]

This is for Reddie Week Day 6, Post-Apocalypse. There are two chapters available!

The Day the Strings Broke

IT has an eternal cycle. Spinning around and around like the Earth. Some say the Earth is carried on the back of a turtle. The cycle of IT and the turtle are interconnected, spinning around and around like a game of tag played by children. There was just one problem. The turtle was growing tired. He had been playing this game since the beginning of the beginning, and it was becoming hard to keep IT bound and contained. IT was supposed to feed and then sleep, but IT was growing restless. IT didn't want to stay asleep. IT wasn't satisfied anymore.

There were seven brave children. The turtle watched over them. These children were special. They were destined to end the turtle's suffering. To finally help him rest. IT noticed this too.

There was a battle between the seven children and IT. The children felt they were victorious, and they were, for a time. IT returned to its hibernation, and the turtle was able to briefly rest.

IT did everything in its power to keep the seven children away. Fame, fortune, forgetting. IT could sense the children were in the way of its growing power. They had to go. And they did. For a while.

One child remained, brave and lonely and waiting. IT couldn't break him. IT couldn't tempt him away and sever him from his memories and his friends. The lighthouse keeper. He laid in waiting for IT to return. He sacrificed his life to keep a promise to his closest friends. Whether they remembered his name or not.

Then, the lighthouse keeper made a call. His wait was over. IT was feeding again for the first time in twenty seven years. If the lighthouse keeper hadn't stayed, there would have been no chance to stop IT at all.

The lighthouse keeper called his friends and one by one like light switches being switched, they remembered and they knew what they had to do.

Seven children became six, one of them thinking the only solution was to remove himself from the board. Those remaining children made their way back home to join their lighthouse keeper. The loss was felt like shockwaves, one by one through each of the six remaining children, but the friends were determined to avenge the seventh child.

The mythic battle was fierce. Six children fighting against evil itself. Mere humans that were filled with responsibility that couldn't fit in their small bodies, but the turtle was tired. The strings holding IT in its prison had grown thin. Though they were but mortal children as far as the turtle was concerned, they were all he had left. They were the last soldiers left on the front lines against something they couldn't even comprehend.

It should have been obvious the cards were so stacked against them, that they held none at all. They just had empty hands at the mercy of a full deck, and it knew it.

The battle was fought valiantly. The children were incredible. They proved that humans were capable of more than they seemed. It just wasn't enough.

As the story goes,

The compass. The child that always knew the way. He held the secrets needed to save them all, but IT knew this too. IT refused to let that happen. Staring directly at ITs true form was too much for a human mind. It would become scrambled, paralyzed. The compass always instinctively knew the way, but that wasn't enough to avoid the deadlights. He was taken hostage in the deadlights, his knowledge with him, and the other children fell, one by one.

The turtle had nothing left. The strings became as thin as dental floss, fraying and fraying until..

the strings broke.

No Children

Richie Tozier grew up in Derry Maine. He didn't remember anything about growing up until he got the call. Mike Hanlon, one of his best friends apparently, called to tell him IT was back. 

Memories hit him like a truck speeding on the interstate. Richie was living in sunny Los Angeles, California as a successful comedian. Things seemed great, but he was never really happy and could never put his finger on why. When his memories hit him, he suddenly understood. There was so much missing from his heart like a hole was drilled into it and no amount of drugs and money could fill it. It was missing his summer memories, his friends, his proof of being strong. 

Also, there was a boy. Freckles engulfing a small body, a shrill voice ready to lecture anyone in his path, bandaids in his stupid fanny pack ready to patch up Richie if he were ever to get in a scrape. And he did. Richie Tozier was known for his scrapes. He was always doing stupid and reckless things, falling from his bike after trying to do something impressive, his big mouth provoking bullies that he was too weak to defend himself against, but no matter what he did, little Eddie Kaspbrak was there. Sometimes, Richie was even reckless on purpose. How else was he supposed to get the undivided attention of that angry freckled boy? The cutest boy in the world. He couldn't just ask. He couldn't give the game away. Everyone would have hated him if they knew the truth. 

It didn't matter anymore. The world was unrecognizable. This wasn't the world that young, closeted Richie lived in, but it also wasn't the world sad oblivious comedian Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier lived in. This was something entirely new and somehow worse. So much worse. Hiding his sexuality was no longer his biggest burden in life. He had even bigger problems to worry about. Love seemed insignificant. Afterall, little Eddie Kaspbrak was gone. 

At first, they thought he'd come back. Beverly was freed from the deadlights as a child.  It seemed likely Eddie would snap out of it too. He didn't. It could have been that Pennywise was more powerful now. They'd lost. Maybe the deadlights were potent enough to scramble the mind entirely. It was possible Eddie was braindead. There were no more hospitals to check for sure.

Then, they thought it was just Derry. Pennywise had always been confined to Derry before, but something was different. The losers initially fled Derry. They went back to LA. It was nearly as far from Derry they could get, still in the United States. Bill and Richie both lived there and Bev and Mike had no desire to go back home. Ben was happy to be along for the ride, and Eddie? Eddie had no choice in the matter. His mouth stayed open, drying. His eyes were completely white. Richie was able to close his eyes, the way people closed the eyes of dead people on TV. So, his eyes were protected from the air, but his mouth wouldn't stay closed, it just hung limply open like the mouth of a fresh corpse. 

It was fine in LA, at first. They stayed at Richie's place, sleeping in the living room on the floor like it was a slumber party. Ben and Bev shared sweet kisses under the covers, and Richie pretended he didn't notice. Mike always beat Bill at foosball as if he'd been training for it his entire life, and as far as they knew, he had. They didn't know each other anymore, and yet, they still were a part of each other. For twenty-seven years, they missed each other like phantom limbs. Now, at least one of those limbs had been cut off and one was limp and frozen, dragging on the ground behind them. 

Richie spent his time with Eddie. In the beginning, they were all so confident he'd snap out of it. Richie took care of Eddie with such care while they waited for him to be okay again. He'd bathe him, dress him in his old clothes, brush his hair. The other losers watched him do it in a sad way. In a way that made Richie feel like his skin was transparent, and his thoughts were written underneath. 

Oh course, there was Eddie's wife, but none of them knew how to get ahold of her, besides, they had no idea how they'd explain what was wrong with Eddie. They thought they'd wait until he was conscious to bring her into the picture. That day never came. 

Unbeknownst to any of them, that was when the first of the eggs started hatching. Then, it was only a week after that before the news broadcasts started. Nationwide child abductions were spreading like a plague. Of course, they were centered in mostly Derry, Maine. When they left Derry, it was a black hole. A ghost town. Pennywise had exploded in power in an instant and it was like the town was sinking back into the Earth. They had no choice but to leave, to regroup. They had no way of knowing Pennywise wasn't satisfied feasting on the children of Derry, Maine anymore. 

Children went missing, people reported symptoms of mass hysteria, the symptoms were primarily hallucinations, but there were also the people that were becoming frozen, eyes white, mouth slack. Things escalated exponentially in the matter of days. Something was different. It was like Pennywise could be everywhere at once. People constantly reported hallucinations of their worst fears appearing before their eyes. He wasn't hiding anymore. Whatever bound Pennywise to Derry was gone. IT was free. 

Now, there are no longer news broadcasts. It seemed the world came to the terrifying realization all at once. It wasn't mass hysteria or hallucinations. It was real. Their worst nightmares were real. The streets were littered with bodies. Many people took their own lives to end the constant fear. One thing was obvious among those left, including the bodies in the streets, there were no children. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47761483/chapters/120398089#workskin

#long post #reddie week #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2017 #it by stephen king #reddie week 2023 #reddieweek #day 6 Post-Apocalypse #sunnywrites #fanfiction

[nightsister-juisid]

HBO, Don’t mess this up

I have the feeling HBO tried to sell us this problematic ship by playing the “soulmates” card. And it did work. As much as Lannister incest made me sick, I’m actually in love with Daemon and Rhaenyra’s relationship and how they developed it through the chapters. But, as they presented both characters as “meant to be together” while they chased after the other and always gravitated back to them, I believe Daemon and his “affair issues” during the war would be anti climatic and leave a bad taste in the audience. Which, except for some groups, are really invested in this couple. Even if they are fans of GOT or just casual spectators.

