#do you think he realizes that he once kidnapped this same woman and tried to drop her from like a 40 story height

[cherienymphe]

Basic Training XIII (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, MURDER, violence, kidnapping, captivity, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, ptsd, housewife kink, cop!Peter

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summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

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Peter was at work.

It had been some weeks since the inevitable had happened, waking up to find Peter putting on his uniform. You had expected it at some point, but definitely not so soon. Or, at least, soon for you. It had been hard to hide the disappointment on your features when the dark-haired man had glanced at you, his own face falling some as he neared you.

“Hey,” he’d softly said, cupping your face as he leaned over the bed. “It’ll be okay.”

You hadn’t responded, only blinking, and Peter continued.

“I’ll only be gone a few hours, just to get both of us back into the swing of things. I’ll be back in no time,” he’d assured you.

He’d been right, of course. He had only been gone for a few hours that day, but what felt like no time to him felt like an entire day to you. You’d gone through every task like it was indeed nothing more than a chore, merely trying to find some solace in your cleaning and cooking and gardening, trying to find some way to keep your mind off of Peter’s absence.

In truth, all you’d accomplished was counting down the minutes until he returned.

You’d been in the middle of helping Pepper with lunch when familiar hands had settled on your waist. It had startled you, at first, before the familiarity of them set in, prompting you to stop what you were doing. You hadn’t hesitated to turn and wrap your arms around him, feeling so much more at ease with him home.

“What’ya making?” he’d asked after briefly acknowledging the other woman in the room when she’d done the same.

“Thor wanted subs,” you’d told him. “Pepper’s toasting the bread.”

He’d smiled at that, and it was something you did often, now. Unable to hide your relief at having Peter home, telling him about your day, and listening when he did the same. The town struck you as so small, from what you remembered anyway, but you were always shocked by just how much crime and mess Peter and the rest of the station had to deal with.

The day he’d come home with a bandage on his arm was burned into your memory.

“It’s nothing,” he’d kept reassuring you. “Just some asshole trying to rob a bank with bad aim.”

You hadn’t laughed at the joke as Peter had, and he’d quickly swallowed his chuckles down. He’d reached out to touch your face in the hallway, but you’d been intently focused on the light blood that had bled through a bit. He’d been right, of course. It was nothing, a flesh wound, a graze, but it hadn’t stopped you from worrying all the same.

The heaviness in your chest had shocked you. After all, you liked to think that Peter meant nothing to you, but that wasn’t entirely true. You’d hesitantly reached up to graze his arm just below the white gauze, eyes burning. Peter could’ve been seriously hurt, he could’ve died, and that had worried you for more reasons than one.

“Peter,” you’d softly started once in the privacy of your room moments later. “What would happen to me…if something happened to you…?”

Surprisingly, it was a thought that had never occurred to you before. These men were mortal and human just like anyone else, and considering their professions, the possibility of any of them dying should’ve entered your mind at least once or twice. However, as you’d stared at his arm, you realized that this was the first time you’d truly given it some thought.

You’d heard him sigh.

“Don’t think about that,” he’d tried to coax you away from the thought, making you look at him.

“…but you’re a cop…and clearly this town isn’t as boring and safe as I’d initially thought.”

You had multiple reasons to come to that conclusion.

“What if something does happen to you?” you’d quietly asked him.

Peter had stared at you for a while before slowly leaning in and brushing his lips against yours.

“That won’t happen, pretty girl,” he’d slowly assured you, continuing before you could say anything. “…but if that ever were to happen…you’d just still be a functioning part of the household with no title to your name.”

You had frowned at that. So, you’d still be doing as you did but just without Peter around. The thought had terrified you for one reason above all else, and his name was Steve. You didn’t even want to imagine the kind of trouble you’d get into without Peter around to protect you, and you had thrown your arms around him before you knew it.

He’d rubbed your back, making soothing sounds, but you’d shaken your head, burying your face into his shoulder.

“I think I’d rather just die.”

You had said it so quietly you were sure Peter didn’t even hear you, but if the way he’d paused was anything to go by, he’d heard you clearly.

You couldn’t survive in this place without Peter, and he had to know that. You felt like you were barely hanging on when he was around, and God knows that thread only became thinner when he went to work. If you had to face the reality of never seeing Peter ever again, you didn’t doubt that you’d lose all reason under Steve’s wrath and stern discipline.

“Don’t say that,” he’d whispered. “Besides, it’s not going to happen.”

You had to believe that because the alternative wasn’t feasible to you.

“You don’t know that,” you’d murmured back, fingers digging into his side and the uninjured arm.

“You wouldn’t want to live without me…? Even if you had something to remember me by?”

You’d stiffened at that, understanding dawning on you as to what he was hinting at.

Peter didn’t bring up the possibility of kids often. He probably didn’t want to scare you, but you knew what was expected of you…you knew what he wanted. On the off chance that Sharon or Laura brought their sons around or Steve or Margaret stepped out with Sarah, you were no fool. You saw the smile that lit up Peter’s boyish features. You saw the longing in his deep brown eyes, the desire to have children of his own someday…with you.

Of all the men here, if any of them deserve to have a kid, you supposed that it was Peter.

However, you wondered just how true that was. The man had kidnapped you, after all, and clearly had no qualms against his brothers and whatever methods they chose to punish their wives with. Peter wasn’t a good guy, no matter how good he made you feel these days, and so maybe he didn’t deserve any children.

…but you yourself had wanted kids someday…but not like this.

The thought of subjecting your future sons to the same fate as their father or your future daughters to the same fate as you made your eyes water. It seemed like such a cruel thing to do, but giving Peter children was inevitable, you supposed. It’s not like you had any means to protect yourself against the possibility, and since Peter had first had sex with you, he had never not come inside of you.

It was honestly only a matter of time.

“I…don’t know,” you’d honestly answered his question.

Without Peter, any child you had would be far better off with any of the other wives than with you. You doubted that you’d even be able to look after yourself, let alone a whole other person who’d completely depend on you. On the other hand, though, you didn’t know if you could trust your hypothetical child’s wellbeing with anyone but you. Especially with Steve around.

Someone had to make sure they didn’t grow up completely messed up by all of this.

…but then again…maybe you weren’t right to be that someone either.

After all, Peter had kidnapped and raped you, and you greeted him when he came home from work each evening. You smiled as you told him about your day. You clung to him in the dead of night and welcomed his kisses. Even then, as you held him and fretted over his safety and the danger you had never considered he’d be in before…

You yourself were already so messed up by all of this, so how could you keep the same from happening to anyone else?

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl.”

Peter’s soft encouragement went straight to the pit of your stomach, adding to the heat that was already there. The water in the bathtub jostled slightly, small ripples in the water from your movements. Peter’s hands were pressed firmly into your waist, and you could feel his gaze on you.

“So good,” he whispered, leaning up and brushing his lips against yours.

You felt so…full, much fuller than you did when Peter was covering your frame with his own, pressing you into the mattress and pushing his cock into you with a pace that had your breath shortening. Now, you were the one on top of him, lifting and lowering yourself, sliding up and down on his cock with every movement.

A simple bath had turned into something more when Peter’s hand dipped between your legs, a noise of mischief escaping his lips as you’d tried to shy away. He’d been smooth in sliding you back onto him, a hand resting on your back before he’d expressed his desire to see your face.

Peter pressed kisses along the expanse of your throat, tasting you with them and his tongue. Your bare chest brushed against his own with every rise and fall of your hips, your hands pressed into his shoulders to steady yourself. Sex wasn’t new to you, but you’d always thought of it as a chore more often than not. You’d thought it was just one of those things that wasn’t for you.

Peter’s presence proved that the fault lay with bad boyfriends.

Granted, it’s not like Peter gave you the choice to refuse sex, therefore forcing you to engage in something you’d always thought of as meh. He didn’t even allow you to disassociate as you had in the past, forcing you to be present and engaging and taking pleasure that you weren’t all that familiar with. You both hated and loved it.

Peter moaned into your mouth as he kissed you, a wet hand massaging into your back, and you kissed him back, hot and wanton and just as hungry for your climax as he was his. Every time you sank down onto him, your walls stretched, and with Peter’s hand on your hip, rolling it over his, you had to pull away and gasp.

The first time you came around him, you were in the tub, but you were in the bed when you stiffened around him for the second time. Peter talked you through it, whispering sweet nothings to you as explosions burst behind your eyes, one hand twisted with yours and the other tracing patterns into your thigh.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured into your neck, his chest pressed to your back as you lay beneath him. “We both have to wake up pretty early, though.”

He sounded sad as he said that, pulling away from you. You were still catching your breath when you turned to face him, eyes fluttering closed as he reached out to brush his fingers over your face. You were tired, but you still found the strength to stare back at him. Peter was pretty, you’d noted before, but it was something you hadn’t wanted to linger on then.

Your eyes drooped a bit as his hand danced towards yours, taking it and playing with your fingers. It was moments like this that made it so easy to pretend. It was dark outside, and in the room, the only light coming from the glow of the moon outside. The rest of the house was quiet, and the only sounds in the room were that of your labored breathing.

It was moments like this that made it easy to pretend as if Peter hadn’t kidnapped you, as if his brothers hadn’t killed your friends. It was easy to pretend like you were the only ones in this whole house, just basking in each other’s presence and the afterglow of taking pleasure in each other’s bodies under the cover of darkness.

Like a normal man with a normal job simply coming home from work and making love to his normal wife.

Peter’s fingers touched your ring, and you were brought back to reality.

“Not every couple has done it…but some of the others have…had ceremonies…”

Your brows rose at that, and Peter’s gaze remained on the thorned ring around your finger.

“I would really like it if we had one too,” he murmured. “I… I want to declare my love and vows to you in front of the whole family…and have you do the same to me.”

You didn’t know how to feel about that, and so you merely frowned. Your eyes met Peter’s when he finally glanced up, and his tongue darted between his lips.

“…because I do, you know.”

When you didn’t respond, your confusion must’ve been evident to him because he continued.

“I do love you.”

That word made you feel faint, and you quickly sat up. Peter followed, a hand on the back of your neck and the other still playing with your hand.

“I do,” he reiterated, making it hard to swallow. “You’re so open about what’s on your mind, and you’re never afraid to ask me anything you want.”

You hesitantly looked at him, pulling your gaze away from the sheets.

“…and now that you’ve finally settled here, I can see how caring you are. I see how worried you get when you think Jane is straining herself or when you think Margaret might be too tired on her feet. I saw it when you were more worried about your mom than…”

He trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish it. Maybe it was silly at the time to worry more about your free mom than your captive self, but you couldn’t help it.

“I knew I chose right, but it’s something entirely different to have it confirmed every single day,” Peter whispered, taking his hand and resting it under your chin. “…and you may not love me yet, but that’s okay because I know you will…just like I love you.”

Peter’s words were so…heavy. You found it hard to believe that he loved you, but then again, Peter had nothing but all the time in the world to observe you and watch you and take note of every flaw and quirk. Who were you to tell him what he felt? No man had ever told you that before, and there were layers to the fact that the first one who did was the same who’d stolen you away.

Something stirred in your chest at that.

“I want to make every promise in the world to you, and I want to do it in front of our family.”

Our family.

That was so strange to hear, but wasn’t it the truth? You had long accepted that you were never leaving, and despite what you personally wanted, this was your family, now…weren’t they?

“You don’t have to give me an answer, now,” Peter assured you, laying back down, fingers grazing over your lower back. “…but you know what I want.”

Yes, but what did you want?

You cared about Peter more than you wanted to admit. The thought of losing him in any way made your chest ache, but that wasn’t love. You knew what it really was, but your heart couldn’t decipher real feelings from ones brought on by circumstances and a means to cope. Your heart only knew that Peter was now in it, and his fingers on your skin and his devotional words made you feel things that you were ashamed of.

He pulled you back down to lie with him, resting your head on his arm as you clung to it. You looked up at him as sleep fought to claim him, his own lashes fluttering as he stifled a yawn. You were going to be with Peter forever, that was indubitable, and declaring that in front of the whole household wasn’t going to make it any more true than it already was.

You tilted your head back down, pressing your face into the arm of the man who loved you.

You had just got done taking the dish out of the oven when a familiar voice outside drew your attention. Peter’s laugh was loud, and you hurried to set the heavy pie and get your gloves off. He had been gone when you woke up, and Sam had told you that he’d had to go in early with Steve. You thought that meant he’d be home earlier, but no. This was one of those rare days where he was gone almost the whole day, and you’d been so anxious.

“Slow down, Y/N,” Christine called as you dashed out of the kitchen.

No other effort was made to stop you, and you practically tripped over your feet as you hurried down the hall. If Peter was having some important conversation with Steve and Tony, he put it on the back burner in favor of catching you as you flew into his arms.

“Woah, hey,” he chuckled, arm tight around you as he held you to him.

“I haven’t seen you all day,” you murmured. “You were gone when I woke up.”

You pulled away just a tad, hand twisting into Peter’s dark uniform as he gave you an apologetic smile.

“I know,” he sadly said. “This one screwed up some paperwork with a guy we arrested, and we had to go in pretty early.”

He jerked his head towards Steve as he said this, and you’d forgotten about the blonde’s presence entirely. Tony too. You barely spared them both a glance, only acknowledging them as evenly and respectfully as possible without putting in too much effort. You were already turning back to Peter when they returned the acknowledgement.

“Jane told me your favorite food,” you told him, pulling and forcing him to come with you.

He threw Steve and Tony a backwards glance as he waved them off, signaling that they’d continue whatever they were talking about later.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I made a cherry pie,” your tone was hopeful, nervous, and Peter’s gaze lit up.

“Really…?” he wondered as he stopped, more excited, now. “All by yourself?”

You nodded.

“It hasn’t been tasted yet, so I hope you like it,” you worriedly said.

The other man softly chuckled, and you briefly glanced up as Natasha walked by.

“I bet it’s perfect,” Peter assured you, kissing your cheek. “…and even if it isn’t, I’ll love it anyway. You made it, after all.”

You weren’t able to linger on his words like you wanted to, worriedly gazing at the redhead’s back.

You’d been worried for her ever since that day she’d told you she thought she was pregnant. She hadn’t brought it up since, and neither had you, too afraid of being overheard by the wrong person. You didn’t know if she was or wasn’t, and if she was, and Bucky knew, the whole house would definitely know by now. Thor had made a whole day of it when he found out Jane was pregnant, and considering what Natasha had told you about all of their efforts, you doubted that Bucky would be any different.

However, there was no word of it, and while Natasha didn’t seem as mopey as she had been, she was still…off. Quieter. She smiled more, now, especially at Bucky, and you’d found yourself wondering if she’d made peace with what he did to your friends so quickly. It seemed…unlikely but considering that she was in the same boat as you, with no chances of leaving, it’s possible she wanted to make peace with it for her own sake.

You wouldn’t fault her if she did.

None of this was easy, and especially so considering her own history with Bucky, so you felt no anger or disgust when their intertwined hands rested on the table between them. You didn’t blame her for the smiles she threw his way, or the soft kisses on her cheek that she didn’t turn away from. After all, you yourself had cut the first piece of pie for Peter, anxious to see how the brunette liked it.

“It’s great,” he hummed.

You’d been skeptical, still unsure of your own cooking skills, but Peter had assured you that he wasn’t placating you. He’d even fed you a piece, and you’d been shocked at just how good it really was. You and Peter had mostly been in your own world throughout dinner. After all, you hadn’t seen him all day, something that only strengthened your animosity towards Steve, and you felt like you had so much to tell him.

So, when dinner was over—and Natasha and Laura were cleaning up—you were disappointed as Peter stood too. The other men were heading towards the den to talk about work and the household as they did every evening after dinner. Peter’s hand was on your lower back as he walked you towards the stairs, and you knew your hesitation was evident.

“You’ve been gone all day,” you whispered, almost afraid to voice your desire to have him come upstairs with you. “…and who knows how long that will take. I don’t want to be asleep when you finally come up to bed.”

Peter tilted his head at you, studying you in a way you couldn’t place. His other hand reached for yours, fingers threading through your own, and you watched his tongue dart between his lips. There was a furrow between his brows, like he was thinking deeply about something before he glanced over his shoulder.

“Do you want to sit with me?”

You hadn’t expected that.

You didn’t quite catch what he meant at first, and then it was your turn to frown. You blinked at him, confusion and apprehension filling you.

“I can…?”

You couldn’t swallow down the small relief you were starting to feel. It would be different—unfamiliar—but at least you’d be with Peter instead of alone in your bedroom.

“Am I allowed to?” you wondered. “I didn’t think any of us could.”

Peter gave you an encouraging smile.

“It’s not common,” he honestly answered, pulling you along. “…but sometimes little Sarah can only be quieted by Steve so Margaret will bring her, or now, with Jane being pregnant and hormonal, she gets her way if she wants to rest in Thor’s lap.”

He chuckled at that.

You’d cleaned the den a few times. It was a large room with no windows, only brightened by the low light of lamps. The furniture was all dark wood and leather, and it had a bar that you’d never been tempted to use. You’d always been able to imagine the men sitting around and discussing police paperwork and what household business needed to take priority over others.

As Peter led you into the room, you realized you’d be witnessing it tonight.

“Peter…”

Steve’s stern drawl of his name reached your ears, half warning, half question.

“She’ll be good,” Peter lightly promised.

There were just enough seats for the men, and you realized why Peter had mentioned Jane sitting in Thor’s lap when she got in one of her moods. You didn’t hesitate to sit by Peter’s feet, curling your legs up underneath you as he took your hand. Truthfully, you didn’t care what they had to discuss, even if it was interesting and consisted of the mention of some woman who’d broken into a house.

You just cared about being next to Peter.

As you’d guessed, you were tired, and you were right to worry that you would’ve been asleep by the time Peter joined you. At some point during the meeting, your head drooped, and you did the right thing in leaning it against the side of Peter’s leg, your cheek resting on his thigh. Your hands curled around his leg, holding onto him as you fought sleep. Your lashes fluttered, and it was easier said than done…

Especially when you felt Peter’s hand on your head.

His fingers gently pressing into your scalp was soothing, and you slowly blinked, fighting fatigue. You were pretty sure Thor was talking, now. Or was it Stephen? Either way, it didn’t help, and you shifted, tightening your arms around Peter’s leg. The feel of his hand in your hair was going to put you fast asleep…if it weren’t for the feel of an oppressing gaze.

When you glanced over, your eyes met familiar blue ones, Steve hardly paying attention to a thing Stephen was saying. His cold blue irises were focused entirely on you. For a moment, you worried that you did something wrong, and you clung to Peter even tighter, and the brunette made an inquiring humming noise. You only shook your head in response, looking away from the blond and desperately wondering why he seemed to hate you so.

It was hours later when sleep evaded you. It was strange. You’d been so exhausted downstairs that you’d passed out almost immediately when you crawled into bed. However, your body had betrayed you in the middle of the night, waking and refusing to go back. Peter’s arm was comforting around your waist when you stirred, and you’d simply laid there for a few moments, basking in the feel and sound of him before making your way to the window.

The moon was only half full, and you used the glow of it to look down at your ring.

You thought about what Peter had said, about a ceremony, and you touched the thorned metal. You had never given marriage a lot of thought before, but you had never imagined it would be in the backyard of a large and beautiful country house, decorations and everything homemade.