For that reason, I believe the best way to achieve the eventual rupture of Daemon’s and Rhae’s relationship is not the typical and boring cheating way, but the lack of trust and communication from both of them. (Which would further explain how the house of the dragon cannot be defeated but can fall if their own people tear it down)

As the book is based on rumors, and is stated on the series already that Daemon and Rhaenyra were a powerful match the greens needed to dissipate somehow, I think Mysaria and the greens creating rumors about Daemon having another lover, to abuse and improve Rhae’s fall into insanity, would be a smart move in the series (for the greens) and for HBO to start this couple downfall without breaking the “true love” narrative.

I can imagine Rhaenyra completely paranoid, wiping out her last dragonriders, vital to the war, out of her fear of more traitors and fear that Nettles was her husband's lover. She was already broken with the lost of her children and mentally unstable with her gain of weight, the war, the poverty, etc. So, her being completely afraid of losing her best warrior and love of her life is pretty understandable from a human perspective (who wants to be left alone in such critic moments?). But instead of talking about it, or search for another way for them both to understand the situation, she forces her husband to kill Nettles which would offend Daemon to the core that she just thinks somehow he isn’t loyal to her, and prefers to trust Mysaria rather than him. And as he appreciated Nettles as his own daughter (as stated in the books in which narrators keeps open the question if Daemon fucked or only appreciated Nettles as a daughter), he would let the young girl go out in spite. Because the girl never did anything wrong as to deserve that.

But he wouldn’t disobey and wouldn’t be mad because he doesn’t love Rhae. He would be mad because he does love her and she doesn’t trust him. As much as Viserys never trusted him. After all he did for her (being the one who faced most of the battles to give her the victory). He killed many for her, he avenged her son, he even let go Nettles and most of their dragonriders for her and she doesn’t trusts him. So, Daemon, being the toxic shit he is, would not go back and instead wait for Aemond to kill him and end that nonsense soon. Because that will prove to Rhae his loyalty to her.

And If he died, what else he had to lose? He lost Laena, Viserys, his warriors, his step sons, his wife’s mind. If he died fighting against Aemond, it didn’t mattered. At least he would have taken with him, one of the most feared warriors AND the biggest dragon the greens had.

However, this word never reaches Rhae and she stays depressed thinking her husband betrayed her with another woman. Having no prove of his body, as a way to torment her and think he fleed away (But instead Daemon DOES die epically against Aemond because DAMN THAT BATTLE IS SUCH A HONORING WAY TO DIE. Like, damn, Daemon killing Aemond and dying aten/cremated by Aemond’s dragon or crashed by Aemond is just tragic medieval stuff and a warrior’s death).

So 1. That would prove NO MATTER HOW MUCH SOMEONE LOVES A PERSON, and if you die for that person. IT WOULD NEVER WORK IF ONE DOESN’T COMMUNICATE (And please, we know Rhae and Daemon are more actions than stopping to think first).

2. House Targaryen can not be defeated unless they defeat themselves.

3. It would be really angsty and depressing having the two lovers dying thinking the other didn’t loved them anymore. But Rhae did love Daemon and Daemon died sacrificing himself in a crazy way to regain her love.

I just think it being a plot of the greens and Mysaria, and Daemon dying gloriously in the middle of battle against Aemond, is thousands times better than the lazy storyline of him, giving up Rhae for other women, and then running away with Nettles as a coward. Having him after all the propaganda of their love and relationship, being infidel because he can, sounds like the crappy end GOT gave us with season 8.

No way. Daemon deserves a warrior’s death to Aemond.

Also, I really want to believe their lack of communication being the reason that tore their relationship apart. I can picture Rhae becoming way more shy about having sex with Daemon because everyone points out her gain of weight and mocks her, and she’s afraid of him not wanting her anymore, while he just keeps thinking she’s the most beautiful woman he has seen in his whole life.

#the house of the dragon #house targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #hotd #daemyra #rhaenyra x daemon #hbo series #hbo max #hbo don’t ruin the tragic soulmates trope #toxic relationship but full of true love #we deserve a tragic love story #no cheating please #nettles #dragon riders

[smowkie]

finished my second bingo card from @ficreadingchallenge, woo! thanks again for hosting this event, it's great fun! 💗

list of read fics under the cut

1. multichapter fic

Countdown by prairiecrow

Garashir, DS9, 8,090 w, rated teen

summary:

Garak is poisoned, and Bashir finds himself in a race against time.

2. mythical creature AU

beautiful eyes lookin' deep into mine by sarahcakes613

Barisi, SVU, 1,664 w, rated gen

summary:

Rafael hasn't seen his reflection in almost six decades. Sonny finds a magic mirror.

3. less than 20 kudos

I'm Thinking Pastels by harinezumiko

Garashir, DS9, 100 w, rated gen

summary:

Prompt: garashir, magical unicorn adventure.

4. found family

Two Fools And Their Son [series] by Talvenhenki

Garashir, DS9, 5,227 w, rated gen

summary:

Julian adopts a child. As the child grows, so does Julian's family of misfits.

5. historical AU

Our Better Natures by OnlySlightlyObsessed1

Spones, TOS, 1,429 w, rated gen

summary:

Spock couldn't let it happen again.

6. future AU

I will die in the house that I grew up in by justhockey

Buddie, 911, 3,169 w, not rated

summary:

Loving Eddie is like breathing past all of the broken glass in his lungs. Buck can’t believe he gets to have this - can’t believe he gets to hold something so precious in his shaking, bleeding hands, and is trusted not to ruin it. He’s not sure he deserves that kind of faith, but he will spend the rest of his life being grateful for it anyway. He’ll spend the rest of his life trying to deserve this family that he’s made.

7. 5+ year old fic

Letters from the Northern Continent by thehoyden

Garashir, DS9, 7,966 w, rated mature

summary:

It just figured that the first time Julian Bashir set foot on Cardassia after the war, it would be halfway around the world from Elim Garak.

8. fic with no comments yet

Big Medicine by LadyDrace

Garashir, DS9, 100 w, rated gen

summary:

Doctors make the worst patients... and tailors don't make very good doctors either...

9. hurt/comfort

Here, at the End of All Things by sahiya

Garashir, DS9, 17,929 w, rated teen

summary:

He was no one’s choice of nurse, Garak reflected, even if Bashir seemed to tolerate him more than anyone else on the station did. Garak had been trained to inflict pain, not to ease it; to terrify, not to comfort. Bashir had shown Garak more tenderness and care than anyone had in many, many years, and the idea of trying to play that same role for the good doctor now was, frankly, a little intimidating. Not trying at all, however, simply was not an option.

10. fix-it fic

you standing in the doorway by Mireille

Stony, MCU, 1,420 w, rated teen

summary:

The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway / Is that it's you and that you are standing in the doorway - Mountain Goats, "Going to Georgia"

11. genderbend

Magic is the Worst by arianapeterson19

Tony Stark (gen), MCU, 1,354 w, rated teen

summary:

As far as magic went it wasn't the worst thing to have happened to Tony but it also wasn't turning out how he wanted. He was going to find Loki and demand a refund. OR The one where Tony gets turned into a lady.

12. de-aging/kid

Kid Steve by Neverever

Stony, Avengers Assemble (cartoon), 1,752 w, rated gen

summary:

It's all fun and games for Kid Steve after being de-aged by the Impossible Man, until asthma attacks.

free space

Bombing It by tokidokifish

Garashir, DS9, 1,112 w, rated gen

summary:

“Happy birthday.” “I’m sorry, my dear doctor—I think you’ve mixed me up with someone else.” “I haven’t. I know you wouldn’t ever tell me your real birthday, but I still wanted to give you something to show how much I appreciate your friendship—so I just picked a day with appropriate significance in human culture.” “The first of April.” “Exactly.” — Julian wants to give Garak a gift, so he simply picked a day to do it.

13. bodyswap

i'm yours, body and soul by meidui (orphan_account)

Stony, MCU, 749 w, rated gen

summary:

When Tony wakes up in his husband's body at six in the morning hundreds of miles away from his conference, he almost puts a pillow over his head and goes back to sleep because, really, stranger things have happened.