You had also never imagined it would be to the man who’d kidnapped you either, but…

You sighed, shifting the ring a tad and blinking. It was true that your friends would want you to be happy, and that your mom, wherever she hoped you were, hoped you were okay. In a lot of ways, you weren’t, but in some ways…you were. No one in your life would’ve wanted this for you, that was sure, but you were in a bad situation, you were never getting out of this bad situation, and so why not make some good of it?

You glanced up, eyes running over the yard briefly, and you were about to look back down at your ring…

…when you saw it.

Movement in the yard made you blink, and it was so late, you almost wrote it off as some animal. You were out in the rural Midwest, hidden away amongst the trees, and so the odd animal here and there wasn’t uncommon. Jane had left a towel on the clothesline one night and something had dragged it off by the next morning.

However, looking closer, the figure was too large to be some animal.

They were moving across the yard, slowly and carefully, as if they were trying to go undetected. There was a sinking feeling deep in your gut, and you took a step closer to the window. You could feel yourself frowning, worry coursing through you as you watched some stranger figure move about. You were just about to call for Peter when the glow of the moon glinted off of hair.

Beautiful red hair.

Your lips parted at the sight of Natasha in the yard. It was too late for anyone to be outside, let alone her, and when she looked over her shoulder, her green eyes lifted right towards your window. You could tell that she saw you, her face falling just a tad, and you both blinked at each other. It didn’t quite click at first, unable to understand why Natasha was outside so late, but then your eyes fell to her clothes, clothes that she wouldn’t be caught dead in in the house.

Bucky’s clothes.

You felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had washed over you, and you placed your hand on the window, your gaze almost pleading. You silently begged her to come back, to turn around before she was caught. You shook your head, disbelief and horror and confusion tearing through you. You shook your head at her again, glancing at your door, trying to silently convey that you’d help her come back inside and lie if need be.

Anything to keep her from being thrown in that basement again.

However, Natasha silently refused, her only response being to step away slowly and continue going. You sharply exhaled, feeling frozen, and you didn’t know what to do. She didn’t look back again as she ran across the yard, and you pressed your hand to your stomach just as a familiar voice reached your ears.

“What are you doing up?”

Peter’s voice was groggy, sleep coating his tone, and you flinched. Blinking, you looked over your shoulder, heart in the pit of your gut as he rubbed his eyes. You stared at Peter with parted lips, eyes burning with tears, but you didn’t know why. You were confused. You were scared, but why did you want to cry?

Was it because you had to tell Peter that Natasha had managed to sneak out somehow, making a break for it? That her entire demeanor this past month had been a farce, a way to be sure Bucky wouldn’t be suspicious? That the discovery of what he did to her friends had indeed been too much for her and had pushed her over the edge to bring all of them down?

Were you crying because you had to tell Peter Natasha had escaped and therefore get her into more trouble than she probably ever had been in before?

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

Peter had seen your face, now, sitting up with concern in his eyes, and you glanced over your shoulder. You could just barely make out Natasha on the other side of the pond, so close to the trees, and you exhaled.

Or were you crying because if Natasha succeeded, your time with Peter would be numbered? Peter was the reason you were here, the sole reason you were in this place, and yet, the thought of him behind bars and forever separated from you was too much to wrap your head around. The man was your sole comfort. Peter was who you clung to, the thought of being away from him enough to send you into a downward spiral.

Peter was all you had, now…

…and yet…

With all of that being true, your eyes finally met his again.

“I… I had a nightmare.”

The lie was said so softly, you almost couldn’t believe you’d said it. You watched his face fall some, scooting to the edge of the bed and reaching for you. Like an obedient lamb, you walked right into his embrace, and more tears spilled over before you could stop them. He shushed you, rubbing your back and soothing you, but you couldn’t be consoled.

The moment to stop Natasha was gone. Who knows how long it would be before Bucky discovered her absence. If Natasha was caught, you did not envy what awaited her, but if she succeeded…you did not envy what awaited the you in the future. You did not envy the version of you that would have to watch Peter be arrested and separated from you forever.

You didn’t envy the version of you that would have to learn to live without him.

You wrapped your arms around him and let Peter pull you into a kiss.

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[gravidwithlore]

A human in their early 20's, raised from birth to be a Hero, sets out on their first journey, tasked with putting together his first adventuring party. His family has high hopes for him, but he's never wanted to be a hero. Free from his families constant pressure and able to make his own choices for the first time in his life, all he wants to do is spread his legs and sleep around every city, town, and village he wanders through. He quickly begins to collect admirers and lovers across the land, as he has the time of his life being the carefree little slut he knows in his heart he was always meant to be.

Until, one day he gets kidnapped and held prisoner by the BBEG because of a new prophecy that states our young "hero" would end their evil reign. Once he meets the young man, the curve of his belly is unmistakable. The BBEG assumes the prophecy means that the child growing in his belly will grow to defeat him, and plans to keep the "hero" hostage until he gives birth, then raise the child as his own evil heir to try and prevent the prophecy coming true.

Little do they know an adventuring party made up of our slutty little "hero's" baby daddies are on their way to kick their ass and set him free.

I was gonna put this in the tags but then decided to just put it under a read more:

-The guys name is Hiro because that'd be so fucking funny bc despite his entire life revolving around becoming a true (traditional) hero, he is absolutely NOT that at all

-He's not even mad about the kidnapping, I dont think he even realizes he's been kidnapped. He's like 'oh you wanna adopt my baby? Thats cool I don't think I'm ready to be a parent yet anyway. Oh, AND I get to stay in your sick-ass mansion the entire time??? Hell yeah dude you're the best!" And the BBEG is like 'what the hell kind of mind game is this?????'

-Hiro keeps trying to seduce the BBEG bc his libido was crazy before, but with the pregnancy hormones it's off the charts. But, the BBEG thinks the seduction is a ploy to trick him into letting his guard down so he can betray them later. Despite how much his body wants to give in he always rebuffs Hiro, but its getting harder and harder to resist his advances. Hiro barely notices the BBEG white knuckling his way through yet another attempt at seduction, then shrugs and tries to seduce one of the BBEGs minions. But word spreads quickly and soon all of them are fighting every nerve in their body to resist Hiro's advances bc theyre so scared of their boss and how he might react if they found out.

-The adventuring party is on a grueling fantasy quest to save him, but Hiro is living out his Beauty and the Beast fantasy except instead of a woman who reads and a man cursed to live as a beast, its a slutty knocked up himbo and an evil murderous tyrant. The more the BBEG rebuffs his advances the more intrigued by him Hiro becomes, and the time they spend with Hiro they find themselves wanting to be a better person for the sake of this sweet horny himbo.

- They are so far off from being on the same wavelength, the BBEG is living out an epic romance novel about the hero's love and affection transforming them into something redeemable, possibly, someday, bordering on good. Meanwhile Hiro's like 'why doesn't this guy wanna fuck me? Huh, what an interesting person, I sort of wanna know more about him other than just how good they can lay that pipe, if ya know what I'm saying, although, if they're ever down I am always down to clown.' All the BBEG minions are watching the romantic tension develop and thicken, their collective blood pressure has never been so high.

-And I haven't even mentioned how gently and reverently the BBEG carasses Hiro's baby bump. The first time the baby kicks, Hiro runs to find the BBEG so he can bring their hand to feel, and the Big Bad evildoer almost bursts into tears.

- At first the plan to steal the baby and raise it as their own (to be evil of course, every true hero's worst nightmare!) was just out of desperation to avoid the prophecy, but they begin to find themselves really warming up to the idea of being a parent, of maybe even having a family. With Hiro? No, of course not what a silly little daydream, the hero never falls for the villain! How could they ever think Hiro of all people could love someone like them!

- Around this time Hiro really discovers that being pregnant? Sorta hot actually. Sorta really hot actually. He didn't plan on having kids really, but then again he hadn't known before how good being so full and round with life would feel. He knows that this kind rich guy offered to adopt his baby then go their separate ways, but they're really cool actually and nice to be around, and Hiro wants to stick around. Maybe eventually they would want some siblings for the first kid? Hiro wouldn't mind being asked to give them. He definitely wouldn't mind being asked over and over again. And if the kind man asked if he wanted to stay to help raise their kids and watch them grow up, then Hiro probably wouldn't say no. The more he thinks about it, the more he'd be likely to say yes, actually. Yes, please. Yes, please, ask him to stay! Ask him to stay forever and ever!

- Eventually they confess to each other. Hiro never seems to realize that the BBEG ever had evil intentions, even when explicitly told that was the case, but the BBEG eventually catches on to Hiro's wavelength and it makes them love the adorable idiot even more. All the minions are relieved the romantic tension is gone, but now they're stressed about the drastically increased possibility of running into Hiro and their boss fucking like rabbits no matter where they go in the giant labyrinth of a castle they work (and live) in. Nowhere is safe, but at least their boss is happy???

- Eventually the adventuring party of baby daddies shows up. Hiro is like 'oh geez, my past one night stands/exes are here, thats so awkward, oh shit what if one of them is the bio dad to this baby???' And BBEG is like 'omg, I've changed, im changing, i swear ill do better, he's free to do as he pleases and I'm in love with him, I guess the prophecy came true bc I fell head over heels for him, and all my evil plans are ruined bc all i want is to make him happy, I'm a new person on a new path, please don't fight me, I swear it's true!' And the party is exhausted and worn down and just so very confused (they also may not have known Hiro was even pregnant and that they're all potential fathers, they just all cared about Hiro's safety).

-Cue a shaky truce between the now morally gray BBEG and the rest of the world, while Hiro is living his own happily ever after with his hot rich bf who keeps him (and his kids) well taken care of and as knocked up as he could ever want.

#mpreg #my ramblings

[macsimagines]

Vampire!Mikey? In general, how do you think he’d be? Would he act different? Also, Happy Spooky season! 🎃🧡

OK so for this one it was a little harder but I think I came up with a good idea for a vampire Mikey i hope you all love it. Its kind of a weird take on Darling too, i left it open ended on whether or not Mikey is crazy or if reincarnation is real so i hope its not too confusing.

TW:YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, MURDER, SUICIDE MENTION

Yandere!Vampire Manjiro Sano (AKA Mikey)

Mikey is an old vampire. At least a few hundred years, with his own coven that has its dirty fangs in every aspect of the Japanese underworld. He rules over it from the shadows with a bloodied fist. Only a select few of his most loyal and trusted men have actually seen him in person.

But before all of that, before he was the feared head Vampire of the Toman Coven, he was just Manjiro Sano a young and rebellious boy getting into trouble in the Edo period.

Back then he was known for being a very impressive martial artist and in his small village he had built a bit of a name for himself.

He was prideful and arrogant and one day he picked a fight with the wrong person. An ancient Vampire that found the young Manjiro Sano amusing and decided that instead of killing him for his arrogance would turn him and see where it went.

And at first he was distraught by loosing his humanity, then quickly elated at his new found power, he loved his new strength and speed.

"I could take over all of Japan like this!" he had decided quickly that would be his goal and a young Manjiro wanted to share his ambitions with his Fiancé... Another young woman in the same village that had been promised to him when they were just children.

He didn't know about the thirst. Didn't account for what it could do to his mind when he first saw her flushed skin, could hear her heart beating. Manjiro hadn't even realized what he'd done until he was done drinking her mangled corpse dry.

After that he forgot all about his ambitions and abandoned his dream of taking over Tokyo because after killing his first love nothing else mattered. He just wandered throughout Japan, slaughtering anyone who crossed him, managing to gain a small but very powerful following of other vampires.

Then he found her again. Its been at least half a decade but he knows his true love when he sees her, clearly she had been reborn, and he wouldn't let her go.

He kidnaps her, tells her about the past, their past, how he was so sorry for all his mistakes, for killing her on accident and how he'll do better this time.

But she screams and cries, swears that he's confused her for someone else, that there's no way she's his reincarnated love but Manjiro persists that he knows its her and eventually she'll remember... She has too..

But five years go by and Manjiro is loosing his paitence... She should've remembered by now, at least something... She doesn't even love him like she used, just stares in fear of him like he's a monster. He figured she would have been used to all the blood shed by now.

He isn't a patient man, one day he looses his temper and looses his love all over again to his monstrous hunger. Devastated he becomes even more blood thirsty, and once again his dark empire grows.

Then another few decades go by and he finds her. Again. This time he's sure will be different. He'll be kinder with her this round, she'll fall in love with him in her own time and then they'll be together forever.

The cycle repeats like that. His love dies one way or the other. By his own hand, one of his enemies, or even by her own hand when she can't take it anymore. And for centuries it has become the norm.

You die and he waits. Its been a few decades now. Your last life was particularly bloody. It was war times sweet heart, and you wouldn't listen to him when he tried to protect you. It's not his fault you ended up in bloody pieces.

Somewhere down the line he stopped being Manjiro and had become Mikey. Some think he's a myth created in the underworld, others know better…

Today he sees you again, serving coffee to some nobody, and his eyes meet yours. He smiles and you smile back. He thinks this life will be a fun one.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano

[everlasting-rainfall]

Hear me out

Animal shifter au but in a jurassic park setting with the beast pirates

Okay so I’m gonna admit that I have actually never seen the Jurassic Park movies like I think I tried once when I was a kid but I was way too scared of them to ever keep watching it and I’ve just never gone back

But I do know the basic premise like nature park tries to revive dinosaurs and things go horribly wrong, yeah?

Also fun fact! In some scenarios, animal shifters were supposed to be the dominant species of earth but they kind of went into hiding and became a lost myth after humans came around and started doing some crazy shit

Typically animal shifters are just waiting for the exact right moment to strike back against the humans and take the earth back as lord knows that they’ll treat it better…

Anywho let’s get into it! Also my sincerest of apologies if this isn’t as good as you hope it would be!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced (?) Pregnancy, Stockholm Syndrome, Unsafe Work Environments, Apocalyptic Scenario, Implied Murder, Violence

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So imagine the visual that you’re some kind of person who has managed to land a job at one of the most dangerous but exciting sort of zoos in the world as they’ve managed to bring back the dinosaurs

The job listing states that they need someone to clean things and maybe occasionally play a role in the totally safe dinosaur shows that they put on for entertainment and also occasionally for educating people as well

You were probably reluctant but hey, you need the money and this job pays some good money so what’s the harm in just taking the job for the summer is what you tried to tell yourself at least

First few days go well as you’re mostly just cleaning up around some specific animal areas, you learn some pretty cool stuff about the dinosaurs and even find out that they have some things that were thought to be myths like a giant blue dragon

You even start to like the look of some of the dinosaurs too even if a lot of them just look generally pissed off a lot of the time like you didn’t know it was possible for a triceratops to look both somehow absolutely wasted and angry at his surroundings at the same time

Eventually though after your first week, you’re asked to do an animal show with some of the dinosaurs and this can only go so well is what you think to yourself especially as you’re dressed up in a cave woman’s costume for the show

Basically the dinosaur will be let into the area and it’s your job to get it to move about to do different things for the commentator to tell the audience about like you don’t even realize that you’re being stalked at one point and the commentator is like “Oh! And the great Sabertooth Cat is also an excellent hunter!”

You were told later that the commentator was trying to warn you without scaring any of the guests and causing a commotion…

The shows always got your heart pumping on max speed as these creatures were terrifying like the dinosaur known as Ulti once tried to crack your skull open when she thought that you were getting too close to her brother for her liking

It was just for the summer though and the park would pay you generous bonuses for anytime that you did one of these shows and got hurt, probably to prevent a lawsuit but regardless…

As time progressed though, you found that the animal shows were becoming easier like Who’s Who the Sabertooth Tiger wouldn’t even try to hunt you during shows with you anymore and King was even pretty chill with you as well like he wouldn’t even bat an eye when you stretched out one of his wings to show the audience just how big his wingspan was

You had even done a show with Kaido the Blue Dragon that they had and although you were writing down your will on some stationary in the dressing room before you were set to head out and you headed out into the area and let the commentator introduce you as the brave cavewoman who knew all about dinosaurs

Part of you was just waiting for Kaido to be released into the area so you could be ripped to shreds already as you had heard horror stories about how dangerous that thing was but when the commentator introduced your guest for the day and released the blue dragon

Oddly enough, he didn’t kill you right away like he stared at you for a good while but he didn’t try to burn you alive with his fire breath or even snap his jaws shut on you like the worst thing that he did was growl at you

The commentator instructed you on what to do like “For most people, dragons are simply a legend but they were oh so very real! They even had bigger teeth than any known dinosaur species! How about you show the audience those teeth, brave cavewoman?” and you would have to lift one of his lips in order to show the audience

Your fear was probably obvious to Kaido as you did your thing as he simply just rested his head on the ground to convey that he was bored, it was weirdly like he was trying to reassure you that he wouldn’t kill you almost

Eventually the show ended and you were able to head back into the dressing room and get changed, you took a long deep breath and just laid on the floor for a while to let the adrenaline wear off. Some of your co-workers probably thought that you were dead in all honesty

Luckily as the months pass by, the dinosaurs and even the dragon get closer with you causing the animal shows to go as smooth as they possibly can like the Mammoth known as Jack straight up lifts you up with his trunk at one point during a show and lets you slide down it onto his back. It was like something straight out of a movie but the audience loved it

As for your job where you clean things? That’s the least stressful part of your job and honestly what you far more prefer to be doing as it just entails going around the park and emptying trash cans along with picking up any litter that you might find

Occasionally acting as a guide as well for lost park goers, this part of your job takes you all around the park to almost all of the enclosures. Some of the dinosaurs don’t pay you any mind while the ones that you’ve done shows with typically come up the viewing windows and follow alongside you until you’re out of sight almost like they’re trying to greet you

The only downsides to this part of the job is that when the bathrooms are filthy then it’s your job to clean it up and the occasional rude customer whose complaining for no good reason but that isn’t too bad as you typically wind up never seeing those guests again if it happened outside one of the enclosures oddly enough

It’s towards the end of the summer that something incredibly weird happens though as you are being brought in to do another show as the brave cavewoman but they want you to work with a dinosaur that you’ve had no prior experience with. Can’t be too bad, right? Especially as they say they’ll even let you bring Sasaki in to feel safer as it’s another triceratops!