14. daring rescue

come out to the sea, my love by allyasavedtheday

Buddie, 911, 8,035 w, rated teen

summary:

“Bobby,” Maddie exclaims. “It’s Buck.” Eddie’s head shoots up, hand immediately going to his own radio. Did something happen? Is it another clot? Did Christopher call 911? Is Buck on the floor bleeding out while his son watches- “He and Christopher were on the pier.” There’s one dizzying moment where Eddie’s vision completely whites out and he loses all control of his limbs but then a strong hand is gripping his arm and he manages to pull himself together enough to focus on Bobby’s face. “Maddie, how do you know that?” Bobby asks and he sounds calm but Eddie can hear the tension hidden in his voice. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. “A girl with a drone called 911- she sent me the footage and-“ Maddie lets out a hitching breath. “They’re stranded on top of the 136’s ladder truck.” * Tsunami au in which the 118 find out about Buck and Chris being stranded on top of the ladder truck and come to rescue them before they get separated.

15. fic written by someone who follows you

a line drawn in the sand by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

Buddie, 911, 5,655 w, rated teen

summary:

When Eddie forgets about a family tradition and can’t get off work early, Buck steps in and takes Christopher to Abuela’s for him. Eddie doesn’t expect Buck to still be there when he gets off work. He doesn’t expect to tell Buck how he feels. And he doesn’t expect to stand up to his parents. But maybe it’s about time he did. Maybe it’s about time he go after what he wants.

16. unhappy/bittersweet ending

Flowers for Julian by peytra

Garashir, DS9, 1,232 w, rated teen

summary:

A late-night conversation about time and gardening.

17. short fic (<1000 words)

Sleep And Be Peaceful by Elemental_Queen

Garashir, DS9, 214 w, rated gen

summary:

Garak comes home late, and finds Julian asleep on his couch.

18. BFFs

I really love you (oh, you’re my best friend) by stellarpoint (pettifogger)

Steve & Robin, Stranger Things, 1,457 w, rated gen

summary:

Robin approaches him slowly. She sees herself in the mirror: still dirt-smudged with bags under her eyes and dried blood obscuring her freckles. She rests her hand on Steve’s back and feels the rattle of his breath under the vest he still hasn’t taken off. “It’s okay, Steve.” He jerks his head up. His eyes are red-rimmed and shining. She slides her left hand all the way around his side until she’s hugging him from behind. She presses her cheek to the denim covering his back and closes her eyes. “It’s okay, dingus. You can let it out,” she murmurs. She rubs her face against his back and slides her hand down the bare skin of his arm. “It’s just me. You don’t have to pretend you’re okay.” Or: Steve has a tell for when he’s trying not to cry and Robin seems to be the only one who notices it.

19. pets

Birthday Surprise by PepperSpicedLatte

Saffi, ST: Picard, 100 w, rated gen

summary:

Evie, their beloved cat, has a surprise for Raffi

20. mistaken identity

What Happens At Comic Con by Heartithateyou

Stony, MCU, 1,164 w, rated gen

summary:

So Steve likes to go to comic con sometimes. And just maybe he dresses as Captain America. And perhaps he might flirt with an Iron Man cosplayer. But can you blame him?

21. remix fic pair (worth 2 spots)

out of the mouth of babes (a childish remix) by Fluffypanda

Stony, MCU, 3,745 w, rated teen

summary:

Tony doesn't know how to deal with a child-sized Steve that seems to think they're friends.

22. new (to you) fandom

when you think you've tried every road by firstaudrina

Tristan Duffy/Liz Taylor, AHS: Hotel, 3,224 w, rated teen

summary:

Normally Tristan would brush off someone eyeing his ass but this is different, somehow – like Liz looked at him once, and wanted to keep looking.

23. lyrics title - listen to the song too!

Crawling on Your Shores by Mireille

Stony, MCU, 9,600 w, rated teen

summary:

Compared to the last time Tony was trapped in a cave, this should be a piece of cake. It's really not. His armor is damaged, he doesn't have anything to work with, and he has an unconscious supersoldier on his hands. It's definitely not a piece of cake.

24. slow burn

keep a bower quiet for us by starghost

Garashir, DS9, 20,218 w, rating gen

summary:

Julian Bashir goes on vacation, and ends up stuck on Earth, in the past, with Elim Garak. Things could be worse, probably.

#Smowkie talks #summer fic reading bingo #ficreadingchallenge #garashir #barisi #spones #buddie #stony #i realized i automatically put MCU on all of the Stony fics on the bingo card #so that's why one of them doesn't match fandom with the linked fic #in case anyone notices xD #still Stony though! #also last time i didn't put any fic on the free space but i did on this one #idk how people usually do with those? it feels logical to me to not put anything there #but i know some people do use them #i could have put another fic there i've read plenty enough #but it feels a bit late for that now xD #so i hope it's okay either way

[natandwandaseries]

“So, you know how they made Avengers addition Monopoly?” Wanda asks, tossing a ball in the air with her powers

“Da,”

“And an Avengers pack of Cards Against Humanity, and Candy Land,”

“Yeah,” Peter rolls over to look at her.

“They should do Life next.”

“Oh great idea, Wanda, everyone starts out with a tragic backstory and severe PTSD followed by at least one profound loss before adulthood.”

“I think I’d want to play as Mr. Stark.”

“Maybe Tony could create like a Jumaji version,”

“Wanda, there are three movies on why is bad idea. And hot Jonas brother is in two of them!”

#thenatandwandaseries #natandwandaseries #ao3 fanfic #marvel fanfic series #ao3 writer #the nat and wanda series #marvel fanfiction #ao3 #wanda maximoff #marvel #ao3 series #marvel fanfic #black widow #yelena belova #game night #Peter Parker

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 33. the great escape.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

“Clint, there’s no way you don’t have any fives. You just asked Wanda for one last round,” I reason. The sly man raises an eyebrow at me from across the table, shrugging his shoulders. Wanda sighs from her seat to my left, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Here’s a five,” Willa offers, handing me a card from her set.

Clint snorts down a laugh as I turn to the little girl, explaining gently, “Thank you, sweetheart, but I was asking Clint because I knew he had one. You can keep your five.” The child tilts her head, seeming slightly dejected, but nods.

“I don’t like Go-Fish. Can we pick another game?” Clint whines. “What about poker or something? We could use Tony’s candy stash as chips.”

“Clint, she’s five,” I remind him. “There’s no way we’re playing poker, and no way we’re giving her tons of candy like that.”

“Man, this sucks,” the dark-haired man sighs. “I thought retirement was supposed to be totally awesome.”

“Yeah, well, I guess not so much when you’re not given a choice,” Wanda frowns.

“You were given a choice,” Vision speaks up from behind us in the kitchen. “No one has forced this lifestyle upon you.”

“You won’t let me leave the compound,” the older girl argues back.

“Mr. Stark has instructed me to-”

“Shut it, Vis. I don’t want to hear it,” Wanda cuts him off. Setting down my hand of cards on the table, I rest back a bit in my chair. Willa climbs down from her seat and crawls under the table, disappearing for a moment before reappearing at my side.

“Hey doll,” I smile down at the little girl, reaching out to stroke her cheek. She leans into my touch and closes her eyes, her eyelids fluttering slightly as she lets out a contented hum. Reaching down to gently collect the child in my arms, I pull her up onto my lap. Willa rests against my chest, her arms wrapping around my torso as I glance at my watch. Just as I’m about to suggest we order some food, my phone buzzes on the table in front of me. I glance at the screen to find a text from Bucky.

Buck: I need to get out. You coming this time?

Frowning at the message, I reach out and taking the phone in my hands as I send a response promptly.

Steve: Get out?

Buck: Turn on the news.

Just as I look up from my screen, Vision walks over to the television, hurriedly, switching it on. “I have an incoming message from Mr. Stark,” he states. “Something’s happened in Vienna.”

A woman news anchor appears on the screen, along with a picture of a highrise building with a chunk blasted messily out of the side. We seem to have caught the program in the middle of the lady delivering the breaking news. “-just in that a bomb has gone off at a United Nations meeting in Vienna where world leaders were holding a meeting today with the Avengers to sign the Sokovia Accords, documents limiting the controversially powerful group’s independence-”

“Oh my god,” Wanda breathes worriedly as a new image appears on the screen, this time of a familiar-looking man wearing a dark mask that partially covers his face.

“-the suspect has been identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the so-called ‘rehabilitated’ Winter Soldier. Among the casualties reported so far is the king of Wakanda, his son, T'Challa, now unexpectedly stepping into the role of ruler-”

Without thinking, I rise to my feet, Willa wrapped up in one arm. Glancing back down at my phone, my thumb types out a new message as quickly as I can manage.