This dinosaur acts far more like how you would expect a typical dinosaur to act, it’s much more aggressive with you and you find yourself having to dive out of the way more than once to avoid being speared on its horns as the commentator tries to act natural

Sasaki is somewhat being helpful as he is jerking his head at it like he’s trying to command it to calm down but it’s after one of its horns catches you and injuries you, Sasaki is pissed and a fight breaks out between the two triceratops

Chaos ensues and you find yourself in the middle of a dinosaur fight as Sasaki tries to protect you and this other triceratops is just hellbent on hurting you. The guards can’t rush in as that would cause serious panic and that’s the last thing they need but the commentator is clearly worried about your safety

After what feels like hours, you’re saved from the terrifying show and both triceratops are contained to safely be put back in an enclosure. You get your injury all patched up and the park runners agree to take you off dinosaur shows completely but that wasn’t what was weird

What was weird is that the triceratops who hurt you proceeded to completely disappear from it’s enclosure in the middle of the night… It was there before everyone went home and now it was all gone…

The park of course tried looking for it but they could never find it and there were absolutely no signs of escape or footage of any escape on any of the security cameras… It simply vanished without a trace…

Your last bit of time spent at the park was as a cleaner but after the experience at your last dinosaur show, the dinosaurs and dragon that you typically worked with seemed more protective of you now like if you were cleaning around Who’s Who’s enclosure then he would simply chill out where he could see you and if anyone blocked his vision then he would get up to move then chill out again

Ulti even head butted the protective glass once when she saw someone run into you and nearly knock you over, she looked absolutely pissed too like if you could understand what she was saying then you were pretty sure that she would have been cussing out the park goer

However as nice as this job was, everything has to come to an end eventually as your last day working at the park soon arrived and you were given your last bit of pay before you started working for the day

You said goodbye to all of your co-workers as you passed them by but you also went around and said goodbye to all of the dinosaurs as you felt it was polite, a lot of them almost looked shocked and disappointed that you were leaving with King himself even looking incredibly disappointed and almost angry to hear that

Once your shift had ended, your boss had asked you if you could stay just a little bit longer as someone had made an absolute mess of one area of the park and he would gladly pay you extra if you stayed to clean it up

You said yes before seeing it and instantly regretted it as you were there for the rest of the day just sweeping up trash and cleaning all sorts of things that had been spilled

By the time that you were finally done, it was closing time and all of your co-workers went home so you started to head to tell your boss that it was safe to lock up for the night now as you were finished and heading home

He nodded his head saying that he had some things to take care of so he would still be here for a bit and you started leaving, you were honestly going to miss working here but it wasn’t so bad as now you wouldn’t have to worry about heading home

Just as the exit was coming into view though, you saw something out of the corner of your eye and looked over to find that there was a person in the park. Assuming it was an intruder, you tried to scare them off which proved to be a horrible decision

As soon as you had spoke, they looked at you and rushed you. The next thing that you knew, you were unconscious. You expected to wake up somewhere horrible and indeed you did as you woke up inside of what was clearly one of the dinosaurs enclosures

Your heart sank…

You tried to stand up and hoped to find a way out before whoever was in this enclosure found you and decided you were desert, your legs were wobbly with fear but you did your best to walk slowly and hopefully not draw any attention to yourself

You soon found the edge of the exhibit and followed it until you found a door that you could hopefully escape through but before you could even find out if it was locked or not, spider silk suddenly stuck onto you and you found yourself being dragged off into the darkness

It occurred to you that you were in Black Maria’s enclosure who was a prehistoric spider and you knew that death was likely coming soon as you felt yourself be dragged deeper and deeper into the enclosure by the spider silk until you started being lifted

Here it comes is what you though and you felt your body being wrapped up in spider silk except for your head, you were dangled from a tree branch and expected to feel teeth on your head only for nothing to happen other than a chuckle and a command for you to open your eyes

You briefly cracked them open and found yourself face to face with a giant blonde lady whose lower half was a spider… She smiled at you when she saw you and commented on finally being able to see those eyes that she loved so much at night too

Part of you tried to sputter out a question only for your mouth to get covered in webs, she told you to save your questions for when the others got here and they would surely be here soon now that all the humans were gone

Eventually one by one, they all appeared in the enclosure with some of them being normal human size while others were much bigger. They stared at you like you were a piece of meat hanging inside of the window of a butcher shop and you couldn’t stop the fear that came from it

When the woman removed the webbing from your mouth and the man with the horns told you to ask any questions that you have. The first thing out of your mouth was “Who are you?!”

You would have followed it up with an “And what do you want from me?!” but they spoke as soon as you were finished, some of them looked almost offended that you didn’t recognize them and asked if you truly didn’t

You confirmed that they didn’t so they introduced themselves, they told you that they were the dinosaurs that you had been working with for so long while at the park… And when you tried to point out that they couldn’t be that, they suddenly all transformed right before your eyes…

The shock was so immense that sticking a fork in an electrical socket couldn’t compare, you were told what animal shifters were and told that there were animal shifters wandering around even today. It wasn’t just them and a lot of animal shifters typically seek out a human to entertain themselves with

And what do you know? You were perfect and they weren’t going to let you go…

“…Please don’t hurt me…”

“Don’t worry about that… Hurt is the last thing that you’ll feel with us if you’re good…”

And that’s how a new life begins for you as you wind up wrapped completely in spider silk during the day and hung from one of the trees upsidown almost like you’re in a cocoon but come nighttime…

Black Maria takes you down as soon as all of the humans leave the park and the fun begins as the dinosaurs that you once did shows with made you into the main attraction as they would typically fuck you senseless while the others watched

You never quite became an animal shifter like them but after so many days and nights of the same thing, you oddly began to get used to it as the dinosaurs would use your body and entertain themselves with you just about every night after fulfilling your needs

It was starting to become weirdly enjoyable and you looked forward to seeing which dinosaur would be taking you next… It didn’t even occur to you that this could be Stockholm syndrome…

And when the day came that the dinosaurs told you that you wouldn’t have to be in your web cocoon soon anymore as the animal shifters were soon going to take back the world from the humans, you didn’t care

Not in the slightest bit

Not even when they left you hanging in the web cocoon for safe keeping with a promise to come back as you knew that they would…

The humans didn’t stand a single chance after all and soon the world would once again belong to the animal shifters just like they had told you it used to…

So you remained hanging in your web cocoon from one of Black Maria’s trees in her enclosure… Calm, relaxed, and with all of your needs met…

What could possibly make this better? Oh you knew cause what made this all the more better was your stomach

A stomach full of dinosaur eggs…

#minors dni #the rain talks back #yandere one piece #yandere male #yandere female #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #Yandere Kaido #Yandere Who’s Who #Yandere Sasaki #Yandere Ulti #Yandere Page One #Yandere Beast Pirates #Skin into Fur AU #animal shifter au

[natsarrownecklacx]

Taken Pt. Four.

Natasha Romanoff x reader. The Avengers x Reader.

Summary- The avengers are your family and you love your family. The only problem is when you join a family their enemies become yours.

Warnings- Kidnapping, slight allusion to torture, Tony not in his finest hour (Yes that is a warning because I love him.)

Word count- 1758

Italics = thoughts.

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Hearing the way the man in front of you refers to your girlfriend makes you laugh. A cold laugh, filled with rage. 

His Natalia. How could she ever be his anything? She’s too good for that. Always has been and always will be. 

“Do you find me amusing, little girl?” Dreykov questions, displeasure at not being taken seriously clear in his voice. He’s too used to spending time in the company of people who work for him or defenseless children who fear him too much to talk back, and it shows. 

He really does believe he is superior to you doesn’t he. Calling you “little girl.” He wishes, you think to yourself, maybe then you’d sit here quietly in fear of him, further boosting his ego. Not now though, not with him talking about your love as if she were “his” in any way.

Anger and defiance flud through you as you answer, without thinking. “Amusing? No. Dim? Yes, incredibly.” You taunt, your laughter filling the room once again as you see the way his face contorts at your words. He looks as though he cannot believe he is being spoken to this way. It must not happen often enough, you think to yourself. 

“Care to explain, Pet.” He grits out, saying the last word with more bite than the rest. Slowly, as if he is in no rush, as though he could simply bend time to his will, he gets up from his seat to tower over you. Or at least he tries. His small, tubby body doing nothing to intimidate you. 

He wants to remind you of your position here. You're his prisoner. He’s in charge.

Somewhere in the back of your mind alarm bells sound. Mouthing off right now isn’t worth the more then likely punishment later. Only right now you can’t find it in you to care. The rage clouding your brain is pushing those sirens screaming “danger” to the back of your mind. This little shit, this pathetic excuse for a man, who has caused so much pain in the world, has just called YOUR girlfriend, YOUR Natasha, HIS. 

Maybe it’s just the pregnancy hormones, hell it’s definitely the hormones. Even so, he referred to Natasha, the woman who he caused so much pain and suffering, as “his.” That is simply not okay. His words are filling you with so much rage. Rage that, in this moment, you can not see past. 

“Oh, I’d love to.” You answer, sarcasm dripping from your words. 

“See, your poor, little, dumb self just referred to MY girlfriend as “your Natalia.” She was never yours. She wasn’t back then and she isn’t now. She was, and remains to be, too good to even share the same air as someone as disgusting as you. She isn’t your anything, other than the person who’s going to kick your ass when she finds me. And she will find me, trust me on that.”

He smiles. He actually smiles at you. A genuine smile. That alone has the alarm bells coming to the forefront of your mind. Oh shit. You think, as your mind clears from the cloud of rage brought upon you. What happened to behaving to keep you both safe huh? 

At first you think your little outburst will get you into trouble. Dreykov does not seem like the type to take kindly to someone telling him off, much less someone who he thought would be a scared little girl cowering before him. Oh how wrong he was about that. The one and only reason you are behaving at all is because of your baby. If not for the fact that acting out would bring harm to not only you but your unborn child, you would have lunged at this stuck up ass the second you realized who he was. 

Dreykov sighs to himself as he sits back in his chair. He looks as though he finds amusement in your words. 

“I can see why Natalia chose you.” He comments, tilting his head to the side slightly, as if analyzing you. Scanning you from head to toe as a butcher would a piece of meat. “You have fire in you, don’t you, little one.” 

Then a look flashes in his eyes, one you do not like. It’s a look of realization, then a smug look, like he’s proud of himself for whatever he’s got himself planning in that sick head of his. 

“Interesting.” He mumbles to himself, before getting up. “And possibly useful.” He adds before moving toward the door and turning off the light. 

As he is about to leave the room, with you left locked inside, you call out to him.

“Wait! You're just going to leave me here, tied down, in the dark?” You ask, trying to hide how you hate the idea but failing as fear creeps in your voice. Noticing this Dreykov smiles, answering. “Think of it as your punishment for talking back, little one. Given the circumstances I think it’s a very generous one.” Just as he is about to close the door fully he adds. “Make no mistake y/n, next time you act as though you have nothing to fear from me I will prove to you just how wrong you are.” 

That’s it. After his final parting words Dreykov leaves. You hear as he slots a key into the door and locks it on the outside. Leaving you alone, trapped, in the dark room with nothing but your thoughts. As the darkness surrounds you, you let silent tears slip past your eyes. “Please come soon, Nat.” You whisper into the room, voice trembling from the tears you halfheartedly try to hold back. “I’m scared.” 

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“What’s the ETA for y/n’s location?” Tony asks, for what must be the tenth time since they’ve taken off. His leg bounces as he waits for Natasha or Clint to answer his question. 

Too preoccupied with co-piloting the jet, Clint does not hear Tony’s question, much to his co-pilotes annoyance. Sighing, Natasha answers the billionaire, “One hour and twenty minutes, Tony. Five minutes less than the last time you asked me.” 

Scoffing, Tony fires back, “There's no need to sass me, Romanoff. I was just asking you a question.” He grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest as a child would when being told they cannot have candy before dinner. 

Gripping her hands on the jet's control Natasha tries to ignore the man and his comment. Just another hour and twenty, then I’ll have y/n back in my arms and Tony will back off, Natasha thinks to herself. You can do this Romanoff. 

Taking a deep breath Natasha holds it for five seconds before blowing it out. She repeats this five times over until she feels the tension leave her shoulders, just like you taught her to do whenever she gets frustrated or overwhelmed. Even when you're not here you're still helping her. She smiles as that though flows through her.

Even when you're not here, Natasha slumps as the words echo in her mind. Noticing this, Clint puts the jet's controls to fly on autopilot, asking J.A.R.V.I.S to keep an eye on the jets course and inform the team of any updates when asked to do so. 

Wordlessly Clint gets up from his seat beside Natasha, takes her arm and pulls her along to a private room in the back of the jet. The redhead follows along silently, ignoring the questioning and accusatory glances from both Tony and Bruce. 

Just as she reaches the door to the room Natasha hears a whisper from behind her. “Romanoff better not be shaking up with Clint behind y/n’s back.” Tony. Rage shoots through her again. How could he think so low of her? How dare he suggest she would ever do that to you. 

Clint opens the door to the small but comfortably sized room and Natasha walks inside, keeping her back turned to her friend. Once the archer steps inside, locking the door behind him, he addresses his friend. “Go on.” He prompts. “It’s just us. Let it out. I know you want to.” 

Turning slowly to her friend Natasha takes a deep breath before launching into her, much needed, rant. “God, that man is so frustrating.” She breathes out. “I can’t even go five minutes without him taking a jab at me in some way or another.” Natasha says, exacerbated.

“I know he’s stressed. I know he’s scared, I know that. I also know that he has every right to be upset with me, but jesus. This thing of him picking petty fights about the littlest things is grating on my last nerve and when he brings y/n into it? I could punch him.” Pacing up and down the room Natasha moves her hands around rapidly as she continues to speak. “Oh my god, I am going to punch him. If he openes his big stupid mouth one more time I’m going to punch him in the face. Especially if he brings up y/n the way he did before. He has no idea what our relationship is like, how could he. We never told him about us because we knew he would act this way. Like a child.” 

Natasha stops her pacing, taking a deep breath to repeat the same steps as earlier, bringing herself back to a reasonable level of calm.

Stand in front of her friend, her shoulders slouched in defeat as Natasha speaks again. “I know he’s y/n’s brother, her family. I know he means a lot to her and don’t get me wrong he means a lot to me too but…” Trailing off Natasha moves to sit with her friend on the small metal bed in the room. “I’m scared too Clint. Y/n means more to me then I thought any person ever could. I love her with everything I am. We’re having a baby, we’re starting a family. That’s something I thought I’d never have. Something I’d convinced myself that I could live without until she came into my life and now she’s giving it to me. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t think I can live without her now that I’ve been promised a life with her. I don’t think I want to.” 

Leaning her head on her friend's shoulder Natasha lets out a sniffle, a few tears escaping her eyes.

Silently, Clint brings his hand up to rub his friends back comfortingly, knowing that what she needs right now is for someone to listen and to just sit with her for a while until she can gather herself again. 

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A/n- Hey guys! :) Sorry this has taken so long to get to you. I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to end it as it was originally longer then this. Anyways I’m the end I decided to split it into two chapters. Hope you like it and everyone is good :)

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#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x you #avengers x pregnant!reader #natasha romanoff x pregnant!reader #Taken Part Four #tony stark x sister!reader

[melloween-candie]

Not another Cave [F]

Prompt: Yandere/Monster - #6 "cry all you want."

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"prompt list “cry all you want.” Yandere with Felix??? If not that’s totally cool, this is emmaloo21 if it’s anon!! And if you could use your other headcanons and kind of add to the cave thing, that’s be great ((unless you want a diff scenario, ur the writer))"

Submitted by @emmaloo21

Warning! kidnapping, panicking, hyperventilating, false hope, spoilers

Word Count: 1,030

[SEASON 3 SPOILERS]

Yandere Felix Headcanon

Yandere Felix + Darker Side

(I'd recommend reading these two headcanons first. In that order)

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Fandom Masterlists

/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

"Cry all you want. You are not leaving." He said that with such a stern voice. His face was so close to yours. He was so serious about it, too. Perhaps that's why it made you cry even more.

You hated it there. It was cold and wet and no matter what Felix did, nothing worked. The blankets you placed on the floor eventually got wet, and the ceiling itself dripped water... it was constant moisture, and the mold... it grew so fast. You just absolutely couldn't stand it anymore.

No matter how many times you begged. How many times you tried to convince him. He'd always say the same thing- "Cry all you want. You are not leaving."

But this time... it was different.

***You're Pov***

You just sat there waiting for Felix to arrive like always. Then finally he arrived.

You stood up feeling somewhat delighted... man you must have been in that cave for ages to actually end up feeling happy to see Felix.

But, this time, he wasn't alone. Your eyes grew big to see the situation unfolding in front of you.

Felix appeared, but he wasn't alone... He was tied up. There was a black-haired woman who seemed to be the one who cast the bubble spell and a blonde lady.

Your heart was racing... could it be? I'm finally free?!

"So, this is the girl... that poor thing," The blonde lady muttered as she got closer to you. She told you that they all were leaving Neverland and that you could go home too.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You- leaving? It was like a dream come true. You couldn't even say anything. Your smile said everything for you.

Meanwhile, Felix just growled in the background. It was as if he was finally defeated. You didn't really know what was going on, but you were happy to leave none the less.

After all, it's only fitting. Felix never told you anything about the outside world. He never told you what day it was or how many years went by. He never told you what was happening, and even now he chooses not to utter a word to you.

He just let the ladies drag him as you happily followed along.

Short Time Skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

You stood on top of a ship. You never thought in a million years that Peter and Felix would get defeated by pirates. In the end, you were glad. Little did you know, your happiness wouldn't last long.

Once you arrived at Storybrooke, you were told that you were free to do whatever you pleased and that the blonde girl, who you now know was named Emma, said that you could stay with her at her home.

Though she seemed Suprise when her son Henry said he wanted to stay with Ragina.

Overall, you had the best time ever, and not once did you see Felix. You genuinely thought that everything was over and that you finally got your happy ending, but you were deeply wrong.

Time skip!~

It was currently midnight. Emma told you that she was going to leave to go do work stuff. You didn't really pay attention since you were half asleep by that point.

Once she was gone, you went towards the bathroom to prepare for bed. You had the door shut, so you didn't realize that some snuck in...

Quickly and quietly, you shut all the lights and made sure the doors were locked. You quickly ran towards your bedroom because being in the dark 90% of the time can make you grow very paranoid, especially when you were kidnapped and abused for so long that you lose track of all time. It was clear why you'd be afraid of the dark.

Soon enough, you fell asleep... at least for a little while.

You woke up to a sound coming from your closet. This scared you very much. The wind was howling louder than usual, and the tree branches were hitting your window making a frightening sound.

All you could do was hide under your blanket and occasionally peek at the closet.

But what really got your heart pounding was when you took another peek at the closet door... it was opened this time.

You slowly looked around the room. It was too dark to see the details, but once you made a full turn, you saw him, and before you could scream, he knocked you out.

Time Skip!~

Once you finally came... the first thing you saw was a rocky, wet ceiling. You sat up to see that you were once again in a cave. It was different, bigger, and less wet, but still horrible.

You felt your heart start to panic once again. Realizing that everything was about to repeat itself. You turned around to be surprised... it wasn't a black, rocky wall behind you... It was freedom.

You looked around. He was nowhere to be found. Slowly, your steps started to speed towards the supposed 'exit.' Only to be severely disappointed.

There appeared to be an invisible barrier keeping you from leaving the cave. You cried and cried, trying to break it. With each punch, kick, slam- it became harder for you to breathe... You started hyperventilating. Then you heard something. A twig snapped. Quickly you looked outside.

You saw a shadow- before you could even think it through you started screaming- "HELP!" Slamming the invisible barrier once again. Trying everything you could to escape.

Then suddenly, you heard something once again. This time it was coming from inside the cave...

It was footsteps. You stood still in silence, fearing the worst was about to happen.

You slowly turned around. Your mouth was slightly agape. Your face was freshly covered with dried tears, and some of your saliva was dripping down your chin, but you didn't care. You slowly turned around hoping that the person you see wasn't who you thought it was...

Sadly, luck wasn't on your side anymore as another tear slid down your cheek.

"Cry all you want, Y/n. But like I said before, You. Are. Never. Leaving. Me. Not ever again."

#once upon a time #once upon a time felix #once upon a time yandere felix #ouat yandere felix x reader #yandere felix x reader #ouat season 3 #ouat season 3 spoilers #ouat felix x reader #once upon a time fandom #once upon a time fanfiction

[badlysummedupmoviestournament]

Round 2!

If you recognize the movies hiding behind the decoy titles, please do not give identifying details about them in the notes.

Movie n°1: Sources of the Nile

After a young woman's botched mission ends in two deaths, she is violently assaulted and kidnapped by an old woman who forces her to spend time with her gang of senior citizens. They like to read, watch sports, and reminisce about the good old days. Two are welcoming and optimistic, but the other two are bitter and miserable and project all their own problems onto the young woman. Eventually she bonds with them and picks them up from an unscheduled medical appointment, totaling a car in the process.

Movie n°2: Hera's Peacock

Only survivor of his family, a guy has to travel in the middle of the apocalypse with a cat and a bunch of other animals to save them all from an incoming flood/tsunami. As time passes, he becomes convinced he's the only one left (of his kind, not of the whole living world: after all, he's got the animals with him) until he meets a woman his age. Only problem is she's a wild child: raised by animals after wandering away from civilization. He tries to make her realize she's the same as him, and not some big rodent, until they fall in love. But once they reach their destination, they learn the end of the world is not unavoidable actually, and meet a much bigger settlement of their own than they thought they'd find, and decide that they want to be together because they love each other not because they're the only two left.

#tournament poll #movies summed up badly tournament

[quinncupine]

Phone It In

Relationship: Izuku X Female Reader

Word Count: 7,195

Summary: Working late at the Agency was one thing you never minded. It gave you more time to spend with your favorite hero. Tonight was no different, but when it came time to leave, you realized you had accidentally switched phones. When a dangerous situation forces itself on you, who knew that would be the very thing that might save you?

Warnings: kidnapping, gun violence, drowning, injuries

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I suppose we should call it a night." Izuku leaned back in his chair unable to contain that small grin as you tried to stifle a yawn for the third time in less than a minute. "We made good headway today. I think we'll be ready to organize a raid by tomorrow."

"I can keep going." You spoke through the yawn. "I'm good, really."

"Now you're starting to sound like me." He chuckled. "But we can't do much else until I get in contact with the police chief and he won't be in until the morning. Besides you need your rest."

"I suppose I could say the same thing for you. I think we're wearing matching eyebags." You dropped the stack of files you had been absent-mindedly sorting back on the desk and rubbed your eyes. "Who knew there could be this much paperwork involved before we even make an arrest."

"This case is a bit more difficult with this certain crime family involved. They have a lot of connections that we need to be wary of. Everything has to be perfect. But with the clear-cut proof I've collected," he glanced at the safe beside his desk. "We can finally take them down and the drug they're producing with it."

He set his own pile down next to yours and looked up at you. "Thanks again for sticking around to help. I promise to make it up to you."

"It's not a problem. I like a challenge." Linking your outstretched hands you stretched them above your head. "But if I have to get sleep then you have to promise to do the same."

Izuku opened his mouth to argue but you had a point. "fair enough." He stood up and stretched his muscles that protested sitting in one position for so long. "Let's both get a good night's rest."

"That ship has sailed," you laughed glancing at the time. "But we can still get a good morning's rest."

He laughed, rubbing his neck, and gestured to the door. "I'll walk you out."

The two of you gathered the files and locked everything into the evidence safe. This case was pretty high profile involving a prominent family who Izuku had only recently discovered were engaged in a major drug ring he was trying to take down. If he shut their operations down, he could essentially take the entire ring with it. He had to be careful how he went about it and even you weren't privy to some of the finer details of the case. Still, being part of the action, even if it was pushing paperwork was pretty exhilarating.

He finished locking up the safe and turned to you with a smile. You grabbed your phone off the desk and slipped it into your purse. Once you were ready, he led you out of the office and locked the door. The main floor was empty and void of other heroes. Everyone else had left for the night and only the skeleton crew was left to run things on the floor above, monitoring the night patrol from the comms center.

"Thanks to you, I think we'll have this whole case wrapped up by the end of the week." He grinned as the two of you stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. "And that deserves a reward, don't you think?"

"It was nothing really…I'm just glad I could help." Heat rose into your cheeks so you focused on the descending numbers, hoping he couldn't see your embarrassment.

"It definitely was not nothing," Izuku turned to face you. "I don't know what I'd get done around here without you. You're the reason this agency is running so smoothly."

If he kept the praises flowing, you'd drown in the compliments and die a happy woman. With a shy smile, you glanced at him and immediately dropped your gaze to your shoes. His bright green eyes were wide with such sincerity you found it hard to look at him without shivering. He was always so intense.

"How does dinner tomorrow sound?" He asked quietly after a few beats of silence. "Uh…for a job well done that is."

"Dinner?" you perked up, finally locking eyes with him.

Did he really just ask you to dinner? He did, didn't he? Did Izuku even realize what that could mean to you? Or was this strictly a professional dinner?

Something in your expression must've given him pause and he quickly backtracked waving his hands around wildly. "Unless you don't want to or you're busy or-"

"No!" you shouted over him. "I'm not…I mean, I would like that."

"Great!" He shouted back before he cleared his throat and spoke at a more manageable level, weaving his trembling hands through his wild green locks. "I know the perfect place and it's just around the corner." The elevator doors pinged open and Izuku practically stumbled out alongside you, heading towards the parking garage.

"Wait," you stopped with a smile of your own, "are you talking about Blossoms? I love that place!"

"I know- uh I mean yeah, um I heard it's got great reviews." He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "So you wanna go then?"

"Yes!" okay, you really needed to stop shouting, but Izuku didn't seem to mind, beaming in return. "It's a da-" you clamped your mouth shut before you said the words you know would actually kill you from embarrassment alone and fumbled for another word. "A deal!"

Stepping into the parking garage, you fished through your purse for your keys. Izuku hovered a moment longer as you found the fob and unlocked your car.

"Get home safe, I'll see you tomorrow," he finally managed to unglue his feet and with a bit of an awkward wave, he took off down to the next level where his car was parked.

Biting your lip, you watched him leave, wishing you could've said something to keep him around for just a bit longer. But as he turned the corner to the next level, you sighed and slumped into your car, slapping your cheeks. The air was frigid so you sat for a moment, waiting for the car to heat up, thoughts slipping into what tomorrow might bring. Just what kind of reward dinner was he talking about? Should you go casual or fancy? Would fancy be too much? Maybe a nice sweater? Yeah, sweaters were always a safe option.

A ring startled you out of your thoughts and you searched around your purse until you pulled out your phone, confused by the unfamiliar tone. It was a message from Detective Tsukauchi, except you didn't have Tsukauchi's number...because this wasn't your phone. Staring at the background of a selfie between Izuku and All Might, it donned on you that you somehow accidentally switched phones with him. It must've been when you were cleaning up the desk. He had the same phone case as you, a joke you'd made with him on several occasions.

Hopefully, he hadn't left the parking structure yet. The phone was locked and after a second of hesitation, you guessed a password. Thinking of any relevant numbers, you inputted his birthday. When that didn't work you put in his mother's birthday. (Hey, you were his secretary, knowing these things came with the job...) but unfortunately, that wasn't it either.

Pondering on it for a few more moments you typed in a seemingly random date. You didn't know the exact significance of it but it was a day that Izuku always took off to spend with All Might. Something that had to have happened when he was in middle school. Though you were fairly certain he didn't meet the man until high school. Whatever the case, it did the trick and unlocked the phone. Now all you had to do was explain that one to Izuku.

When you dialed in your own phone number, you paused as your name came up with a little green heart attached to the end. How were you supposed to interpret that!? Was he even remotely aware of how much a simple little heart would affect your own? Finally, blinking through your mini heart attack, you called your phone and listened for a few rings before Izuku answered chuckling into the phone.

"Well one of us needs to change cases." He laughed, voice a bit tinny.

"Hey, I got mine first," you countered, still a bit flustered but unable to contain the grin that filled your face.

"Well, I can't argue with that sound logic. Are you still in the garage? I'm turning around."

"Yup. Right where you left me."

"Good. Don't go anywhere. I'll be there in a few."

Hanging up, you tried to suppress a gleeful smile and smacked your cheeks again. Izuku made you so flustered sometimes and he didn't even realize it. Heat flared across your cheeks so you took a few deep breaths to try to calm yourself down.

The phone was still in your hands, unlocked with quite a tempting urge. But you quickly locked it again and decided to stare at the lock screen to pass the time. It was a cute little candid of Izuku and his mentor who you've met dozens of times whenever he stopped by the office to see his protégé. He and All Might were on some beach boardwalk with ice cream cones looking happy and content as they threw peace signs up while Izuku's ice cream looked ready to drip right off the cone. There was something so familial about it that you couldn't help but wonder if the rumors of All Might's secret love child were actually true. Their quirks were similar enough and Izuku never likes to talk about his out-of-the-picture father but they didn't look much like each other.

A quick shake of your head dispelled the thought. It was just a rumor. Besides what would Izuku gain by hiding that fact anyway. He's way too honest about things, he makes for a terrible liar.

Too engrossed in your whirling thoughts, you didn't notice the shadow pass your window until the glass shattered over your face. You gripped the phone in shock and covered your head with a startled yelp. A heavy click echoed in your ear and you dared to lift your eyes enough to come face to face with the barrel of a gun.

"Get out. Now ." A commanding voice ordered as he stuck his gangly fingers into the car and unlocked the door.

Still in shock, you hesitated just a second too long so he flung the door open himself and ripped you out of the car with such force that you would've tumbled to your knees if not for the bruising grip the man had on your arm. The phone slipped from your fingers and cracked on the ground. A shoe stomped on it, crushing what was left of the screen, and then kicked the remains under the car.

"What do you want?" You breathed out, trying to gain your footing back.

"Found the purse." A second thug, a solid brick of a man, looming on the other side of the car pointed to said purse sitting on your passenger seat.

They were just simple purse snatchers? Why would muggers target someone right outside a hero agency? It didn't make any sense, not that criminals ever did.

The brute dumped the contents of your purse onto the passenger seat and you could only look on in distress as he rifled through them. Your wallet fell out but he simply brushed it aside and kept looking. They were looking for something in particular...but what would you have that they wanted?

"They're in the ignition, you dolt." The man holding you rolled his eyes as his partner blinked and glanced over to them.

He turned the car off and plucked the keys out, jingling them with a smug grin. "Found 'em, Briggs." When he crawled out of the car he smacked his head on the roof with a grunt and popped up rubbing the sore spot. "What should we do with the lady?"

"We bring her along." The man, Briggs, tightened his grip for emphasis. "She's still useful. Besides, we can't have any witnesses."

The brute simply nodded and shut the door, going through your keys. "Why do you have so many lady?" He complained sorting through them. "It's gonna take forever to find the right one.

A key. They wanted a key and attacking you in the parking garage, while not smart, was efficient...if they wanted in the agency. Maybe they didn't realize there were still heroes inside. Security cameras littered the building. If you could just catch their attention then-

"Help!" You hurriedly screamed twice before a sharp hand slammed you across the face and squeezed your nose shut, pulling you against his chest.

The sudden force stifled your screams and the pinched nose made it difficult to breathe with your face stuffed into an arm. You struggled in the unwanted embrace but he was a lot stronger than he looked.

"Give me the tape," Briggs growled and a moment later you were forced away from him, only for the brute to seal a piece of tape across your mouth. "Get her hands too. She's a bit too spritely for my liking."

Okay, things just went from bad to worse. Not only had you been effectively taken hostage, you ruined your chances of calling for help. But not all hope was lost. Izuku couldn't have gotten too far away before he turned around. He should only be a few minutes away. He would know what to do when he got here. All you had to do was hold out until then and try to avoid eating lead.

"Let's get inside before anyone notices anything." Briggs pushed you ahead of him. "Let's go."

You stumbled, trying to balance with your hands awkwardly bound in front of you. The tape pulled on your skin as you walked, breath growing ragged through your nose as fear clogged your throat. Your eyes kept darting around the garage as they lead you back toward the doors. No lights or any sign of him. Where was he?

When you slowed down, still trying to scan the garage, a sharp pain whacked the back of your head so hard that it brought you to your knees. A muffled cry escaped through the tape as you blinked stars out of your eyes.

"Don't get distracted girly, let's move." Briggs's voice echoed from behind you, though it sounded distant. When you glanced back at him, tears in your eyes, It took you a few moments to realize that he'd pistol-whipped you. Damn, that hurt.

"Hey, you don't need to be so rough." The brute spoke up but quickly backed down again when Briggs turned that vicious glare his way. "Just saying man…" he muttered, averting his eyes.

"What does it matter to you?" Briggs whispered. "We're just gonna dispose of her anyway."

"Yeah but she's still a lady after all." He shrugged, glancing your way. "Gotta treat 'em with respect."

Oh great. A thug with a conscious (as inverted as it was). Wait, that might actually work in your favor...if you could get him to take the tape off your mouth.

"We can respect her when she's dead." Briggs hauled you up roughly and forced you along with the gun buried in your back. "Now hurry up, we don't have much time."

He was right on that mark. If Izuku didn't get here in time then who knows what would happen to you? With one last desperate glance back at the garage, they unlocked the door and pushed you back inside.

Izuku pulled into the near-empty garage and made his way up to the level he'd left you on. Your car was still sitting in the same place and the moment he saw it a bundle of shy nerves bounced around his stomach. He was already frazzled enough that you actually agreed to go on a dat...a thank you dinner with him and his brain was struggling to handle anything else.

When he pulled closer, he realized there was no one in the driver's seat. Had you decided to stretch your legs while waiting for him? He already felt bad enough that he'd accidentally taken your phone but making you wait for him alone was weighing on him too.

Parking next to the car, he stepped out and glanced around. "Y/N?"

No answer. The garage remained as empty and as still as it had been. Did you go back inside to wait or...that's when Izuku noticed the glass shattered on the ground and the empty space where the window should've been.

He went on instant high alert as he leaned in towards the car. His shoes crunched under the bits of glass spread around the door. Your purse was sitting on the passenger seat, contents scattered haphazardly. The wallet lying on the floor didn't escape his notice either. If something did happen to you, then they weren't simple purse snatchers.

When he stepped back to examine the surroundings, he noticed a bit of green reflecting near the front tire. crouching down, he found bits of his phone scattered under the car. All the evidence was pointing in a very dangerous direction and that nagging sense of urgency spilled into his veins.

If you were taken somewhere then there was very little he could do staying here. But his agency had installed security cameras into the parking structure when he moved here. They could give him a much more useful sense of what happened.

Leaving the car behind he headed back towards the agency. The skeleton crew was on the upper floor, handling night patrols but they also were in charge of the security of the building. If anything went amiss, they were supposed to notify him. That was the only thing still keeping him calm. If anything, you're window busted and you were just waiting inside, too busy to remember the purse...though the damaged phone was a little harder to reason. But who was he kidding, nothing was ever that easy. A final cursory glance around the garage and he headed inside.

 The tape they'd so forcefully slapped against your mouth was making it quite difficult to breathe properly.  It didn't help that the tears had clogged your already puffy nose and if you didn't start to calm down then you'd be heaving through your nostrils any second.

The big brute who had taken over leading you down the hall gripped your arm just tight enough to keep you from falling as you stumbled every few feet in your dizzy state. Your head still hurt from where they'd pistol whipped you and your eyes strained to see through the tears and double vision. But you knew this place like the back of your hand and they were leading you directly to Deku's office. You had a pretty good guess as to what they wanted too.

Deku had been pouring every spare minute over that case file for weeks. It had enough evidence to take down an entire crime ring. It was also locked in a safe that not even you knew the passcode for. Not that you were going to tell them that.

"I still say we shoulda burnt the place down. Get rid of the evidence and send a message to them goody two-shoe heroes." The man gripping your arm spoke up as they reached the door.

The taller one, Briggs, must've been related to him, maybe a brother, stopped in his place and turned around to deliver a smack to the back of his head.

"And that's exactly the reason no one lets you make plans you big oaf." He whispered quite obviously vexed. "Why do you think we're sneaking in the first place? We're trying to get rid of our connection not create more. Honestly, why did we even let you out?"

"Cause I'm smart." He answered with a grin, not deterred by the nasty quip in the slightest.

"Yeah, if a rock had a brain." He muttered and glanced at the door. "We just need to get in and replace the evidence then get out. Everyone will be none the wiser until it's too late."

A deep fear spread through your belly at his words. You were already the wiser so what did that mean for you? Mr. Rock behind you had the same thought.

"What about the lady?" He shook your shoulder for emphasis. "I thought you said no witnesses. Why did we grab her again?"

"She's got the code to the safe." He finally turned to you. "There are only two people with that code. You and the no-good hero himself. Obviously, we can't ask him so I'm asking you oh-so-nicely to open it for us." The smile he spread was anything but.

You had some not-so-nice words for him too if only there wasn't tape covering your mouth. Instead, you glared at him through your blurry vision hoping you looked menacing enough.

"Glare at me all you want. I have ways to make you crack. If you want to save us all some pain then just open it."

There's no way you'd do that…even if you could. Izuku was on his way back. They didn't know that so all you had to do was hold out until then and wait until he noticed something was wrong. He would notice, right? Of course, he would. He was the greatest hero you knew.

He held your keys up and jingled them around. The tinkling echoed around the empty room and with a smug grin he unlocked the door. Inside the office was a bit brighter with the city lights of downtown shining through the windows. Underneath his desk was the safe in question. It was a two-pronged system with a thumb scanner and a key code. They had to know they wouldn't get in without his print.

"Oaf, get to work."

The big man chuckled and threw you against his brother who caught you in turn. He went over to the trash and rummaged through the can. You watched in disgust as he pulled out a disposable cup that Izuku drank from when you both had eaten dinner in here just a few hours ago.

He pulled the straw out and sniffed it. You wrinkled your nose as he licked it up and down.

"Is that enough?" His brother asked.

"Enough for this." He dropped the straw and held up his hand, the thumb shrinking just slightly and taking on a slight skin tone change.

"Now it's your turn little lady," Briggs twisted you around and pried off the tape in one quick swipe.

You gasped as your skin snapped back into place just knowing it would leave a red welt across your face. "Go screw yourself."

He lost his amused smirk and grabbed your bound hands, pulling you close. "You have five seconds to decide which finger I break first. Or you can open the safe. Be smart if you know what's good for you. "

"Getting that evidence isn't going to change anything." You said. "Your family made too many mistakes. You're about to make another serious one too if you continue with this."

He gave you a toothy grin before snapping your pointer finger. Your scream drowned out the crack and he slammed a gangly hand over your mouth to shut you up.

"One down. It looks like you have nine more chances. Shall I ask again?" He whispered, leaning in close.

Your nose flared as you tried to regulate your breathing through the throbbing pain jumping up your hand. He gripped another finger and you instinctively jerked away from him but he held fast.

This little interrogation wasn't going to last much longer as the pain only seemed to grow worse the tighter he gripped. Another finger snapped and you flinched, a muffled scream the only thing able to escape.

You shook your head and wrenched your face away. "Okay, okay! Stop, please!"

"Good girl." He let go and pushed you towards the desk. "Now open it."

You cradled your fingers against your chest as you glanced back at him, fat tears dripping onto your cheeks. The two men stared at you and with one desperate glance at the still-open office door, you found it empty. Just a little longer is all. He's coming.