Steve: Meet at the tower to organize an escape. We’ll fly out and find somewhere safe.

Bucky responds almost immediately.

Buck: Got it. On my way.

As our 'half’ of the team: Bucky, Clint, Wanda, Sam, Willa and I all approach the tall series of connected buildings, a high sense of tension lingers in the air. Beyond the entrance, through two sets of doors, we can see Bruce standing on the internal lot. Tony is above him, settled on top of a shipping container. Sam was kind enough to join us; he happened to be training in the Avengers tower when the news struck, so recruiting him wasn’t difficult. Vision told us we would be met by Tony and the rest of the team who were returning immediately to detain Bucky. He tried to stop us from leaving, but Wanda responded by blasting him through the floor- well, many floors.

“I’m going to talk with them,” I tell my teammates. “The rest of you, get to the jet.”

“Depending on how this goes, we might not all make it out of here,” Clint warns. I nod, struggling to come up with a response. I know the man’s words are true. “You, Barnes, and the kid. That’s what matters most.”

“I’m sorry, guys. The last thing I wanted was to get you all wrapped up in this mess. A lot of things have been difficult between Tony and I lately, and I don’t like the fact that you’ve all been paying the price for it,” I tell my friends sincerely.

“It’s alright,” Wanda assures me gently. “We know you’d do the same for us.” Nodding at her, my gaze rises carefully to meet hers.

“Come here, bunny. I’ll protect you,” Bucky murmurs to the child at my side. Willa pauses, clinging to my leg for a moment as she stands between the man and I.

“I’m just gonna go talk to them,” I tell her. “I promise I’ll meet up with you guys soon.” The girl looks up at me, her eyes full of uncertainty.

Knowing we’re running out of time, I try to gently push her towards Bucky, but she holds on firmly, letting out a frightened sound.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I soothe, “I just don’t want you with me in case Tony gets angry, yeah? Bucky will keep you safe, and we’ll meet back up at the plane.” At the mention of Tony, the child noticeably shrinks. Very cautiously, with plenty of unwillingness still lingering in her eyes, Willa lets go, taking a hold of Bucky’s hand.

Looking up at me, her voice comes out soft. “Love you,” she whimpers.

My heart swells as I smile at her. “Love you more, kiddo.”

And with that, my friends are off, Clint and Wanda heading one way, while Sam and Bucky start out on a different route. With no time to lose, I walk through the first set of doors into the building, then right across to the next set, exiting onto the lot surrounded by the set of towers. I keep walking until I meet up with Bruce. He’s still in his human form, which is a good sign. I think we’d all prefer to avoid a code green if possible.

Tony blasts down to the ground, meeting up with the doctor who’s stepped up to face me. “Wow, it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don’t you think that’s weird?” Tony remarks.

“Definitely weird,” Bruce mumbles in agreement.

“Hear me out Tony,” I try. “Bucky’s being framed. There’s someone who wants him in trouble- a bad guy who’s behind all of this.” Before I can continue, another figure jumps down from on top of a building. Their black suit, lined with silver, glistens in the sunlight, and they raise their head slightly, unbending their knees from their fall.

“Captain,” a low voice greets.

“Your highness,” I nod, recognizing the young now king of Wakanda by his deep timbre.

“Anyway- Secretary Ross gave me thirty-six hours to bring you in. Can you help a brother out?” Tony requests, walking nervously around Bruce. I sigh, but keep my shoulders held high, not willing to be persuaded by the man in the iron suit.

“You’re after the wrong guy,” I state.

“Your judgment is askew,” he spits back, disappointment seeping through his teeth. “Your old war buddy killed innocent people.”

“He didn’t. He didn’t, and I know it. I can’t let him go down for something he didn’t do, Tony; I can’t.”

“Steve,” a new voice warns. I turn to see Natasha walking up beside the two men in front of me. Her face is stiff, her whole body ridden with tension. When she speaks again, her voice is low, cautioning me. “You know what’s about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?”

I take a deep breath, not knowing how to respond. Nat’s right; I know exactly what’s about to happen. But as far as I can tell, there’s no way to prevent it.

“Alright. I’ve run out of patience. Underoos!” Tony calls, raising his hands up to his mouth to magnify his voice.

Before I even know what’s happening, a sticky string of web shoots down and clasps onto my shield. It’s ripped from my hand and pulled towards the source of the webbing, while my hands are caught up in the sticky strings. Startled, I look up to see Peter flipping over top of me and onto an old vehicle stationed by Tony.

“Nice job, kid,” the scientist praises his apprentice.

“Thanks. Well- I could’ve stuck the landing a little better, it’s just- the new suit. W-wait- but- it’s nothing, Mr. Stark. I-it’s perfect. Thank you,” the kid rambles, at least seeming in a bit of a better state than when I last saw him before the group left for Vienna.

“Yeah, we don’t really need to… start a conversation,” Tony nods, moving the kid along.

“Okay. Cap- Captain,” Peter greets me, saluting a bit. His somewhat casual demeanor suggests that maybe he doesn’t understand all of what’s going on at the moment; unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like anyone on their side is in much of a mood to be reasoned with.

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it later,” Tony confirms my suspicions of the kid’s cluelessness. “Just- good job.”

“You’ve been busy,” I observe, my comment directed towards the scientist as I nod at the teen’s newly-designed super suit.

“And you’ve been a complete idiot,” he shoots back. “Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing’ Wanda from a place she doesn’t even wanna leave, a safe place. I’m trying to keep-” Tony’s voice raises, and then he pauses, sighing. “I’m trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart,” he finishes, his voice softer this time.

“You did that when you signed,” I tell him sadly.

Tony’s eyes lock on mine, and a look of defeat crosses his face. “Alright. We’re done,” he mumbles. “You’re gonna turn Barnes over, and you’re gonna come with us, now. Because it’s us,” he demands, his voice trembling, “or a squad of J-SOC guys with no compunction about being impolite, or what might be best for your daughter,” he seethes, the pain held in his words showing in his expression. “Come on,” the man whispers.

“We found it,” I hear Sam buzzing in over my ear. “Their Quinjet’s in hangar five, north runway.” At this signal, I raise up my hands, and from somewhere above, through an open window, Clint shoots an arrow down and breaks me free of the webbing.

“Alright team,” I speak into my earpiece. “Let’s move. Buck,” I say to my friend, trying to keep my voice from breaking. “Keep her safe.”

“I will,” he promises. I nod, a part of me terrified that all I can do is take his word for it.

Tony starts speaking to his people through his own wire, and the scene around me falls into complete chaos. Sam bursts out from behind me and snags my shield from Peter, throwing it back to me like a frisbee. Bruce takes a step back, looking hesitant to engage in the fight and turn himself green. Tony rises up into the air using his suit. “There’s two on the parking deck. One of them’s Maximoff; I’m gonna grab her,” I hear him say. “Barnes and the kid must be somewhere in the terminal. Nat, Peter- you’ve got Cap.”

“Barnes is mine,” T'Challa declares, running off. I take after him, managing to tackle him to the ground, but he rolls and recovers to his feet, my arms still hanging onto his neck from behind. He kicks and throws himself away from me, landing several feet away, somehow still standing. “Move Captain,” he orders. “I won’t ask a second time.” Taking my silence as a negative, he jumps at me, twisting and kicking in the air, hitting against my shield. Nat and Peter appear and webs shoot out towards me, but I block them off, grunting as I’m forced back a few feet.

“We don’t wanna hurt you,” Peter tries to reason before he jumps up onto the edge of the building, running off to pursue a shadow dashing inside, visible through the windows. I take a glance up and see Nat looking at me worriedly, the expression on her face giving away the fact that she isn’t quite ready to fight.

A short distance away, I see shots being fired towards the ground, most likely from Tony’s suit. Red lights fill the air, a clear move by Wanda. “I really don’t want to do this,” Nat says lowly, taking a step towards me. I turn to check T'Challa, only to find that he’s gone, as well. My pulse quickens as I think about Bucky, making his way through the airport with Willa. The spy takes advantage of my momentary distraction and jumps at me, her arms flying through the air as they collapse around my waist. I push her away forcefully and she throws a punch, but it collides with the hard metal disc wrapped around my arm. I take this chance to advance towards the nearby conflict involving Tony and Wanda, Nat hot on my trail.

“Wanda, I think you hurt Vision’s feelings,” I hear Tony shaming the kid as he floats in front of her, mid-air. He holds a hand out in front of him, palm facing out, a bright light glowing in its center.