"I'm waiting." He took a threatening step forward and you stumbled into the desk, your bound hands fumbling in front of you for purchase.

With no other options and no clear escape, you walked around and knelt in front of the safe. Sniffling, your good fingers found the keypad and shakily input the same code as his phone. When it beeped red, you squeezed your eyes shut. What were they going to do to you when they realized you didn't actually know the code?

Briggs narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to the desk. "Stop wasting time girl."

A shiver ran down your spine at his icy glare. You focused back on the pad, fingers hovering over the numbers. When you tried another set of numbers special to Izuku, it failed again.  You tried a few more times until you ran out of options. How on earth were you supposed to figure this out?

The gun cocked and when you looked up, the barrel was pointed straight at you. "I'm not gonna ask again. Open it."

Fear froze your core and you glanced at the pad again. You didn't know what else it could be. With no other options, you put the first set of numbers that came to your mind. Your birthday.

You typed slowly, trying to delay your demise as long as possible. When you pressed the last number, the safe beeped and the screen flashed green, much to your surprise.

There was no time to put much thought into why as Briggs pushed you aside so his brother could press his thumb against the scanner. The pad lit up green a second time and the door clicked open.

You scrambled away from them as they both crowded around it. This was your chance. You could escape while they were distracted!

Skirting around the desk, you slowly made your way to the door. The moment you reached the doorway, you broke into a sprint, accidentally smashing into the frame on the way out.

"Briggs!" The brute called out but you didn't stick around, racing down the hall as fast as you could.

The door that led into the lobby was just ahead. You were running too fast to properly slow down and skidded to a halt. Your bound hands grasped the handle but you flinched as the pain burned up your arm from your broken fingers. It was hard enough to turn with taped hands but taped broken fingers were hell.

"Come on!" You yelled at the knob, shakily grasping onto it.

"Where do you think you're going?" Two giant hands grabbed your shoulders and hauled you away from the door.

"Deku!" You screamed. "DEKU!"

The brute covered your mouth and looked at his brother. "How do you wanna get rid of her?"

"Unfortunately she lost control of her car on the way home and drowned in the river." He twirled your keys and clicked his tongue. "Terrible thing really but accidents do happen."

Wide eyes followed him as he stepped between a few of the sidekicks' desks over to a water cooler. He rapped his fingers along the top of the tank before he flipped the tap on and water poured out onto the floor. It puddled there for a minute before it pooled together and lifted into a small bubble.

You struggled in the giant's grip as Briggs walked over, the bubble of water floating beside him. Muffled cries fell on uncaring ears, powerless to break free.

"A tragedy that the world will soon forget." He said and pushed the bubble against your face.

The cold water hit your skin with a sting and you jerked away but there was no escaping it. You held your breath as panic overtook your thoughts. He was going to drown you in Deku's own agency. You were going to drown. You were going to die.

Pressure built up as little bubbles of your last breath floated from your lips. Two faces stared impassively down at you. Fear boiled through your veins along with the lack of oxygen and no matter how much you wriggled in their grasp, you couldn't break free. A last-ditch effort to scream for help sounded muffled, a barely audible version of his name but you sincerely hoped that somehow Deku would be able to hear it anyway.

Pain squeezed your head to the limit and fire burned through your lungs. Darkness tinged your vision so you squeezed your eyes shut in an effort to will it away. Blood rushed through your ears drowning out your own pitiful attempts to call for help through the water.

Briggs's satisfied smile was the last thing you'd see. Your body's strength gave out as his fading face was the last thing you saw in the darkness swimming through your mind. He didn't make it in time after all.

Izuku took the stairs two at a time as he rushed up to the third floor where the night staff operated. His shoes echoed around the stairwell before he came to the landing and burst through the door.

The bright lights hit his eyes and he blinked before scanning the area. The newest rookie sitting at a nearby desk jumped at his sudden entrance before jumping to his feet.

"Deku!" He stammered, obviously caught off guard. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd gone home?"

"Kenma," Izuku turned to him. "Where's Saza?"

"At the security desk. Why? What's happened?" He asked, confused as he sat straight.

"I don't know yet." Izuku's expression darkened as he headed for the security room.

Security for the building was spearheaded by Saza's office, his chief of security. The door was open slightly when he arrived but he still knocked before coming in.

"Saza," Izuku called, stepping into the dim office.

The man looked up from his desk. A panel of screens filled the wall beside them, showing the live feeds of nearly every corner of the building.

"Midoriya, what's brought you here?" The older man asked.

"Y/N." He explained, turning to the wall of screens, examining each one as he talked. "We left together earlier, but we'd mixed our phones up and when I came back to switch them, she was gone. Well her car was still here." Izuku shook his head with a frustrated sigh. "I think something's happened. What have you seen?"

Saza narrowed his eyes and stood up to go stand next to Izuku. He also examined the screens. "Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing?" He looked at the man. "Something happened. She's not in her car. The window's been smashed. How can you say nothing's happened?"

"Just as it looks." Saza tapped the screen of the parking garage where your car still sat. "There's been no movement here all night."

"All night?' Izuku clenched his fist, staring at the screen. "This isn't right."

"It certainly sounds like it."

"No, I mean this footage. It isn't right. My car is parked next to hers right now. This footage is wrong. It's…looped."

Saza went back to his desk and pulled out a flashlight. "I'll do a perimeter sweep. If she's here, we'll find her sooner or later."

"The later is what I'm worried about," Izuku muttered. "Stay here and see if you can fix the footage. I'm going to search the lower floors."

Izuku stepped back out of the office, running into Kenma who stood just outside. "Let me help too."

He didn't have time to argue. "Let's go."

The two of them headed for the door when a faint scream drifted through the air. Izuku halted midstep as he listened. It sounded faintly like his name and there was only one person who would be calling for him right now.

"Y/N," he breathed and took off towards the door.

"W-wait!" The rookie, out of desperation, grabbed Izuku's arm. The minute he touched him, his fingers sparked and sent a powerful jolt up Izuku's arm. He stumbled back, his whole right side tingling. Confusion swept through him for only a moment before he turned a furious glare back at Kenma.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes widened as he faced a confused, and at the moment, quite terrifying look on his boss's face. "I- they...I'm sorry!" He finally managed to say.

"Kenma, deactivate your quirk." Izuku stepped towards him, speaking quietly.

He glanced at the door and in a moment of hesitation finally shook his head. "I can't."

Izuku's feet froze, muscles spasming, forcing him to his knees. The shock had spread through the rest of his body. He remembered exactly how the boy's quirk worked, he even helped him develop this very move. It was a special move, one aimed at detainment rather than an offensive attack. It rendered his muscles immobile for a period of time, a great technique when dealing with villains. But why on earth would he try attacking Izuku now of all times?

"I'm so sorry Deku!" He stumbled back just a bit as he met his gaze.

The boy's quirk had developed quickly with Izuku's guidance, but it still needed work, especially with a new move he'd only learned recently. Straining his body, he quickly pulled the little kinetic power he had of Fa Jin into his feet and launched himself at Kenma. The two collided and crashed into his desk, splintering the wooden structure down the middle. With his concentration pulled, the electric force lost its hold on Izuku who restrained the boy with ease.

"I don't have time for this!" He grabbed Kenmas hands and used the rookie's own zip ties to restrain them.

Kenma stared into those desperately wide green eyes before shutting his own. "They won't hurt her. They promised they wouldn't."

"Who are they?" He tightened his grip.

"I...I don't know. They wore disguises. Deku, they threatened my family."

Izuku pushed that angry ball of fury down as he stared at the terrified kid in front of him. "You should've come to me Kenma. Never trust a villain. But I need you to believe me that I can help you."

Kenma buried his face into the floor, tears staining the carpet. "I'm sorry." The broken whisper was barely audible.

Standing up, he stared down at him. The loud crash had drawn Saza out of his office. "Keep him here Saza and call the police...and tell them we need an ambulance." He didn't miss the way Kenma's eyes shot up at his own. "I'll be back."

Not needing to be told twice, the old man nodded.

With one more glance back at the deflated hero, he rushed from the room and back into the stairwell. The scream had to have come from the floor below.

He'd have to deal with Kenma later but he was sure he knew who was behind this whole mess in the first place. The timing couldn't have been a coincidence. Which meant that you were in serious danger, despite what Kenma was led to believe. Villains always lied. It was right there on page one in the handbook. In the future, he would need to vet his staff better to prevent something like this from happening again.

Jumping past most of the steps he landed at the base of the stairs with a hard thud. This floor was the main hub. It also housed his office in the back and if these guys wanted in that evidence locker then they'd need to come through this way to do it. He only hoped that he wasn't too late.

Steeling his breath, he opted to take it cautiously and slowly. He opened the door into the darkened office. Soft whispers of voices echoed through the air and the small glow of a flashlight caught his eye. What he saw behind that made his heart nearly stop.

"Y/N!"

That iron grip on your shoulders disappeared leaving you to keep up your own weight which you failed at as the strength already left you. Dropping to the floor like a lead weight you gasped as the water bubble burst, drenching your head and shoulders. Ragged breaths kept you conscious enough to be vaguely aware of Biggs dropping to the floor beside you groaning loudly.

When you gathered enough wits to pull yourself to your knees, clutching the fabric of your shirt, you glanced up. Izuku was standing over the two fallen criminals, sparking brightly in the darkness of the office. He pulled the cuffs off a nearby desk and quickly incapacitated the barely conscious duo then turned to you.

That hard glare immediately softened when he met your wide-eyed stare. His defensive posture drooped and he knelt down, hesitantly resting a hand on your shoulders.

"Are you okay?"

You were still choking back harsh gasps but managed a quick nod. Speaking wasn't an option with panic still firmly lodged in your throat. He nodded along with a reassuring smile, however small and wavering. 

"I'm so sorry. I should've realized something was wrong sooner..." He trailed off as he caught sight of your two mangled fingers. His own fingers were gentle and soft as he picked up your hand to examine them.

"K-kinda remind me of you huh?" Your voice came out shaky and broken as you tried to joke with him to alleviate some of the stress.

"We'll get you to the hospital. An ambulance is on its way. " He stood up and helped you to your feet.

"Wait," you stopped as he tried to lead you away from the criminals. "The evidence. They tampered with the evidence."

Izuku glanced at the men on the ground. "I'm not concerned about that right now. We need to get you some medical attention first."

"But-" you blinked as his words sunk in. He cared about you? No that was just him doing his job. "Okay."

He lead you over to a bench and sat you down. After a few moments of silence where you absorbed everything that happened to you, he sat next to you and stared worridly at you.

"I'm okay. Really Midoriya. Thank you for saving me." You whispered, staring at the two men lying unconscious on the ground. "I guess I know just the man to call next time I'm in danger."

"I still have your phone by the way."  Izuku offered you a small smile and pulled the device out of his pocket.

"Um, yours might be a little damaged." You confessed, glancing up at him.

He smirked. "I know. Found what was left of it in the garage."

"Sorry."

Izuku wrapped his arm further around your shoulders to pull you in close for a comforting side hug. The warmth seemed to flow into you even as the cold wetness the water left behind lingered.

"This is in no way your fault." He met your gaze head-on. "I exposed you to needless danger and for that I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel unsafe so I can put in a transfer for you. I always bring trouble." That last bit was muttered under his breath but you still stopped in your tracks when you heard it.

"I like what I do Midoriya. I like helping you and I like working here...with you." You grabbed the fabric of his shirt around his midsection. "I want to be helpful to you so I want to stay if you'll let me."

He stopped for a moment, eyes searching your own. "Of course I want you to stay. I couldn't think of anyone else to do a better job."

A blush of heat raced to your already burning cheeks. "But maybe we install better alarms."

He nodded with a sudden seriousness. "I promise I'll never let you be put in such danger again. I want to keep you safe Y/N, I care about you too much."

You relished in his words before he realized what he said and blushed an adorable pink. But he met your gaze, a little bit of that rebellious determination blazing in those bright green eyes of his.

"Do you really mean that?" You whispered, a bit afraid to hear the answer.

"Of course. I hope that's okay?" He asked, his voice wavering a bit.

"More than okay." Your good hand tightened around the fabric of his shirt before he grasped it in his own and squeezed.

"Hey, I have a question for you."

He looked on curiously. "What is it?"

"When you get a new phone are you going to get a different case?"

He blinked before laughing. "You just want me to change the old one!"

"I did get this one first. It's only fair." You smirked.

"You're playing hardball here." He pulled you closer and you snuggled up into his side. "But I'll consider it If you help me pick out a new one."

You rested your head on his shoulder, exhaustion from the ordeal finally catching up to you. "You got it Midoriya. I have the perfect case in mind."

"Izuku." He said quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Call me Izuku. I think you've more than earned it." He turned his head a bit to hide his blush.

"Are you sure?" You fought the weariness to raise your head.

He nodded, an uncertain worry crossing his face.

"Okay...Izuku." the name rolled so smoothly off your tongue that you couldn't help the bashful smile that played across your lips.

He grinned, his freckles almost sparking a bit and he pulled you into a full hug. "I'm glad you're okay. You have no idea how scared I was when I saw you there. You mean a lot to me."

For the second time that night, you nearly died but for some reason, you were perfectly content with the second instance. Maybe it was the coziness of laying in his arms or the aura of protectiveness radiating off him but you couldn't help but repeat his words over and over again in your head. ' You mean a lot to me .'

"Does that offer to go to Blossoms still stand? I'm starving after all that." You asked dropping your head back into his shoulder with an exhausted sigh.

"Of course it is." He wrapped you tight in his arms and rested his cheek on the top of your head. "It's a date."

You were quite glad that he couldn't see the heat blooming across your face, but you buried your face into his shoulder to hide the curl of your lips at his words. A date. It was hard won to be sure but you finally got your date. 

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[Part 9 incoming. I really should name this thing, other than always referring to it as the AFAB Bestie x Leon fic series. I just don't know what to name it lmao. Also the whole Friends With Benefits suggestion came outta nowhere. This thing has a life of its own, I swear! Contains spoilers for RE4R]

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Leon treated you to dinner that night. Nothing fancy, but not simple fast food, either. A little dine-in experience, which was a nice change of pace from what the two of you usually had when you were together. Him paying was also different. The waitress did try to give him free dessert once she realized you weren't his girlfriend, but Leon immediately passed it over to you, much to her chagrin. She tried to slip him her number on a napkin, too, only to stare in shock as he tore it up in front of her and tossed it in the trash. He didn't even apologize. In fact, he reported her to her supervisor for making him uncomfortable. You almost felt bad for the poor waitress as Leon took you away from the restaurant at the same moment her boss started chewing her out. Almost.

Don't disrespect his friend by ignoring her or you'll find out his civility only goes so far.

It's a nice night out. Leon suggests going for that "goddamn walk" you mentioned earlier while finally opening up to him. You're grateful the streetlights aren't bright enough to give away how red you become from being reminded of that. There's a park of decent size not too far from the diner and your home, with a large pond that has a nice stone bridge that crosses over it. You've been to it many times in your life. Tonight feels different, though. There's something about it ...You just can't put your finger on it.

You walk by Leon's side, hands in the pockets of your jacket. Leon mirrors you. You notice he's not wearing his favorite jacket, the one your parents sent him for a birthday gift a couple of months ago. The brown sheepskin bomber, ridiculously expensive but well worth the cost in everyone's opinion, was missing. Leon had been wearing it every chance he had since receiving it. Why not now?

Noticing your quizzical gaze, Leon let out an awkward chuckle. "Your parents are gonna kill me."

"Why?"

"Because I lost an eighteen hundred dollar jacket in Spain," he replies.

"Wha--How do you lose a jacket in Spain?"

"Get knocked the fuck out and someone steals it while you're unconscious," he says, and it's so casual you almost dismiss it.

"Leon...I think the jacket is the least important part of what you just said. What the hell happened to you in--? Oh, right. You probably can't tell me. Classified, need to know, etcetera."

"Technically yes," he admits. "But I'll tell you, anyway, if you really want to know."

"I don't want you to get into any trouble because of me."

"I get into trouble all the time, whether I want to or not. If Uncle Sam says to jump, I'm not even supposed to ask how high. I just do what the man says." The bitterness is so strong, you can almost taste it. He takes a deep breath. "So, do you want to know about Spain?"

You hesitate for a moment before saying, "If you're willing to share, I'm happy to listen."

So it begins. He tells you all about the mission, starting with what it was in the first place. President Graham's daughter, Ashley, was kidnapped from her college campus. A cult was responsible. They received intel from an unknown source that she was taken to a rural area in Spain. He was sent there, along with two cops from the area. He and Ingrid Hunnigan, the woman assigned to help provide him with information and to send out a chopper once Ashley was found, were forced to use stupid code names. "Condor One." "Baby Eagle." "Roost." As if those weren't obvious to whom they were referring.

The officers fell victim to the villagers, who had been infected with a parasite. A Plaga. Las Plagas. Los Illuminados, the cult responsible for Ashley's abduction, was to blame. They forced everyone they came in contact with to carry Las Plagas, injecting them with an egg that would hatch and proceed to steal control of the body from the host. If you were lucky, anyway. Some people they simply killed, like the cops who brought him to the village.

Las Plagas work as a hive mind, taking orders from one dominant Plaga who controlled the cult's leader, a man named Saddler. He wanted to infect Ashley to help spread the reach of Las Plagas throughout the world, or some shit like that. He also had Leon injected with a Plaga egg, intending to unite him with the so-called holy body.

Leon tries to explain what Las Plagas look like and how they affect you. Sounds like an alien invasion, or a scene from Alien. It's eerie how much of it sounds like it came straight out of the nightmares you had while Leon was living through it. The black veins. The blood red eyes. The parasites. The fleshy tentacled monstrous abominations. There's no way you should know what these things look like, yet you can recall them so clearly, like you saw them with your own eyes.

While fighting to stay himself and to save Ashley, he encountered some familiar faces he wishes he never saw again. Ada, who apparently survived Raccoon City and was in the area for the same reason she was in RC. Major Jack Krauser, his hardass mentor when he was first forced to become a special agent, who became disillusioned by the American government after the fallout of a different mission two years ago and decided to join Los Illuminados because of it. While Ada did provide some assistance when Leon needed it and it suited her, he wasn't happy to see her, especially since she lived and had a Plaga sample with her when she made her escape, just like she did with the G-Virus years ago. As for Krauser... He couldn't be saved. Not from Los Illuminados, not from Las Plagas, and certainly not from himself. Leon had no choice but to kill him.

Leon takes a moment to collect himself after revealing this, putting his arms on the stone railing on the bridge as he looks down into the pond water below. You stand by his side, copying his actions except you keep your eyes on him.

Like with Raccoon City, there were people he met and lost in the same day. Those two officers, killed by the villagers, of course. Then there was Luis Sera, or Luis Serra-Navarro. Luis. A researcher who once worked for Umbrella and then for Los Illuminados. He had a change of heart, decided to help Ashley and Leon since he already successfully removed his own Plaga, and went to great risk to do so. He did have an arrangement of some kind with Ada regarding that Plaga that Leon mentioned earlier, but...He was a good man who made some really shitty choices in his life. He died because he was helping Leon rescue Ashley. Krauser stabbed him in the back and then tried to kill Leon. One of Luis's final actions saved Leon from dying right along with him.