“You locked me in my room,” the girl growls back.

“Okay- first, that’s an exaggeration. Second, I did it to protect you.” Wanda tilts her head slightly at this, not buying a word of it. “Hey Clint,” Tony says casually, greeting the archer standing next to the teenage girl.

“Hey man,” Clint nods back.

“Clearly 'retirement’ doesn’t suit you,” Tony jokes, “you got tired of shooting golf?”

“Well, I played eighteen. Shot eighteen. Just can’t seem to miss,” Clint sighs, raising his loaded bow in front of him. He shoots at Tony, barely missing the red suit.

“First time for everything,” Tony shrugs with a smirk.

“Made you look,” Clint shoots back with a grin. Behind the floating figure, cars start bursting through windows from within the building, crashing in around him as Wanda pulls them from their places. Tony falls to the ground, the weight of a car fully pinning him to the ground. “We gotta go,” Clint urges, and the three of us continue to make our way across the lot towards the location Sam instructed us to, which is now coming into sight.

Just as we reach the entrance, we come face to face with Peter. Nat runs up and stands at his side. We all pause, and for a good moment, no one says anything. Behind the two in front of us, Bucky appears, Willa clinging to his side, eyes wide with fear. They stand right at the door to the Quinjet. We’re so close, I think to myself, my heart pounding in my ears.

I hear clanking from behind me, turning to see Tony approaching, holding up his fist, loaded with power.

In the blink of an eye, Clint tackles Natasha, neutralizing her on the ground. Peter goes to take a step towards Wanda, but she freezes him in a red glow. I take a step backwards from Tony, moving in the direction of Bucky and Willa. “Don’t,” Tony threatens, his fist lighting up with power. “I swear to god, Rogers. Don’t.” I let out a harsh breath, once again stepping back. “Goddammit, Steve- if you move again, I’ll swear to god, I’ll-”

It happens in a flash. I turn and dart towards the ship, hoping my speed will get me to the plane and Tony’s shot will fall short. A brilliant beam of light blasts through the air and I brace myself, throwing my body at the ramp in front of me. I wait for the pain, but none comes. Gasps fill the silence, and I turn to look, my eyes growing wide at the sight.

Willa has thrown herself in front of me, her tiny body absorbing the searing blast. Her little arms are held up in front of her, shaking; her entire left side, from the chest up, along with her arm, is completely scorched. Smoke can be seen rising off of the child’s burnt flesh.

“Oh my god,” I choke out as my body finally snaps back into action. I bolt towards Willa and scoop her up, the little girl’s body resting limply in my arms as I rise up onto my feet, looking to Tony straight in the eyes. His tear-filled gaze stares back at me hauntingly; his arm has fallen down to his side, his hand still balled up in a fist, steaming from the output. Without another word, I turn back towards the plane, joining Bucky at the door.

In a startling burst of motion and sound, T'Challa springs out from the side of the building towards us, but to everyone’s surprise, Natasha pushes herself up from under Clint and grabs onto the man in the black and silver suit, holding him back. “Go,” she says to us. I nod slightly at her, still unable to find my voice.

As soon as we enter the jet, I quickly rush Willa to a seat, trying to prop her up into a sitting position. “Buck, I’m gonna need you to fly us out of here,” I tell my friend. He nods, heading towards the front of the plane silently.

I try again to sit Willa up against the cushion, but her body completely collapses forward. Her eyes are open but glossed over, shallow whimpers escaping her lips every few moments. “Oh Willa,” I breathe as tears build in my eyes, lifting her up again off the seat. “It’s okay, doll. You’re gonna be okay.” I scan the labeled storage compartments and find the first aid supplies; as best I can with one hand, I pull out the blue fold-out hospital mattress and untie it along the floor. As gently possible, I lay the little girl down. Her body seizes up in pain, tears dripping down onto the padding below her.

Anger towards Tony and the others begin to rise in my chest as I pull out the medical supplies. I find a bottle of water and pour it over a cloth, not wanting to use a compress that might be too cold, like an ice pack. Easing the rag down onto the child’s face, my heart aches as she cries out weakly in protest, hiccuping through her tears.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. I’m just helping you, gonna make it all better, Willa-bug. I promise,” I console, a wave of guilt washing over me as I take the little girl’s uninjured hand in my own, stroking the back of it lightly with my thumb.

Resting back momentarily, my eyes squeeze shut, and all I can see is red. Tony shot at me. He dealt the damage. But Willa… she took it for me, took it because of me. That’s something I don’t ever think I’ll forget. And maybe something I won’t ever be able to forgive myself for.

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[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Dark Angel Interview: Emery

For my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series.

I had previously asked for 'interview' questions for Emery, and I eventually got around to answering them. I'll do the same for Phoenix when I get a moment.

Tag List: @katries @summertimefun1982 @blxxckheart (If you want added to the tag list, let me know)

Food / Drinks She loves a wide variety of foods, only thanks to exploring so much with Kenny and the Bucks during her travels. Stir-fry is amazing, wontons, and some sushi. Just depends on her mood. Italian foods are probably her favorite overall- pasta, pizza and gelato. Seafood is amazing—but only crab, shrimp, and lobster. Emery doesn’t like much of anything else (Squid? Ew. Clams? Double ew.) Spanish cuisine is also really good; authentic is even better. She don’t really like super spicy foods though, it upsets her stomach; and she absolutely refuse to eat mushrooms or anything slimy.

Drink wise, mostly water or flavored water. Occasionally, she’ll drink sweet tea and some juices. Hot cocoa and coffee are amazing; Emery will never turn down stopping at Starbucks. Alcohol, she don’t really drink too much. She don’t like beers or wines—there’ve been a few fruity drinks she’s found that she likes, but only ever drinks 1-2 of them, and even then, there are months, sometimes almost a year in between drinking. She just doesn’t have the urge to drink a lot of alcohol.

Animals Emery absolutely loves dogs and cats! They’re her all-time favorites. There’s a lot of animals she likes; horses, dolphins, monkeys, turtles, birds—the list could go on.

The list of what Emery don’t like is much shorter and simpler. She could live without spiders, especially the larger ones. Mosquitos are highly annoying. Emery also suffers from ophidiophobia – irrational fear of snakes. She’s not been a fan of them for as long as she can remember. Bad experience as a kid.

Favorite Games This is a broad category, so let’s break it into chunks.

Video Games: Elder Scrolls are a big favorite of hers- mostly Skyrim and Elder Scrolls Online. Raft. Sims franchise. Resident Evil franchise. Mortal Kombat is always a favorite of hers. Racing games, wrestling games—she’ll try just about any of them.

Board/Card Games: Poker, Apples to Apples/Cards Against Humanity, Monopoly, Clue – you name it, she will play it! Emery LOVES game night.

Places to Live/Visit She’s only ever lived in a few places. Emery was born in Colorado and lived there up until she was 18. After, lived in California for a while before making the long move to Japan. Now, she currently has an apartment in Florida.

Japan was definitely a top-list place, both living and visiting. The country is just so beautiful and the language is mesmerizing. Emery could listen to Kenny speak Japanese for hours and never tire of it. Italy is another place she has been lucky to visit; stayed there for almost four days due to a layover issue. Absolutely remarkable country, super nice people.

She’s wanted to go to England since she was a little girl—and has had a few opportunities to go, but unfortunately, something always comes up and Emery can never go. Maybe one day…

Favorite Music/Movies/TV Shows/Books Another broad topic that we’ll separate.

Music: Very open to different music- classical, pop, rock, etc. The only kind she doesn’t really listen to is screamo and most rap

Movies and TV: Supernatural is her go to; Doctor Who, Sherlock, Avengers, Once Upon a Time, CSI’s, NCIS’s, Criminal Minds, Forensic Files. She loves crime shows, magical/fantasy, and cooking shows. Also American Ninja Warrior. And don’t even get her started on anime.

Books: Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter. Anything from James Patterson. And a bucket load of manga.

What does she look for in a guy Great body and a nice d---

Nah, just joking.

Emery is a sucker for blue or green eyes, and ‘long’ hair (something she can run her fingers through). Someone who’s funny/has humor, has a sensitive side, makes her feel safe and loved.

Common interests are always nice, but not exactly necessary. He does have to like animals though. That’s a deal breaker there—and she don’t mean snakes. If that’s the only animal he likes/wants/has then it aint gonna work.

Doesn’t have to be taller than her, but Emery does like being picked up and carried around. Piggyback rides are the best thing ever. She’s naturally cuddly and sometimes clingy, so he’s gotta be able to put up with that.

Don’t even get her started on accents or being multilingual.

Another key thing is, he’s gotta be able to help her through the dark times. When the voices and memories start getting to be too much and she start falling down the ‘rabbit hole’. His being able to help her through it, or stop it from getting bad, is definitely something she looks for.

Does she want a family? A family would be nice, but she’s not completely sold on the idea of childbirth. She saw her mother go through some complications with Emery’s little brother and the possibility she could go through the same thing (or worse) scares her. The idea of having a little body running around with her DNA and the DNA of who she loves though, is very tempting. Perhaps one day, with the right person.

What does she like to do on dates and for fun? It depends on the day and how she’s feeling. Sometimes a simple movie at home with popcorn, snuggled under a blanket together is more than enough for her. Or, another home date would be just playing games together, either video or board games. If it’s venturing outside of the home, then she’s all for going to museums, arcades, swimming (only at pools though- she hates swimming in lakes/rivers because the possibility of a snake slithering around her that she can’t see). Mini golf, walking through a park, window shopping, the zoo, or even going to an animal shelter and volunteering for a few hours. She doesn’t do sporting events too often, but for the right person, she would consider it.

(Unique) Nicknames she has for her boys. Kenny: Ken, Kenbear Nick: Nicky, Nemo, Nii Matt: Mattie, Minion, Nii Kyle: Kye, Kye-Rye Riley/El Phantasmo: Phasmo, Rye Damian: Damo, D, Papi Priest, Mi Hombre (my Man) Adam: AC, A-Bay, Chugathon Hangman: Cowboy, Hangy, AP Wheeler Yuta: Yoots Orange Cassidy: Cass, J (like Orange Juice/OJ—but just a J) Darby: Darbs Jay White: Switchblade, Switch Kofi: Koph/Kof, KK Finn: Finnabon Jeff Hardy: Nero, Jeffie Wardlow: Cerberus (3 headed dog, Greek Myth), Wardaddy

(Unique) Nicknames her boys have for her. Kenny: Ree, Angel, Angelface, Kitten Nick: Ree, sis, Matt: Ree, sis Kyle: Ree, sis Riley/El Phantasmo: Ree, shortie, Damian: Ree, Princess/Princesa Adam: Ree Hangman: Ree, Darlin’ Wheeler Yuta: Ree Orange Cassidy: Ree, R Darby: Ree, Cifer (Lucifer, a fallen angel) Jay White: Ree, Princess Kofi: Ree, lil sis Finn: Ree Jeff Hardy: Ree, Reno (Nero but letters are mixed up) Wardlow: Ree, Puppy,

Who started her main nickname, Ree? Kyle, shortly after he started helping train her back in early months of 2014.

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[higuchimon]

[fanfic] To Win Is To Live

Haou did not play for fun. Playing just for the enjoyment, for going up against someone as skilled or even better than he might be was a thing of the past. Now he dueled for one reason and one reason only - to kill other people, to claim their souls for Super Fusion and to establish his rule over this world.

He would never return to the human world. Being there without those who had passed would be a fate he’d never sentence himself to, and even if he could, he couldn’t bring himself to face those who had been left behind. They would already be disappointed enough in him. He was already disappointed enough in himself.

So he would stay here. He would rule. He would create Super Fusion in its entirety and he would accomplish this. Johan might be no more - might be dead - but Yubel would be out there somewhere, and he would find them. What he would do when he found them he hadn’t yet decided.

Avenge all the deaths, he decided. There wasn’t much else that he could do. He remembered Yubel, but he couldn’t be certain of much else. Why they claimed to love him. Why they were so angry. Surely it couldn’t have meant that much - and yet somehow it did.

There were things that he’d forgotten. He’d always been aware of that. He’d just never thought about it all that much. It had been a time when he was a child, and he’d been told he was very sick. He still wasn’t sure about all the details, but it had been after he’d sent in the Neo-Spacian cards to Industrial Illusions.

Sometimes, if he tried very hard, he could recall a voice speaking to him then. Had it been Yubel’s voice? He thought it might have been. Even now it was so difficult to remember clearly and he usually didn’t try.

He had too much to do now to worry over what he’d forgotten. Regardless of why it happened, Yubel came in search of him and Johan paid the price for that, as had all the others. Somewhere in the world hid Shou and O’Brien and Jim - and he could do nothing for him but work to keep them safe, in a way they’d never approve of.

Because he fought to win now. Because he didn’t dare lose a single duel, because doing that meant everything he’d fought so hard for meant nothing. Meant that those who died, died for nothing, and he would not allow that. He’d gone too far. He’d done too much. To let it slip away by the simple loss of a duel - no. Never. Not ever.

Those who served him had no idea of why he wanted any of this. They knew that he wanted Super Fusion and to rule but not why. He wasn’t going to tell them. No one needed to know.

They only needed to win. So he set the example and they followed. Just like it had been in Duel Academia - but with the added bonus that he knew it this time and he would make sure it kept on happening. Winning might not put everything back the way that it had been but it would keep everything from getting worse.

And if his exploits happened to bring those who survived close to him - well, there were places in his realm for anyone, as long as they could win.

The End

Notes: Always fun to write Haou! I like to dig around in his head and see what’s there.

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[rainbows-fanfics]

All’inzio (Chapter 12)

Summary: A  soldier-in-training, Valerie hopes to join the Valencian Army to avenge  her father’s death under the wing of General Rooke. But when she happens  to catch the attention of Commander Kane, her plans take a different  turn.

Human AU of the Armada from Pirate101, where Kane meets his Queen.

Pairing: Kane/Queen

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Note: The title translates to “at the beginning”.

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Valerie received a letter from her mother a few weeks after she sent the last one. She remembered speaking mostly of Kane and grew embarrassed when she received a response. She regretted pouring her heart out on that last page. Regardless, Emilia was happy for her and encouraged her lessons. She commented on the mentions of the Commander, asking if she had seen him lately. She decided not to answer that directly, beating around the bush in her reply.

It wasn't serious, anyway. Sure, they were on a name-basis with each other now...but that couldn't mean anything special, the longer she thought about it. She saw no need to make a big deal over him yet and stuck with her personal details to write to her mother. She felt a little uneasy sending the letter off, but focused on her lessons instead. The parts she truly looked forward to were the times she met with Kane afterwards.

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The afternoons she spent with the Supreme Commander were the best times of her day. While she formed a sort of friendship with her instructor, Aristide, she valued the time after her lessons more. It was always a pleasure being out with him due to the looks they'd receive - ones of astonishment and admiration. She learned that Kane had the greatest respect in Florenza, and every time they passed any guards or military men, she would receive a tip of the hat from them. It was an entire different experience - and she loved it.

The next time she saw Kane, she wanted to spend their time together alone. He appeared the same as always - in his elegant uniform, hat, and mask on his face. She began to dress a little differently. She bought a few more dresses in the Supreme Commander's absence, which were conveniently golden and black in color. She found an appeal to the combination and couldn't help herself. Every time she walked next to him, she felt like her outfit was complimenting his.

She led him to her apartment and settled in while he idled in the living room. Ever since he praised the necklace, she wore it almost every time she was out. She got a few compliments from strangers on the street for her appearance. His advice was working too well - she caught herself taking notes on what the other women were wearing. Rarely, she would eavesdrop on nearby conversations to pick up on the dialect and was trying them for herself.

She liked how Kane spoke. It was...intelligent, but not as arrogant as the men on the streets. He also had that accent that she liked. No man could ever replace that, as far as she was concerned!

She walked out of the room after tying the necklace, to find him sitting patiently on her couch. She stood for a moment or two, wondering what to say. She felt nervous under his gaze; the way he sat, resting his combat boot on his knee while laying his frame against the cushions...it wasn't helping the situation! She began looking around the room, thinking of what they could do. She had excuses to go out in public with him, but now she had to entertain him herself. She remembered about the games laying around and searched through the cupboard where she kept them.

"Would you like to play a game..?" She offered.

He was watching her, his blue eyes intently pressing on her back. He brought his attention to the shelf she was searching through. "What do you have?"