"Remind me to find a copy of Don Quixote," Leon says with a halfhearted smile. "Luis loved that book. Kept making references to it throughout our short time together. I know of it, but I've never read it. I should."

There was also Mike, the helicopter pilot who came to give Leon backup on the island where Ashley was taken. This was after dealing with the village and then the castle. Leon walks you through the journey somewhat quickly, dropping names of people he had to fight if he knows them and the places they were. Bitores Mendez, village. Ramon Salazar, castle. Osmund Saddler, island. When Leon was on the island in pursuit of Ashley, Mike showed up with the helicopter Hunnigan sent to support him. Mike helped even the odds against the well-armed Plagas-infected forces there, but was ultimately killed when some insectoid B.O.W.s attacked the chopper, causing him to lose control. All Leon knew about Mike was his name...and that he knew a good bar they could go to for drinks had he survived.

Ashley survived, though. Thanks to Luis and his laboratory on the island, she lived and she was cured of the Plaga. She in turn helped cure Leon of his when he passed out from the exhaustion of fighting for hours and hours on end with little time for resting. It's no wonder he's as battered and bruised as he is. It's a miracle he's not worse off, to be honest, or even dead.

You rest your hand on top of one of his, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. His other hand moves on top of it as he holds it in earnest, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Did you...have any thoughts of...doing something drastic while you were infected?" you ask with much hesitance.

He reads between the lines. "No, no. By the time I found out I was infected, I already had Ashley. She was my number one priority. I never really considered...Maybe, in the back of my mind, but if I did that, then I would've had to--Ashley..."

"What...was it like? I mean...if you don't mind me asking."

"Awful. Just...fucking awful. I wasn't in control of myself. It was painful to resist. Saddler's goddamn voice was in my head...I thought my head was going to fucking explode and a goddamn monster was going to take its place. Thought my body was going to...Ugh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine, I understand."

"It's over...for now. I'm not sure what Ada wanted that Plaga amber for...I can't believe I let her play me again. She makes me feel so--"

"You're not stupid, Leon. You want to see the best in people. You always have. She just took advantage of that. She didn't get as far as she has without the skills to back it up. Is Ada even her--?"

"No, it's not her real name. And even if it was, there's too many Ada Wongs out there to narrow down which one is her." Catching the look you're giving him out of the corner of his eye, he explains, "I've looked into it on my own time. You're still the only person I've ever told about Ada...Though in her line of work with B.O.W.s and bio-terrorism in general, her existence is probably not as secret as it once was."

"I'm sorry she's hurt you...again."

"Don't be. As much as I hate to admit it, without her being there, I'm not sure Ashley and I would've survived. So...She was helpful. Not sure if that balances the scales, exactly, but..."

"Well, I'm glad you made it. I just wish you wouldn't have to do this."

"Yeah. Me, too."

A long pause. Then, you say, "Let's go to Barnes & Noble tomorrow. It should have at least one copy of Don Quixote. The question is, you want the translated version, or are you good enough with Spanish to read it in its original language?"

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, I only know enough to get by. There's no way in hell I'd be able to read an entire book, even if I wanted to."

"Sounds like quitter talk, but fine. We'll do the English version and forget there's anything that could've possibly been lost in translation."

He raised an eyebrow, though in the dark of night you can't really see it. You just kind of know he's doing it. "We? What do you mean, 'we?'"

"I could read it with you. I've never read it before, either."

"Oh, you don't have to--"

"I want to, though. It's something we can do together, in your friend's honor."

He smiles. "I'd like that."

It's late. You should be heading back to your home, and Leon realizes this, too. He offers you his arm. With a small smile, you take it, resting your head against his bicep. Wow, even in its relaxed state, it's big. If there's one good thing that came out of Leon's enslavement, it's how it really whipped him into shape. You kind of miss when he was softer and a bit squishy, though.

There's a pleasant silence on the walk back. Leon feels a little lighter now that he's had a chance to talk about his experience against Los Illuminados. Even if it doesn't undo the damage, it at least reminds him that he doesn't have to be alone in this. You're here. You'll always be here.

And you're not going to be judgy like that professional people keep trying to push him to see. Fuck therapy. It hasn't helped him in the past and it won't help him now. Hell, they'd probably tell him the monsters he's fought and almost died to aren't real, that they're all in his head. Hallucinations. Yeah, no. He's had hallucinations. He knows the difference. He knows he does have issues, but some doctor who spends all day on a couch listening to people talk about their problems isn't going to solve them, especially when the existence of B.O.W.s isn't common knowledge.

"Hey, Leon."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking back to that conversation we didn't have while making the guest bed. Did you...really imply you wanted us to be friends who, uh...?"

You trail off, too embarrassed to finish the question. He feels your face get hotter through the fabric of his jacket sleeve. You're not alone in that, however. He's just as flustered, if not more so.

"I, uh, might have, yeah. If that makes you uncomfortable--"

"It doesn't. It just...caught me off guard. It's not every day my best friend suggests we fuck, you know?" Nervous laughter escapes you as you resist the urge to pull away from him. "Especially since I admitted just before that that I...feel like your security blanket. If I was anyone else, I'd...assume you're finding another way to use me."

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that at all. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, it's fine!" You're so quick to reassure him that he almost doesn't believe you. "I'm the one that made the joke about doing you in the first place, so I really don't have a problem with it. Really! The only reason I'm bringing it up is...I want to know if you meant it, or if it really was just us messing around."

Well now, how's Leon supposed to respond to that?

He remembers drunkenly confessing to loving you years ago, on the first anniversary of the end of Raccoon City. He even kissed you. You acted like it never happened. You probably didn't even believe him, given his mental state at the time. He chose not to bring it up again at the time because he realized his new life wouldn't allow a relationship to take up any space in it. It was too dangerous, too time-consuming, too demanding, and so much more.

But now, after everything that's happened and with the passing of time, he can't help wondering if he should try again.

"Actually, sweetheart, I...I did mean it."

"Wow," is your simple reply, quickly followed by, "I can't believe the Leon S. Kennedy thinks I'm fuckable. Holy shit..."

"It's not just that, babe. I love yo--"

"We'll have to take it slow," you say, oblivious to cutting Leon off. "I'm still a virgin, so I'll probably be really, really disappointing. You'll have to show me the ropes."

"The ropes? Isn't it early to be--?"

"Not actual ropes, silly! That kinky shit is way outta my comfort zone right now. Geez, I haven't even been touched by anyone and you think I wanna be tied up for my first time? Please."

You laugh, and the way your entire face lights up has Leon in awe as he looks down at you still clinging to his arm.

"At least you took me to dinner first," you add. "Such a gentleman."

"Whoa, hang on. I never said we'd--You're getting ahead of us here." That isn't to say you're implied enthusiasm isn't appreciated. It's kind of a turn-on, if anything. The heat is pooling in an area other than his face. Leon needs to try to focus on something else or--

"I know, I know. I'm not about to hop into bed with you without protection, which neither of us has at the house. And also...Well..." You hide your face in his arm, away from his gaze. You're unable to take it while thinking about this conversation. "I'm not ready for it. Not...Not yet. Which is dumb because I'm twenty-seven and practically everyone my age has fucked at least once, but--"

"There's nothing dumb about it, and there's nothing wrong with you."

"Isn't there, though? There's teenagers with more experience than me. I'm a grown woman. Shouldn't I have...?" You shake your head. "I guess that would've meant I let someone into my life, huh? Trusted someone to love and respect me? And I'd have to be attracted to someone other than yo--I mean, be attracted to someone." You sigh. "It's no wonder the only kiss I've had was when we were both drunk. I don't put myself out there enough."

"Nothing wrong with that." Leon maneuvers the arm you're holding so it's now around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he gives you a tight squeeze. "You're overthinking this, sweetheart. We're not going to jump right in and I'm not expecting anything from you. It doesn't even have to happen if you don't want it. The last thing I would ever want to do is push you into something you're not ready for. You set the pace. I'll follow your lead."

"I thought following a lady's lead wasn't your style."

You both laugh at that. Dorks. It's something stupid he's said before, something he often liked to believe he did. But for you, he'll make you an exception. You're always the exception. His exception.

He leans down to leave a kiss on the top of your head. You shrink into him, unable to do much else other than giggle in response. What's going on today? You have no clue what's gotten into Leon that he's coming onto you and giving you a kiss. At the very least, you know it's not alcohol. He hasn't had even a drop. His breath doesn't reek of it, either. So what was the deal?

Eh, you're not going to complain. You find yourself enjoying his doting too much to try to put a stop to it. Not to mention the possibility of something you imagined happening since high school might actually come true after all this time. Leon really knows how to make a lady feel special.

But you're just best friends.

You're not dating. You're not a couple. You're not together.

Just best friends...

...now with potential benefits.

#dreamer writes #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #long post // #suggestive #ask to tag if needed

[thaboah]

Bones and flowers!

I had and idea. This is my first fanfic and english isn't my first language. I'm sorry for all the mistakes.

Couple: Heimdall x modern!Reader

Summary: You're a witch, a modern witch. It's 2023 and all your friends call you crazy for still believing in magic. But you're sure as hell that you're going to have a 10 on the test tomorrow, all thanks to your spell. Maybe you were going to have a 10 but, wait a minute, this is not your room. Where the hell you are?

Warnings: Bad lenguage, Heimdall being Heimdall, female!reader, reader isn't very smart.

One more candle and it's done. You have finished the spell, tomorrow you're going to have a 10. All of your friends are going to be so jealous, and they will have to accept that magic is real. At least that is what you thought before going to sleep.

- Part 1: Where I am? -

I woke up on what at first I thought it was my room, then when I sat on the bed I saw. Something was clearly wrong. What the fuck? When my room had been cleaned? And where is my stuff? WHY IS EVERYTHING MADE OF WOOD?

My first reaction, I think it's the reaction that everyone would do in the same situation. Scream, I screamed like a child, while I was walking around the room trying to figure out if this was a kind of sick joke. Maybe somewhere in that place was hidden a camera.

I understand that I wasn't in any kind of joke when a woman show up, telling me to shut up. The woman was huge, she had long blond hair, and she was dressed with a blue dress. I can't say more about his aparience. In self-defense, I was scared as hell and I decided to pick the first thing I saw. It was some kind of cup with water. I didn't put to much attention on details, and I threw the cup at the mysterious woman.

— What are you doing?! — The woman yelled at me, maybe it wasn't my best idea. What follows, I think it's even worse. I ran away.

— Okay, Y/N, this shit is happening, some kind of creeps have kidnapped you. — I said to my self while i was looking for a way out. I saw a giant gate, so I tried to push it but it's heavy so it can only open a small gap which I went through. Where the hell I am? This is clearly not my house, not my city. I mean, this isn't even a city, this is a village.

The woman came out behind me, opening that door as if nothing had happened. She seemed very angry, but I decided not to stay to check it out.

— HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME! — I began to scream with all my might, with tears of fear I witnessed the great wall that practically surrounded the entire city. There had to be a door, right? What kind of person builds a wall without a door?

The screams of the woman saying to go back there were already far away, she was beginning to think that she would get out of this. Although he still did not understand where he could be. Maybe in some kind of sect? Had sectarians kidnapped me? It didn't make sense, but at the time nothing seemed to make sense.

Before I wanted to realize it, I had collided face-first into the wall. I looked up, I definitely wasn't going to climb that wall, it was so tall, what kind of suicidal idiot would?

I had thousands of questions, but I couldn't stop running. At least my clothes were intact, for once I was glad to wear a tracksuit to sleep, instead of normal pajamas. If I couldn't cross to the other side of the wall, at least I wasn't going to stop.

Although I was beginning to get tired, I was not a very athletic person, only what was necessary and what was necessary had already exceeded its limit for a while. I got to what looked like some kind of corral and jumped over the fence, though I landed on my face.

I hadn't even processed what had just happened, I had just sat on the ground caressing my sore cheek, when I saw what looked like some kind of pissed off bull-lion. The universe had to be playing some kind of practical joke on me. That wasn't even a real animal!

I crossed my arms in front of my face to protect it and squeezed my eyes shut. I had already assumed that he was going to hit me, but I didn't even have the energy to dodge. It all got very strange when the blow started to take too long and the voice of someone approaching sounded in the distance.

— I've seen stupid mortals, but you, oh girl, you hit the jackpot. — I looked up to see a young man, wearing a strange outfit decorated with gold and various symbols. He was definitely in some weird kind of cult. He had never seen anyone wear something like that, not that it looked bad on him but it was weird.

— AaaaAAaaA — It was all that came out of my mouth, without leaving the ground I backed away as the unknown approached, I couldn't stop looking at his eyes and his hair, they were beautiful. Although again my head was unable to function. There were so many things to process, I was so confused and scared that when my back hit the fence the only thing I could think of was to pick up a broken stick that was next to me and point it at the man. — I don't know who you are but if you take one more step I'm going to-! — In fact, I didn't had a blunt threat. Hit him with the stick when he had a sword at his waist? Wait. WHY THE FUCK WOULD ANYONE CARRY A SWORD?

As he came closer to me, I gripped the stick even more tightly. Which was pointless because as soon as I bother him I just rip it out of my hand and throw it away.

— Are you so stupid that you don't even know where you are or who I am? — I shook my head, staring at him. Which he also did, he kept looking at my eyes, which made this the most uncomfortable situation in the world. She was desperate for an answer and for it to be correct. Although answering helped me, I said the first thing that came to mind while shrugging my shoulders:

— Madrid and you are from Madrid? — Maybe if I had paid more attention in class now I would know how to answer. The man seemed confused for a couple of seconds, but then, with a kind of anger that he tried to control. He lifted me by the shoulder and forced me to stand up.

The man began to walk as he spoke, I followed him without many other options:

— Stupid mortal, you are in Asgard and I am Heimdall, God of foresight. — I had long since stopped questioning things. If that boy wanted to be God of something, good for him. I followed him through the streets without saying anything.

— I'm not sure of what plans has Odin for you, but i'm sure you're going to be a big disappointment. —

Odin, where have I heard that name before?

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Finished, hope you like it. And wish me luck, now I have an exam! Haha :)

Part 2

#heimdall god of war #gow heimdall #heimdall #heimdall x reader #gow x reader #female reader #gow ragnarok #gow #gow fanfic #god of war x reader #god of war ragnarok #god of war

[thewillofdeez]

50/50: A Shanks/OC (and Beckman/OC) Romance - Chapter 4: Rescue and Reconciliation

Summary: A twenty year journey of friendship, love, and heartache between Shanks and the woman he loves.

Chapter 4 word count: 5692 (it's a long one)

Riley opened her eyes as much as she could. Her vision was blurry, but she could tell the room she was in was dark and cold, torches providing the only lights. Water dripped rhythmically in the distance. A cave, perhaps?

Riley’s head and body ached - her hands were in shackles that were attached to a wall, her body pressed against a cold, dirt floor. How long had she been like this? Where was Shanks? And Beckman? Where was her crew?

Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to remember. The crew had been in a port town along the Grand Line, having dinner at a local bar. Riley remembered a tall, fierce-looking pirate captain clad all in black trying to intimidate Shanks, who sat at the bar with a drink in his hand and his straw hat on his head. She hadn’t heard any of the conversation, but she could tell by looking that this man had something personal against her captain. Shanks had held his ground and the man walked away, but not before pinning her under his icy gaze as he left the bar and giving her a smirk that sent fear shooting through her veins. When asked, Shanks didn’t say who he was or what he wanted, just to stay away from him. Later that night she returned to her bedroom on the ship and fell asleep without a thought.

Riley had bolted awake when she felt the gag in her mouth. She’d tried to scream but it was tied tightly around her head. A sack covered her head, and ropes wrapped around her wrists. She was being kidnapped? From her own ship? As much as she struggled, the hands that held her were far too strong. Then she felt a blow to her head, causing pain to radiate in every nerve.

And that was the last thing she remembered. She assumed it was the pirate from the bar. What he wanted or what he planned to do with her, she didn’t want to think about. She could only hope her crew was alive.

A door opened, letting in light from a torch-lit hallway. An imposing figure strolled in and approached her limp form, flanked by several others. When the light hit his face, Riley knew - it was the man from the bar, the man in black.

“Who are you?” she asked raspily, her throat dry. When was the last time she’d had anything to drink?

She felt his low chuckle radiate through her chest. He was far too close for comfort as he squatted down to her level. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head over that,” he said. A massive hand reached up and grasped her face, forcing her to look at him. She was sure he could see the fear in her eyes. “I’m not gonna kill ya right now, if that’s what you’re wondering. It’d defeat the point.”

“And what exactly is the point?” she shot back, shaking her head from his grasp and hoping she sounded braver than she felt.

That same cold glare seemed to look right through her. “Revenge,” he said.

Oh, Riley realized. I’m bait.

Riley wasn’t sure how many days passed in that cold, dark dungeon. With no sunlight it was impossible to tell, but she had to guess it had been three or four at least. All she knew was that someone came every once in a while to give her a meager amount of food and water. When that brief bit of human interaction was done, she was left alone in the dark. She found herself flipping back and forth between wanting desperately for her crew to come rescue her, and praying to whatever gods were listening that they would just stay away and leave her there. She didn’t want to be the cause of any more pain or injuries for the people she loved.

At some point in the timeless void that was Riley’s cell, a group of guards walked in and unhooked her shackles from the wall.

“What’s…” she mumbled, “What’s happening?”

“It’s time,” responded one of the guards, his shrill voice hurting her ears.

“I don’t….understand….?”

The guard laughed. “You don’t need to.”

The guards led her through the torch-lit halls, occasionally jerking the chains attached to her wrists and laughing when she stumbled. They led her into what appeared to be some kind of ancient throne room in the cave. From what she could see, it was quite vast, with an elaborate chair on top of a dais lit from above by some sort of light. Next to it, hanging low from the ceiling, was a hook.

The guards dragged Riley to the dais, her legs struggling to keep up, and forced her hands above her head, hoisting the chain of the shackles onto the hook. She heard a cranking noise as gears moved and the hook raised, lifting Riley from her slumped state on the ground to a point where she was dangling with her feet several inches off the floor. She felt like a piece of meat on display in a butcher shop. The strain of her entire body weight being hung from her arms made her ache, and as adrenaline coursed through her body she was suddenly very, very aware of what was happening.

Shortly after, the door to the room opened again. The man in black sauntered toward Riley, and behind him hundreds of pirates filed in, each armed with an intimidating array of weapons.

The man in black stood before her as her body hung listlessly, an evil grin upon his face. “Your crew has arrived,” he told her. “They seem pretty riled up.” The news both relieved and absolutely terrified Riley. Though her body swayed gently and rotated on the chain, her feet unable to reach the ground to stabilize her, she kept eye contact with him, trying desperately to not show fear. He countered by walking slowly in a circle around her helpless body.

“Just so you’re aware, one of two things is about to happen. The first option is that my men kill yours before they can even get to you. This isn’t likely, of course. I know the Red Hair Pirates are quite strong, and I’m not stupid enough to underestimate Shanks. I’d honestly be a little disappointed if that happened.

“The second option is what I’m really hoping for: your captain Shanks, who cares so much about his helpless little doctor, comes bursting into this room, crew in tow. What he doesn’t expect is the four hundred men who will be waiting here ready to annihilate them. He won’t expect the doors to close and lock. And he won’t expect to have to watch the life drain out of you when I slit your throat.”