"Let's see..." She picked through the boxes. "I have a deck of cards, Bang!, chess-"

She heard some movement. His stare was on the box her hand was on. She slipped it out and observed the picture of a chess set. "Would you like to play..? I don't think it's an ideal game to start off with; I would prefer checkers, or-"

"Va bene così. Bring it over and I'll set up a game."

She blinked once or twice before bringing it over and handing it to him. She watched Kane remove the set inside, setting everything on the table before them. It wasn't anything special in appearance - a wooden board game with simply-detailed pieces on a poorly-printed board. He didn't seem to mind, arranging the pieces where they went. He set it up to where she played as white. He motioned her to sit across from him. She pulled up a chair and brought it to the other side of the table so they were facing each other.

"Have you played before?" He asked.

"I used to play with my mother. I don't think I was ever good at it, though."

"Chess is my favorite game. My father taught me how to play when I was a child." His voice was eager as his fingers trailed over the head of the pawns. "I'm a renowned player."

She looked at him in disbelief. "Why have I not heard of that until now?"

"Have you ever been to a competition?" She shook her head. "-Then you wouldn't. I entered dozens of them in my childhood. I've won quite a few awards. I'm prestigious in the eyes of fellow chess enthusiasts."

He made his first move. She waited a minute before making hers. She felt uneasy about the outcome. She was playing with an...expert? Her mother played the game with her to pass the time while they waited for her father. As far as she remembered, neither of them knew much about chess, past the simple playing rules. An uneasy feeling arose in her chest as she played with him, praying that he wouldn't look down on her lack of practice.

A thought distracted her. Perhaps conversation would deter him. She sat back in her seat coyly. "It makes sense chess would be your favorite game..."

He moved his piece without looking at her. "-And why is that?"

"Well, you're the Supreme Commander. Surely you've heard the saying, 'war is like a game of chess'..? The soldiers are the pawns and the pieces?"

"It's an insightful analogy." He moved his knight along. "Then again, some also say war is like a card game."

"Hmm. What do you think..?"

He was quiet as he focused on their game, pressing his gloved fingers against his chin. He played his turn, addressing the question with a slight shrug. "Truthfully? It can be a bit of both."

She took a glance at the board. She had an idea of what she was doing, but he already captured a few of her pawns. The game just begun. She decided to continue on with the conversation, in hopes of distracting him. "Why?"

He sat back in his seat, finally tearing his eyes away from the board. "Imagine yourself in my position. If war were truly like a chess game, I would be telling my pieces where to go and what to do. I account for any losses or victories - I'm one step ahead. But the things that are unpredictable would be considered a sort of wild card."

"So, you have your chess pieces and a joker?"

"Practically."

She held her piece in between her fingers. "That's an odd way of looking at it, isn't it?"

"The most true to my experiences. I would know."

He watched as she played her piece, then proceeded to capture it. She huffed in her chair as she took a good look at their game. In the span of their conversation, he captured quite a bit of her pieces. She hadn't realized she left so many openings; she must've been too absorbed in his words. Valerie continued to play and curiously watched his turns. He'd spend a minute or two staring, thinking, before he'd move his piece. And it'd be somewhere completely unexpected - yet, she quickly learned, it was all apart of a strategy he played.

While she spent several agonizing turns attempting to find any openings to capture his pieces, he already cornered her. Her gut sank as he moved his piece towards her last one, the word smoothly slipping off his tongue. "-Check."

She examined the board in awe, then slumped in her seat. She admitted failure. She moved her piece to the side and watched as he easily captured her king within the next few turns. She ran her hands through her hair as she watched him clean up the pieces, arranging them into their rightful spots again.

"I don't think I could play another game with you," She confessed. "I already know I am going to lose."

"I don't intend on a second game. I want to teach you something." He informed her.

She was inclined to listen. He set up the board with ease and looked at her carefully. Then, he motioned to his black pieces with a gloved hand. "You seem to play with only the next step in your mind. Chess is a game of strategy - you want to think several steps ahead, and consider your opponent's move every time you make yours."

"That is a basic rule, yes."

"But you're not executing it." He picked up a pawn and leaned back in his seat. "You move your pawns without much thought. They give room for your other pieces, and there are advantages you can make with them. If you'd have seen what I did with mine, I'm sure you'd understand."

He moved onto another piece and began explaining to her how it could be used. Despite not having much interest in the game, she found herself listening intently. He sounded so confident in his words. He went to the extent of executing some of these strategies in action, and she followed his words carefully. When the time came for him to wrap up his advice, she found herself wanting to play again. She held a hand over his as he went to remove the pieces.

"I would like to try again, if you don't mind? Now that I know a bit more about the game..."

His eyes glanced down before he nodded. She got excited when she played her first move. Kane was more than willing to partake in another game, and this one went by much quieter than their first. She was too focused on her turns, trying to follow his advice. She didn't understand how he could've talked to her so casually while playing all of these strategies...even with her head in the game, he still managed to capture her pieces. And while she nearly got to corner him, he played the game so that she ended up in the same corner as before.

Watching him take her king away and end the game with that infamous 'checkmate', she sat back in her seat with displeasure. He was smiling, looking at all of his pieces that she captured on her side.

"Not bad."

It beckoned a smile on her face. "Really?"

"You're in the right mindset. That's good." He had the freedom to clean up the board now. "That was fun."

A noise emerged from her lips. "Rarely do I hear someone call a game of chess 'fun'..."

He chuckled as he placed the game back in the box. She took it from his hands to return it on her shelf. She felt confident knowing he enjoyed their game together. She was rusty with chess - but that didn't ruin the afternoon. He looked spirited as she leaned on the table, keeping her attention on his mask and his eyes.

"Thank you for teaching me. I can see how this would be a competitive game..."

"I've taught quite a few people how to play chess. You caught on quicker than most."

"How much have you earned from this game, exactly...?"

"Competitions yield more gold than one may think." He shrugged. "I was also paid to teach the game. If I could earn a salary on it, I'd keep it as a job."

"I never would have guessed this about you..." She confessed. "Every day I seem to learn something new about you."

Kane grew quiet. His eyes went about the table in thought. She didn't need a reply, anyway. They'd grown closer spending more time together. By this point she could call him a friend. But every day, feeling these things around him and knowing they were growing stronger....she wanted more. As she observed his face, he looked to the nearest window. They played these games until the evening - the sky was a beautiful shade of orange, showing the sun nearly setting.

She stood from her seat. "I did not realize how much time has passed..."

"Neither have I." She heard Kane get up. "I tend to lose track when I'm having a good time."

Her heart skipped a beat. He gave her a dip of his head. She felt it was too soon to bid him goodbye. If only they could spend hours together longer....she wouldn't mind playing a hundred chess games! He made everything enjoyable, as long as she could hear his deep voice and stare at his beautiful mask....

"I'll be heading off, now. I stayed a little longer than intended." He informed.

She rubbed her arm while looking at her door. "If I'm going to be honest..." She hesitated with this sentence. "I wish today went longer. It was fun learning how to play chess with you. The rest of the time we've spent - it is all so enjoyable."

He let out an interested hum. "I enjoy our time together as well." She was elated at this reply and his lips twitched. He headed towards her door. "Have a good evening, Valerie. I look forward to speaking with you tomorrow."

There was a tight yearning in her chest as she watched him go. Yet she did nothing to stop him, watching as he carried on. "You, too..."

His eyes lingered on hers as he left, and only turned away once he had to. For a moment, she swore they shared something in their gaze. She closed the door behind her and let out a long sigh. For once, she didn't feel entirely at peace being alone in the confines of her home - she wished she had someone to share such time with. Begrudgingly, she went to make herself dinner, but stopped when she looked at the shelf of games. When her eyes locked on the chess box, her thoughts went to Kane.

It's going to be like this for awhile, She thought.

#pirate101 #p101 #pirate101 kane #pirate101 queen #kane x queen #fanfiction #all'inzio #fanfic

[fuckyeahdarcylewis]

Cards Against Avengers

by LyrebirdSong

The Avengers play a doctored up version of Cards against Humanity

Words: 646, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Pepper Potts

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers & Avengers Team

Additional Tags: Fluff, Silly, Taserbones if you squint, Natasha the matchmaker, Cards Against Humanity, competitive Avengers, Drabble, Mild Language

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Darcy Lewis' #Darcy Lewis #fanfictions #mcu

[marvel-and-dc-geek]

I’ll upload my fic here too, in case anyone wants to read

Thor: Record of Ragnarok

Chapter 1

Walking around in circles like a caged animal wasn’t something the king of Asgard should do, but Thor didn’t really have much of a choice: after all, most of the gods had voted to end humanity once and for all. (He had no idea if Loki had voted for or against it, but the Asgardians had, unanimously, opposed to killing the mortals)

“Are you nervous, dear brother ?” Of course, even thinking about the raven haired god would summon him.

“What do you think?” Usually he wasn’t that harsh, but that situation called for it “They’re going…they’re going to kill everyone on earth. So many innocent people…as well as my friends, my beloved…” ex beloved, but he still cared about her.

Despite his tendencies, Loki had to admit he understood that sudden mood shift. Of course he didn’t really have any friends, unless you counted Amora that is, but that wasn’t in discussion right now. Luckily, he could read his brother like a book

“You’re going to betray us, aren’t you?” He frowned. His brother was an idiot “they will kill you”

“That’s their problem, dear brother “ the king answered “Midgard is under my protection. Besides that, I am not going to betray the other gods: we are”

“We?” Loki scoffed “and why would I risk my life for such petty beings ?”

“Well, for starters, I’m the king “Thor reminded him “and second,your Midgardian children would be among those killed “

Despite not being exactly what people of Midgard would call “good”, the god of mischief cared about any of his offspring.

“Fair enough, ‘majesty ’” he said with the biggest amount of sarcasm he could use “but what do you propose? Let’s face it brother: us asgardian gods aren’t as powerful as the others “

“Oh don’t remind me “ Thor chuckled “That purple one with four arms? I heard he can destroy entire universes just by will. And one of Zeus’ brothers sends me chills just by looking at him. Not even Njord wants to defy him “

“Humans are definitely done for “Loki sighed “I got curious and decided to check on certain things …we are supposed to fight some of them”

“Well, I’ll tell Zeus that us Aesir won’t be fighting here. Humans aren’t a good challenge “ that would be a good enough lie

“They’ll definitely agree, thankfully “ Loki could practically keep up with their thoughts “Sif doesn’t hate humans, and she’s furious that no goddesses from any pantheon were chosen to fight, and so are the rest of them. I guess Heimdall is also going to agree with us, and I don’t think any other god would be willing to defy your orders “

“I am aware “ Thor had fought with most of them, so their loyalty was strong. They served Odin, and would also serve Thor “and I think I have some suggestions for which humans could protect their own home.”

“Your friends, brother?” It was clear as water, specially for someone as skilled as the raven haired god “wouldn’t they suspect full play if all the Avengers showed up?”

“Not all of them, of course…” he wasn’t that much of an idiot, contrary to his brother’s believes “but I know which ones we can send. Of course, we can always discuss it: Let’s allow the gods to think they have a chance, for a minute” Thor picked the card Stark had given him. Given the nature of the place they were currently at, it was able to contact Midgard “Avengers, Assemble!”

#thor: record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #marvel #my fanfics #madg fics

[milfingo]

gee emmet how come you get to have two different versions of your brother and a sister 🤣 guess arceus felt bad for separating them and decided to give emmet an apology lmao

if i may ask, what would an alter ingo be like? 😳👉👈

and oh do take your time in expanding your au its also giving me brainrot and making me revisit the anime for context lol

Haha! I should really try and actually do the rest of the fate worldbuilding or expansion but this one is just fun.

So there are several ways to go about an Alter for Ingo. The FGO way and the way that is shown in Zero/Stay Night/ Heaven's Feel aka the anime.

The FGO way, I'd play it a bit more serious and have his Alter be based on his wish to recover his memories and finding a sense of belonging being used against him and twisting him against humanity. In this form he takes on the traits of an avenger as well as the trait Threat to Humanity. This is an Ingo that realized he is never to recover his missing memories and thus has deemed it not worth his time to even help prevent humanities destruction. He cannot remember what he is fight for so what is the use, one could say.

This Ingo would reject help and aim to get in the players way as much as possible, making use of all available abilities from across all his different class types but having absolutely no recollection as to why he is able to use such abilities. He would be an enemy that you definitely need the plot McGuffin to take care of.

But a story idea would be that you run into him in a singularity similar to that of Babylonia where it is super close to the time of gods and things begin to blur. He would be a servant summoned by the enemy and the only thing holding him back from outright killing you is that there is something about you that stirs some kind of remembrance in him as well as other servants jumping in to prevent the player's untimely demise. As the player progresses, they eventually reach a point where they try to summon a servant to counter Ingo. As the saints graph is revealed a sinister giggle fills the area and the saints graph glitches to reveal a different class card. Moon Cancer. >:]

Thats right Emmet likes winning more than anything and he isn't going to let something like pesky class rules prevent him from beating his brother.

Getting away from the seriousness though. Imagine summoning a servant only to hear Emmet's giggle from PMEX and having the saints graph glitch the hell out. That would be so cool and freaky!

This isn't that long but I'm going to make a part two specifically to cover an anime version of Alter Ingo. Especially since thing one got a bit away from me. If anyone wants to use this idea feel free :) I'd like if you can ping me if you do or just link me.

#blankshipping #fate series au #ask answers #pokemon ingo #fgo fanservant #ask are always welcome #ok but tell me Emmet wouldn't break the rules and become a Moon Cancer or Pretender class servant

[ofdiatribes]

Eir Arud member of the Clan of Ragnar Eskilsen

I'll seek you out Flay you alive One more word and you won't survive And I'm not scared of your stolen power I see right through you any hour

I'm taking it slow Feeding my flame Shuffling the cards of your game And just in time In the right place Suddenly I will play my ace

I won't soothe your pain I won't ease your strain You'll be waiting in vain I got nothing for you to gain

Eyes on fire Your spine is ablaze Felling any foe with my gaze And just in time In the right place Steadily emerging with grace

dear all nations,  EIR ARUD has crossed the city borders to edinburgh to the sound of EYES ON FIRE  by BLUE FOUNDATION. the CLAN MEMBER of THE CLAN OF RAGNAR ESKILSEN is known to be AGAINST making peace. SHE reminds me of A PANTHER LURKING IN THE GRASS and THE SHARP POINT OF A KINFE however did you know that EIR IS WORKING TO OVERTHROW HER CLAN?

BIO

Eir can still remember the night the clan attacked her village. The orange of the flames and the piercing wail of a new widow. They haunt her dreams. Adept with a bow and arrow, Eir took out several of their men before finally being subdued. Interested in her marksmanship skills the clan allowed her to live, so long as she joined them. At the time the choice was simple: join and live or die. If she chose death, there would never be a chance to avenge her loved ones, among them was her three year-old sister. It was then that Eir vowed to get revenge. She did not know when or how, but she would avenge the atrocities the clan had committed. Years spent with the clan turned her into a fierce warrior. Her prowess in combat allowed her to be sent on expeditions and raids. She did her best to spare those she attacked from the same fate. Stealthily taking out a fellow clan member whenever she could. Allowing women and their children to escape. It was all she could do without attracting notice. 

On the surface she had made friends with the clan. Calling them family and building relationships. She was only human, and needed the companionship of others to survive within her grief. The person she considers her dearest friend is Talita. They were taken from the same village and it was only natural that as they adjusted to the new order of things they became close. Eir disagreed with Talita’s choice to marry into the clan leader’s family. She viewed it as a stark betrayal and for a while the pair grew apart. Eventually they came back to each other as Talita’s marriage became more difficult. It pains Eir that she must keep her true intentions from Talita. The one person who should have been her biggest ally in her want for revenge was too enmeshed in the clan to know the truth. 

Quick to anger Eir has most definitely made a name for herself amongst the clan. She disagreed vehemently with the clans decision to accept an alliance with Scotland. They were vikings, not meant to bend the knee. As a result Eir has a hard time showing the royals the respect she has been commanded to treat them with. She sees them as soft. Weak. That an alliance with them makes the clan look weak. For though she wants to see some of the clan gutted for what they did to her village, there are still those members who she wishes to protect. In an effort to achieve both she has started to work with whomever is necessary. She passes information along to them whenever she can without arousing suspicion. Being told to play nice with those staying in the area has helped her to develop unsuspecting friendships with those who can help her further her goal. She wants to see Ragnar Eskilsen and those loyal to him destroyed and hopes that this fragile ‘unity’ will give her the chance she needs to succeed.

#eir.intro #tw: fire #tw: death