The man in black met Riley’s eyes. “See, it’s not about just killing Shanks and destroying his crew. I mean, I am gonna kill him, but that’s not the goal. The goal is to make him hurt.” The man let out that low rumble of a laugh again. “I can’t wait to see the look on his face as he watches you die.”

Riley felt the man’s words wash over her. They were here. They were coming to rescue her. And they would die in the process. She’d seen the Red Hair Pirates take on crews larger in number than them, but never in such close quarters, and never a crew that looked quite so…evil, she supposed, was the best word for it. She could only hope that they were being strategic about this and not rushing in without a plan. Shanks was smarter than that. Beckman was too. They had to be.

As the man stood before her, his eyes examining her like she was a bug under glass, Riley felt something else rush through her body: anger. Rage, even, like she had never known in her life. How fucking dare this man use her as bait? How dare he try to trap her crew? Didn’t he know that Shanks would one day be King of the Pirates? The absolute goddamn nerve.

With her body mostly incapacitated, Riley did the only thing she could think to do. She gripped the chains attached to her wrists and shifted her body weight backwards, tucking her legs close to her body, and with the momentum she built up in one swing, she kicked the man in black straight in the balls.

He let out a groan and doubled over, sinking to his knees and gripping the arm of the chair tightly for support, pain gracing his features and his face turning red. “You bitch!” he yelled, pulling a knife from his belt and sinking it into her torso, just under her ribcage. Riley screamed in pain - she had never been stabbed before. So this is what it's like, she found herself musing. He left the blade in her body to keep her from bleeding out too quickly and so she could feel its sharp edges with every breath.

The man in black rose to his feet. “I should rip you to shreds for that,” he said, chest heaving in pain and anger. “The only reason I’m keeping you alive is to kill you at the right time. Clock’s ticking, doctor.”

The man in black pulled himself into the chair, one hand between his legs trying to ease the pain. He didn’t have long to recover, as only minutes later the door to the throne room slammed open, and a burst of energy broke through the room. It was like nothing Riley had ever felt. It was somehow both a physical sensation that caused her hair to whip backwards and a mental one, something that she felt in the very core of her brain and in every cell of her body, like a hurricane wind battering against a house. She desperately wanted to succumb to the force of the blast, but held on to consciousness as much as she could, her eyes closed tightly, hoping that this was her crew. Hoping so badly that it was Shanks, though she couldn’t imagine how. What the hell was that?

When the force began to subside, Riley couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes just yet. She kept them closed tightly, trying to force her brain to stay conscious and not focus on the pain in her torso. The echoing sounds of the hundreds of pirates in the cavernous room were suddenly silenced.

When Riley was able to open her eyes, she saw Shanks approaching the dais, a look of absolute fury on his face that she had never seen before. He looked like a lion ready to pounce, his cape fluttering behind him. Surrounding him was some kind of aura, but she wasn’t sure if it was really there or if it was just from the pain and blood loss. No, it had to be the blood loss. Dehydration too. She could see Beckman and the rest of the senior officers following at a distance, hundreds of unmoving bodies at their feet. She closed her eyes again, feeling her body grow weaker with every passing second.

A voice that once terrified her spoke, now sounding suddenly rather meek and frightened. “Shanks…Shanks, come on, listen, I –”

Riley heard the sharp noise of a blade being drawn followed by a wet, splurting sound and a dull thud. She didn’t hear the voice again.

The adrenaline was draining from Riley’s body along with the blood seeping out around the blade in her abdomen. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew it was over. And that she was very, very tired.

“Lower the chain!” she heard a voice yell. “Hurry!” She thought it was Shanks. The sound of quickly moving footsteps followed as she was lowered to the floor, her whole body slowly landing on something soft and warm that wrapped gently around her, much different from the cold stone she had expected. Riley opened her eyes again to see Shanks leaning over her. She only realized she was in his arms when he stood up and began rushing her out of the cold, dark room.

“Rye…hang in there,” he said to her as he ran through the caves. The edges of her vision were getting blurry, the sound of footsteps becoming distant even though they were right under her. 

“Please don’t leave me, Riley.” Was that moisture from the caves dripping on her forehead? “Please don’t go.”

The first rays of the sun trickled into the room, not very bright at all, but just enough to wake Riley from her slumber. She groaned and tried to roll over when two things stopped her.

The first was a sharp, intense pain in her abdomen. Oh yeah, that thing. She ran a hand gently across where the wound was, feeling the familiar sensation of bandages. Riley recalled the events in the caves, her memories going from fuzzy to clear: being in the dark, wet cell all alone, being hung up for the slaughter by the man in black, and the fury of her captain as he came to rescue her. So she was alive. That was good at least.

The second was the feeling of another body next to hers, warm, firm, and sturdy. An arm seemed to be draped across her waist and she could feel the person’s soft breathing on her face.

Riley opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was in her quarters on the Gold Dragon. Turning her head, she was a little surprised to find that the person laying next to her was Shanks.

Her movement caused him to begin stirring as well. She watched as his face scrunched up in a yawn, the arm leaving her chest as he rolled on his back.

“‘Morning,” Riley said, her voice still heavy with sleep, but with a mischievous tint to it.

“Hmm, ‘morning,” Shanks replied groggily. She held in a giggle as she watched the realization dawn over his face, his eyes shooting open and his head turning to look at her. “Holy shit, Riley!”

Shanks reflexively rolled on top of her, his face sinking into her hair as he embraced her tightly. “Ow! Ow! Stab wound, Shanks! Ow!”

He released her quickly, rising to his knees and holding up his hands like he had just touched a hot stove. “Sorry! Sorry! I’m just…..I’m so glad you’re awake.”

Riley laughed, running a hand over the wound to soothe it. “It’s fine.” She took in the man before her, clad only in his plaid pajama pants. The relief was evident on his face as he knelt over her, holding her gaze with a soft look. “How long have I been out?” she asked.

“A little under two days. I’m gonna go tell the guys!”

“Wait, Shanks –” Before she could stop him, Shanks leapt from the bed and bounded across the room, ripping open the door.

“HEY GUYS!” he bellowed down the hallway, “SHE’S AWAKE!”

Riley could hear the sound of doors slamming open all along the hallway, the occasional voice letting out a cheer or a “Finally!” and echoes of “She’s awake!” growing dimmer and dimmer as word spread throughout the ship. His job done, Shanks returned to her side and helped her rise into a seated position against the pillows. In a matter of seconds, her crewmates were lining up outside the door, the sound of excited chatter filling the air.

First came Beckman, his room being the next closest to hers, just on the other side of Shanks’s. He embraced her, though not as tightly as his captain had, careful not to put pressure on her injury. He cradled the back of her head in one large hand as he held her close, and she could practically feel the relief coursing through his body as he kissed the top of her head. “Goddamit, Rye, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Riley saw her fellow senior officers next, each one greeting her with enthusiasm and various levels of gentleness in their hugs. She had to practically pry Monster’s arms off from around her head. She was going to be sore, for certain, and not just from the stab wound, but she couldn’t complain. Lucky was very insistent on making her french toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast, insisting she needed a big meal to get her strength back.

Dirk and Dane came in next. Shanks filled her in on how quickly the two brothers leapt into action once she was back on this ship, and how they’d worked together to get her in stable condition. Apparently for some time they weren’t sure she’d make it, but they were eventually able to turn the situation around.

“I’m so impressed, guys,” Riley said to the brothers, after they told her of the steps they took to keep her alive, her face beaming with pride.

“What can we say?” Dane said with a smirk. “We've got a great teacher.”

Then the rest of the crew filed in shortly after and welcomed her back to the land of the living, offering hugs and some bringing flowers and handmade cards which they placed on the furniture around her room. In time, Shanks ushered the last people out, claiming Riley needed her rest, and closed the door behind them. He smiled at her, still in his pajamas, and made his way back to her bed, flopping down on it and leaning up on one bent arm, his head resting in his hand. The two held each other’s gaze for a moment before Riley spoke.

“So who was he? The guy who kidnapped me?”

“It’s a long story…” Shanks told Riley about his history with the man, about how he met him on Gold Roger’s ship and despite being a teenage idiot (Shanks’s words) managed to foil a plot to take down the Roger Pirates. Roger had apparently been very proud of him. “I’d honestly forgotten about the guy. What was apparently devastating for him was, like, a normal day for me, I guess. I had no idea he held a grudge or was even still around until I met him at the bar.”

Shanks placed his other hand on Riley’s face, his gaze softening. “And I’m so, so sorry I let him take you. I should have been able to protect you.”

“It’s not your fault, Shanks,” she replied, placing her hand over his. “However they got on board, however they snuck past the night watch, they were clearly skilled. You had no way of knowing.”

“It’s easy for you to say that. It’s my job to keep you safe.” Shanks pulled his hand from her and leaned back in the bed, his arms crossed behind his head. Riley adjusted her pillows to lay flat and laid down next to him, facing him on her uninjured side.

“So when you came to rescue me, there was this…this weird energy. What the hell was that?”

“Oh, that?” Shanks said, turning his head to face her with a grin. “That was Conqueror’s Haki.”

“I didn’t know you could do that!” Riley replied, shocked. She knew he could use Observation and Armament Haki, and had seen him do it before. She had heard tell of the third kind, but had never seen it used, and certainly didn’t expect it from Shanks. She knew how rare it was supposed to be.

Shanks shrugged, but she could tell he was proud. “To be honest, I didn’t know I could do it either. That was my first time.”

“Then how did you do it? Like, how did you make it happen?”

“I didn’t,” Shanks said. “I mean, not intentionally. Rayleigh always said that if someone has it it’ll usually show itself in times of great emotion, like anger or fear. I was both furious and terrified, so it tracks.”

“And now you can just use it whenever?” Riley asked, curious.

“I honestly don’t know,” Shanks replied. “I just sorta have to see where it goes. Maybe we’ll make a trip to Sabaody at some point and I’ll talk to Rayleigh about it.”

Riley yawned, feeling the social and physical exhaustion sweep over her.

“One more thing,” she began with a smirk. “Why were you in my bed?”

Shanks blushed, his eyes lowering at the question he wasn’t expecting to be asked. “I….I was worried about you, Rye. Honestly, I was terrified. Someone came onto our ship, to our home, and took you right out from under me. I couldn’t…I didn’t want to leave you alone.” Shanks quickly jumped out of the bed and made his way to the door, realizing for the first time how inappropriate it was to be in a subordinate’s bed, and half naked at that. “I’ll just–”

“Shanks,” Riley stated, cutting him off. “Would you stay? At least for a little while? I’m not ready to be alone yet.”

Shanks turned at her request. He could tell she was a little embarrassed to ask from the way her head was down, not meeting his eyes. “Of course.” He made his way back to the bed. Riley pulled back the covers, allowing him to slip under them and next to her. Settling on his back, he extended one arm out on Riley’s side, allowing her to curl up next to him, her head on his chest and an arm draped across his torso. Shanks brought the arm that held her up to run his fingers through her hair.

“Sleep well, Rye. Get some rest.” Riley’s eyes closed, and she was out in seconds. Shanks allowed himself to savor the feeling of her body against his for a few minutes, relishing how his fingers felt in her hair and her soft, steady breath ghosting across his chest, knowing this would never be a regular thing and he needed to enjoy it while it lasted. He couldn’t help but mentally kick himself for allowing himself to want this to be a regular thing in the first place. His heart ached a little at the thought. The feelings he’d been having for her lately were still new and scary, but they were something he’d have to deal with later. With a kiss to her forehead, Shanks closed his eyes and followed her back into the world of sleep.

“I cannot fucking believe you’re still being so stubborn! After everything that happened, why won’t you let me do this?” Riley’s voice was muffled but clear to the men standing in the hallway. Beckman, Bonk, Monster, and Limejuice were leaning against the wall outside of Shanks’s quarters, listening to the argument going on inside.

“We’ve been over this a million times, Riley, and as your captain I’m ordering you to drop it!” Shanks’s voice shot back, filled with an anger the crew rarely heard.

“How dare you pull the captain card on me?!” she shot back. “Before you were my captain you were my friend!” 

The two continued arguing behind the closed door as Yasopp approached the assembled men. 

“What’s going on, guys?” he said. With him were Lucky, Snake, and Gab.

“Mom and dad are fighting again,” drawled Limejuice sarcastically, the frustration evident in his voice. “We’re gonna talk to Shanks about it if you wanna join.”

These arguments had become a regular occurrence between Shanks and Riley since her rescue and recovery a few weeks before. Whereas before Riley’s requests to be trained on how to fight were occasional and mostly between the two of them, now she was more insistent than ever. Beckman, at least, couldn’t blame her after all she’d been through, but before recently he hadn’t seen it as his place to argue on her behalf about it to Shanks and risk creating a bigger rift in the crew. When Shanks put the crew under strict orders to not help her learn any sort of fighting or weaponry if she asked, he knew it was getting out of hand and he’d have to intervene.

Inside the room, Riley was frustrated almost to the point of tears. She hated that she and Shanks were like this when they used to be the closest of friends. In the years they’d known each other so far they’d certainly had disagreements, but they had never once raised their voices at each other. And now, it seems like it was all they did. The playful, affectionate nature of their friendship was gone, overshadowed by her intense desire to better herself, and Shanks’s stubborn refusal to allow her to do so.

More heated words were exchanged between the two before the door burst open and Riley stormed out, not paying the assembled men any mind. She turned down the hallway and entered her room, slamming the door behind her.

Beckman led the officers slowly into the room, and Snake closed the door behind them. They needed to talk about this before it got any worse. Shanks was at his desk, his face resting in his hands, but he knew they were there.

“Can I be honest with you, cap?” said Beckman.

“Of course,” Shanks said, head still in his hands.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Shanks’s head shot up. Beckman had called him an idiot a million times in the years they’d known each other, but never once in a way that let the red-haired man know that he meant it. “You’re gonna lose her if you don’t get your head out of your ass. Either as a friend, a crewmate, or both.”

Shanks let his vice captain’s words sink in. “You really think she’d leave over this?”

“I dunno,” Beckman responded, “But I don’t want to find out.”

Shanks sighed. “I just can’t bring myself to do it. I think about if I allow her to start fighting, how I put her life at risk more than it already is.” He met Beckman’s eyes, knowing the other man knew what he was talking about in a way no one else on the crew did. As the Red Hair Pirates had begun to assemble, Riley had made Shanks and Beckman promise they wouldn’t discuss her medical history with the rest of the crew. No one but them knew about the possible ticking time bomb in her DNA. “If something happened to her, if she died for me…I couldn’t live with myself.”

“That’s the risk we take living this life, boss,” Gab spoke up, his voice gentle. “We’re pirates. We put our lives at risk every day in the name of this crew. Riley’s no different, so stop treating her like she is.”

“But she is different!” Shanks said. “She’s…” She was what? His closest friend aside from Beckman? Someone he spent eight months on an island building a ship with to earn in his life? Someone he might have feelings for?

“Honestly, boss,” said Lucky, “You’re not thinking like a captain over this. You’re not thinking about what’s best for this crew and the people on it. You’re letting your feelings for her cloud your judgment.” Shanks shot him a pointed look. “Your perfectly platonic feelings. The point stands.”

Lucky didn’t always look it, but he was surprisingly perceptive, and it annoyed the hell out of Shanks how obvious his crush was to the younger man, and at least a few other officers as well. He hoped to God that Riley didn’t suspect anything. Shanks knew full well that they could never be anything. He was her captain. She was on his crew. Despite the fact that they were also friends, there was a power imbalance that he would never want to push on her. Not unless she wanted him to, anyway, and he had no indication that his feelings were reciprocated. Even having to say the words “as your captain” in a threatening manner to her had turned his stomach.

“Okay,” Shanks said quietly. “You're right. I know that, I’ve known it for a while now. I just…” He trailed off.

“We know, boss,” said Snake.

Shanks took a deep breath. “So we’re doing this, huh?”

“We’re all in,” said Bonk. “Whatever you need us to do.”

Shanks nodded. “So then here’s the plan. Beckman, you get her first. She needs to build up her strength, agility, and balance. Come up with a workout regimen for her and help her through it.”

“You got it, cap,” said Beckman with a smile.

“Next, we’ll get her started on hand-to-hand combat. Bonk, Monster, and Gab, that’s on you guys. Punches, kicks, grappling, whatever you can do. I might even get Dirk and Dane to teach her some Fishman Karate.”

Monster let out a shriek in affirmation.

“Finally, weapons training. That’s where the rest of you come in. I don’t know what she’ll be best at, so we’ll try a bunch of things until something sticks, then go from there. Got it?”

“Aye!” they replied together.

“And what about you, boss?” asked Yasopp.

“After she’s done with you guys, if she wants…I’ll start teaching her how to use Haki.” Shanks rose from his seat behind his desk. “Okay, then. You have your orders. Let’s go tell her.”

Riley laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She was reaching her breaking point in this stalemate with Shanks. It was affecting her happiness as part of the crew, and she was getting worried that his stubborn refusal to give her this one thing would destroy their friendship. Her chest tightened at the thought. The words they’d said to each other in the past few weeks were things she never thought she’d say. She hated what it was doing to her, and him. Some days she felt like she barely even recognized him anymore. She longed for a time only a few weeks ago when things were good. When their interactions were filled with laughter and affection, when he would occasionally come into her room at night and fall asleep with her, still terrified of waking up to find her gone again. She missed when they treated each other with respect. It had only been a few weeks, but it felt like forever. She wanted her friend back with every fiber of her being.

A knock at the door broke her from her thoughts. “What?” she said hoarsely.

The door opened and Beckman leaned in. “Tomorrow, sunrise. Meet me in the mess hall for breakfast, then we’ll get started.”

“Wait, what–” he shot her a wink and stepped away allowing Yasopp to take his place.

“You think you’re a slingshot person?” he asked, grinning slyly.

“Nonsense,” Snake cut in, crowding the doorway, “She’s gonna be a natural swordswoman!”

“Nah, man,” came Limejuice’s voice. “She’s a bo staff kinda girl, I can tell.”

“GUNS!!” cried Lucky from behind, his meaty fists raised in premature victory.

No, they weren’t talking about….were they?

Gab’s massive frame came next, blocking out the hall. “We’re not gonna go easy on you, Rye!” He and Bonk laughed and walked away. Monster threw a few air punches and a kick at her before running off behind them.

When the rest of the officers were gone, Shanks came and leaned in the doorway, waiting for, he supposed, some kind of invitation that it was okay to be there, that she wanted him around. She smiled broadly, and that was all he needed. He closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of the bed. A silence overtook them, strained, but healing.

“I’m sorry, Riley,” Shanks said after a while. He was looking at his hands, unable to meet her gaze just yet. “I’ve been an ass. A selfish, controlling, stubborn ass.”

“Shanks, I–”

“No, please,” he cut her off, looking up at her. “Please let me get this out first.” Riley closed her mouth, allowing him to continue. “I accepted a long time ago that I don’t have any control over whether or not you end up with Mors Cerebralis. I know there’s nothing I can do, it’ll happen or it won’t. I hope every single day that it won’t, but that’s really all I can do, is just…hope.

“So when you started asking me about getting stronger and learning how to fight, my brain sort of shut down. I know you’re in danger just by existing, and I know you’re in danger by being on this ship. This whole crew loves you and wants to keep you safe, and any of us would take any number of blows for you, no questions asked. It doesn’t bother us, but I know it bothers you, and I can’t say I don’t understand why.”

Shanks turned to face Riley, bringing a leg onto the bed and taking her hands in his. “The idea of letting you fight for me, or for us…it scares the hell out of me. I thought that by denying you the ability to learn how to defend yourself and us I was keeping you safe, but the truth is it was just about my need to control a situation I don’t actually have any control over: your fate. It was selfish, and I’m so sorry for everything.”

“Shanks…” Riley began, before she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tightly in a hug that Shanks returned in kind. “I’m sorry too, I’m sorry I was such a pest.”

“Don’t you dare,” he said, pulling away and meeting her eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. This was a me issue, and I made it a you issue. And an everyone else issue, honestly.”

Riley laughed, “Peace has finally returned to the Red Hair Pirates!”

“‘Bout time, too,” Shanks said with a smile. “The whole crew’s been down since we started fighting. We might have to celebrate our reconciliation, ya know.”

“Do you ever not want to celebrate?” Riley replied, grinning.

Shanks looked up, thinking. “When I’m hungover, usually.”

“Well then let’s go celebrate.” Riley got up from the bed and offered a hand to Shanks, who took it and rose to his feet, pulling her into another hug and planting a kiss on her head. “I missed you, Rye.”

“I missed you too.”

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1024UB CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: THINGS JUST GOT INTERESTING

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At first, San was worried that things were going to take a turn for the worse once Iseul found out about him and Gyuri, but it turned out pretty okay. San would hang out at Gyuri’s and Iseul’s pretty often since they didn’t have to tip toe around and be as secretive anymore. It was quite a relief for him, too, because that meant he and Gyuri could sit on the couch however close they wanted to without worry— well, there were still some worries because every so often, Wooyoung or Yunho would visit the apartment, and the two would have to separate so fast that San nearly got whiplash, but that wasn’t as often as he thought it’d be.

Seonghwa was still out of the group, which meant that Hongjoong still spent a lot of time at his and Yunho’s place, so San slept over in Gyuri’s room pretty much every day. He was kind of worried that Gyuri would get sick and tired of him, but she didn’t seem to mind. He truly did like spending time with her because he was usually a very clingy, affectionate person, but Gyuri could tell him when to stop without being mean about it, and that worked really well for the two of them. It was the same way he and Wooyoung were— sometimes, he truly thought Gyuri and Wooyoung were the same people, but then he would see Wooyoung do dumb shit and realize that they were definitely not the same.

Truth be told, San couldn’t help but think that his relationship with Gyuri was starting to look less like friends with benefits and more like girlfriend-boyfriend, but he didn’t want to put labels on the relationship, nor did he really feel like they were “going out.” At the end of the day, he didn’t care what their relationship was. He just wanted to be by her side all the time. His feelings were definitely stronger than hers, but he had patience. He could wait.

He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible now that they could. They would watch shows together every so often. She had odd tastes, not really opting for the rom-com type things but darker, psychological things. Lately, she was obsessed with this show that was all about finding out who kidnapped this woman’s husband and where his body was. He’d never seen Gyuri so enamored with anyone before, so seeing her completely obsessed with the male lead was a sight to behold. “What is it about him that you’re crazy about?” he asked her.

“Just look at his raw talent! He can literally play any role,” Gyuri was glued to the television.

They went quiet as they watched what Gyuri said was his raw talent. San was impressed, don’t get him wrong, but out of all the actors and shows, he still couldn’t believe this was her show.

“Isn’t this show just so good?” she asked him at the end of one of the episodes.

“Yes, but—”

“God, he’s just such an amazing actor, isn’t he?”

“I mean, yeah—”

“Especially in a detective role? Wow. Amazing. Don’t even get me started on him in a business—”

San, tired of the girl continuously interrupting her, cut Gyuri off by throwing a pillow at her. “Okay, I get it, you’re in love with the actor, but—”

“Just look at him! He’s sparkling!” she said as the next episode started.

“I’m looking. He’s attractive and talented, but I think I could do without the constant Gyuri commentary…”

“What do you mean?” Gyuri sounded pissed.

“I just want to watch the show! If you talk the whole time, then there’s no point to watching it!”

San’s face was met with the same pillow he threw at Gyuri moments before. When the pillow fell, San looked to see that Gyuri was storming off to her room. “I’m sorry, Gyu! Come back! Let’s finish the show, I wanna know what happens,” he tried to call the girl back.

Surprisingly, she did return, only to say flatly, “He planned his own death to threaten the family. The end,” before retreating back to her room.

San gasped. He stood up, his jaw dropped completely. “I cannot believe you just did that,” he choked out.

Gyuri poked her head from around the corner and stuck her tongue out while she gave him the stink eye. He did not appreciate her antics in that moment. He ran into her room and grabbed her arm. He pinned her on the bed and glared at her. However, she was holding back a laugh. He was a little relieve to see her laughing— he didn’t want to actually upset her.

“Why would you spoil it if you wanted me to watch it?” San asked with a sigh.

“I’m sorry…”

“Are you actually sorry?”

“Yes! I didn’t think you actually wanted to watch it… Please forgive me.”

“No.”

“I’ll do anything to get you to forgive me.”

“Anything?”

San could tell Gyuri regretted it the second it came out of her mouth. He couldn’t help but smirk before lowering himself on her and kissing her roughly. He definitely forgave her when he was done with her.

Iseul didn’t seem to mind that San was spending a lot of time in their apartment, but she did vocalize her frustrations to the two one fine morning.

“Guys, I know I said I wouldn’t tell anyone, but I’m getting tired of hearing Gyuri’s goddamn bed springs every other night. Could you just, I don’t know, refrain from doing this when I’m home?”

“I didn’t think we were being that loud…” San trailed off.

Iseul held her fingers super close together as she said, “Well, I’m this close to fucking losing it. Find somewhere else for your antics every so often, please.”

So, the two had to find new places to relieve whatever sexual tension resided between them, which is why San started to get a lot more comfortable with Gyuri when they were out in public. His favorite thing to do when they were on campus or with their friends was subtly tease her. No one seemed to notice, but there were certain little things that Gyuri would do when he did mess with her. For instance, when they were in the library studying together, he’d put his hand on her thigh while still continuing to focus on his work as if he weren’t touching her.

“Hey, wait, woah, what, San, please…” Gyuri said one day when his hand gripped her thigh tightly.

They were sitting side by side and working on various papers. Gyuri was looking at source materials while San was highlighting texts and taking notes in the margins. San pretended to not know what Gyuri was talking about as he responded as innocently as possible, “What’s up?”

“Can you just focus on your paper instead of doing this?” she asked while trying to move his hand away from her thigh, but he had a death grip on it; his hand was not leaving.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am focusing on my paper,” San said, his eyes still glued to the scattered papers in front of him but a small smirk forming on his face. He lightly scratched the inside of her thigh and felt her try to close her legs together to no avail.

“What the fuck happened to being shy?” She asked with a hushed tone.

“Eh, it comes and goes,” San shrugged.

“I swear…”

Gyuri tried to scoot her chair away from him, but his grip on her thigh was so tight that the small gap she managed to make between their chairs closed within seconds, his hand pulling her body back so that she was right next to him once again. With his hand that was making annotations, he pointed at one of the source materials and asked, “What’s that one for?”

“It’s for the— hey! Woah!”

San leaned over to her so that his lips were right by her ear. He was technically looking at the source materials; however he didn’t need to keep his face so close to hers to see it, but he wanted to because he wanted to feel her face get warmer and hear the catch in her breathing as the hand on her thigh traveled upwards. He felt Gyuri squirm under his touch, her hands subtly grabbing his wrist and trying to pry his hand off her thigh.

“S-san, please,” she let out breathlessly; his finger was pressing into her fully clothed crotch.

She trembled while his fingers continued to work their magic. Even through all of the layers of her clothes, he could feel her starting to get wet. He put down his highlighter and moved her leg so that it was over his thigh, giving him better access to her sweet spot. He was lucky that the table they were at was all the way in the back of the library, a place that students rarely visited. Of course, San wasn’t planning on fucking her right there at that table, but he did want to get her all hot and bothered before he led them to one of the single stall bathrooms in the library.

Something San always hated were the people who decided to have sex in public. He didn’t understand why they just didn’t wait until they got back to their homes or something to do the nasty; however, now he understood the appeal. Doing something forbidden in a public place had certain level of excitement to it that he wouldn’t be able to experience in either of their bedrooms.

When they were with friends, though, he still teased her, but not to that extent— he only pushed it a little too far when it was just the two of them in a place where none of their friends would possibly catch them. They both had every intention of still keeping their relationship secret for three reasons: one, they still hadn’t clarified what status their weird situation-ship was in; two, things were still a little rocky in the group due to Seonghwa; and three, things were just so much more fun to do when they’re secret.

He settled for doing more things unnoticeable to the naked eye when they were with friends (who were not Iseul; they were incredibly shameless in front of Iseul). When any of them were hanging out at Ze Cafe, San would intentionally “accidentally” brush his fingertips against hers as they both reached for the same item, or his shoulder would brush or bump her shoulder, and when he got up from his seat, he would lightly trace a line across her shoulders.

If they were walking in the group, his pinky would quickly link with hers, or his hand would mistakenly lightly tap her butt. If he was holding the door for them to walk through, he would slightly lean in as she walked through. He did extremely subtle things that not even Iseul noticed, but Gyuri seemed to be hyperaware of every little action San did. She always got mad at him after when it was just the two of them, but he continued to do those things because, while she did yell at him, she never told him to stop.

That was one thing San promised himself: he pretty much knew how he felt about Gyuri, but he wasn’t going to say anything until she was ready. He wanted her to pull all the shots because he knew how much she struggled with figuring out romantic feelings, and he didn’t want to push anything. He told himself that he would go at her pace and listen to whatever she wanted. He was pretty happy with what they had, so he was okay with not moving past this point until they were both on the same page. All that mattered was that they were happy and having a good time, and nothing could spoil that. Not yet, anyway.

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Title: Gyre WC: 850

“Action is my middle name. —Richard Castle, Ghosts (1 x 08)

Although it might not be apparent to the casual observer, Richard Castle is on a Kate Beckett–related roll. The timing only appropriate. April—his birthday month—is drawing to a close, and after what might have appeared to the untrained eye to be a somewhat slow start on this  front, he has had Kate Beckett in his home at least once a week, voluntarily (most of the time), no less. 

He’s closing the month out strong. That should be obvious to anyone. He has not only accomplished a four-peat, he has—this time—gotten her into his home for strictly recreational purposes. He has served her snacks. He has fetched her drinks, and if she has insisted that those drinks be of the soft variety, well, the fact that she has brought her work ethic with her does not, in any way, negate the fact that Kate Beckett—not Detective Beckett—has accepted a 100% social, completely non–work related invitation into his home. 

Along with her co-workers. And her boss. With his mother decidedly ill-cast as chaperone.  

It’s not that he regrets any of that. It’s been a thoroughly enjoyable night, talking trash, and everyone has been giving away everyone else’s tells all night, and it’s been fun. But as much as he wants do to a victory lap—as much as he wants to take the steps two at a time to the roof and call out for all of New York to hear that Kate Beckett has been in his home four weeks in a row—he looks around the table and sees the safety net he’s woven here. 

Ryan and Esposito are definitely in. 

He’d rushed to tell her that before he’d so much as though of inviting them. Poker. He had, of course, intellectually understood that poker involved multiple people. He’d just given no thought whatsoever to who those people—other than her—might be.

Oh, totally, in. They’re dying to see the loft. Dying to take my money, his hearty chuckle, he’d told himself, was totally natural. Not at all forced. As if, Beckett. As. If. 

And the Captain is a sure thing, too. He’d no sooner finished spinning the tale of the boys champing at the bit for a poker night than he found himself making a frantic mental note to bribe and/or kidnap Montgomery for a seat at the table. Oh, you should’ve heard him, going on and on about how he was going to win back his pride and his cash after the beat down he’d gotten.

The fictions as he tried to build his iron-clad case for her very definitely coming to his place for very definitely personal, social, and not at all work-related reasons had flowed freely enough to impress even himself. 

And, of course, Mother will be there. 

That horror was already spilling out of his mouth when he realized that a not even particularly hesitant yes was already spilling out of hers, and what on earth had possessed him?

It’s a question he’s been asking himself a lot over the last two months. He thinks it’s probably a question that the casual observers with their untrained eyes—who have completely  failed to notice that he is totally on a Kate Beckett–related roll—have been asking themselves: what on earth has possessed him? 

This is not his MO. Richard Castle does not do safety nets. He does not wait for the woman of his current dreams to show up when she has a murder-related problem. He does not lure her into his Bat Cave with the lowlights of his second-to-least favorite Derrick Storm novel and cow’s foot stew on the down low. He doesn’t settle for sending the world’s most gorgeous dress, enjoying a dance with her in the world’s most gorgeous dress, and never speaking of it again—at least outside the confines of her highly unflattering version of the same evening, as related to his mother and daughter. He does not suffer chaperones, and he is not a once-a-week kind of guy.

This is so pointedly not his MO that his mother, Queen of the Casual Observers, has not only noticed, she has taken matters into her own hands. She has called the woman of his current dreams and tattled on him in an apparent attempt to light a fire under one or both of them. 

He could kill her. He could just wring her neck. Except it scores him another twice-in-one-week week. It scores him another totally social in-home poker game, if one discounts the fact that she works with or for every other person he has, once again, invited to create some bizarre, very-not-Richard-Castle safety net of propriety. So maybe he should get his mother some kind of gift card or giant bouquet of thank you roses, instead, because she is here. So is the Mayor, her boss (again), and a judge, but she is here.  

He has no idea what has possessed him lately. He only knows he’s on a Kate Beckett–related roll, even if it’s a slow one. 

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Fire and Blood (chapter 15) The dragons and the bee. (dark aemond x oc, dark aegon x the same oc)

Concept: Last chapter you got kidnapped by two idiots who thought you were Helaena, and you are taken back to dragonstone. Meanwhile, Aegon and Aemond realize you are missing.

WARNINGS: Mentions of torture, non-con, dark! aemond, dark! aegon

Aegons pov.

The iron throne has been a pain in my ass ever since I was graced to live in this hellworld, and today is no different. I sit the throne, the crown of my namesake on my head.

Two of my guards bring in a young looking woman with a delicious pouting mouth and tits big enough that I'll need both hands to handle them. 'Let me guess: Prostitute?' I cheerfully ring out.

She hisses like a wildcat and dares to glare at me. I chuckle and raise my brows by her challenge. 'What? At least there is some honour in your work. I admire prostitutes.' I do. 'I have my own little whore upstairs; I fuck her whenever there's seed in my body and I fuck her good. She likes it too, the little slut.' I think of Brienne's hands on my body and notice the change of my mind instantly. I turn the thoughts off.

Ser Criston Cole speaks, reminding me that I have duties to do. 'My king. A punishment for the whore?'

Oh that yes. I think for a brief moment. What will teach this young lady that she has no business whoring herself out and should make me more popular with my very grumpy guards? Hmm.

I get an idea. 'Give her a few golden dragons and bring the whore to the guards. She is their entertainment for today. She is not to leave this castle until every single one of My guards have fucked her body.' I say coldly with a grin.

The girl screams as someone is about to slaughter her. 'You can't! I do not consent.' She really thinks I care. Shocking.

I shrug and even laugh in her face. 'I do not care. Be glad I don't take your tongue first. That would make sucking a cock more difficult.' She is carried off next and I know she'll be busy all night doing what a whore does best; Fucking lonely men.

It has been enough for today. I have my own whore waiting for me upstairs. I picture Brienne when I remove the crown from my head. I think of her lips wrapped around my cock and her brown hair that I will roughly pull before hearing her soft moans and begs ecoh through the back of my mind. I harden and I groan. I need her. Now.

I rush to her cage with big steps and ignore everyone who greets me as their king. The door of her cage is open and her bed is empty. My heart starts speeding up, and I notice I start stratching my head before running off to Aemonds rooms.

Aemond is calmly reading books when also noting things down. He looks surprised when I enter. 'Did you see Brienne? She's not in her cage.' The pencil Aemond is holding falls from his grasp.

He turns his head slightly to me. 'What do you mean?' He asks like I could not be possibly be any more clear. I thought he was the clever one.

I repeat my question, but due to my panic, the terror that slowly eats me up alive, I groan it out to my brother. 'Where is she?' I ask him. He gets up and slowly walks to me. He has his hands folded on his back and plays with one of his rings.

He scoffs and tries to play it cool, but I see the panic and anxiety written on his face. He toys with one of his rings and does not even bother to put away his beloved books. 'Do not tell me you lost her again.' He says, forgetting who he is speaking to.

He can't be serious. I made her presentable, and last night, he lost her. He is the reason she is now gone. Again. 'You were with her the last time!' I raise my voice at him. 'You fucked her and you should have put her back in her cage.' We had that thing made just for her. So far, it has not done much good as she escaped almost three times. I should have punished her disobient ass more.

A servant girl I once laid hands on wanders into Aemonds room with a letter. I shoot him a glance and raise my brows as if asking him if he too likes to touch the servants from time to time to remind them who feeds them. He glares back at me, absolutely digusted. So that's a no. 'My king, my Prince. There is a..letter delivered at the gates. One you might both have interest in.' She waves it front of us like we are both half blind. One of us is.

I huff. I do not care for letters like this. They are not important and I won't read them. I need to find Brienne. 'I do not care for adoration of my loving subjects.'

Aemond rips the letter from her hands and she squeeks as the paper cuts her. He bares his teeth at her before grabbing her wrist and slamming her against the wall. 'Out, now.' He barks at her sending her crying and fleeing from his rooms.

I chuckle. 'Mother will know you did that and have a talk with you about it. She slapped me when I first toyed with my servant girls.'

My brother laughs. 'Mother is the real reason we have fucked up tendencies in the bedroom...' His voice cuts off suddenly as he reads the letter. He hands me it the moment he is done reading it.

'They took her.' I shake my head at him laughing in disbelieve. Part of me is terrified of his face. He never looks scared but right now he looks terrified. He looks just like how I feel. I rip the letter from his hands and read it.

Dear fucking bastards It is with great pleasure and pride that her Majesty Queen Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, the rightful Queen of the seven kingdoms has managed to secure herself a pawn very dear to you both. If you want to see her back untouched and unbroken, hand me back my father's throne or suffer the consequences.

P.S: Your security is a joke.

From all the spite in my heart and the seven knows there is plenty; Rhaenyra Targaryen Queen of the seven-

I stop reading with a roll of my eyes. 'So, how did this happen? There must be someone inside who took her.'

Aemond shrugs a bit. 'Whoever they are, they are long gone.' I glare at him. He can't give up yet on her. We have to everything to get her back or die trying.

He chuckles as he sees my worried face. 'I do have one trick up my sleeve. I hoped to save this from another rainy day-' I cutt him off right away.

Another rainy day can fuck my corpse and take his other eye for all I care. We need her and we need her now. 'It's storming like a bitch, what is it?'

Aemonds lip slowly twirl into a cruel soft twisted line. 'Not what, dear brother. Who.'

---- Aemonds pov.

My special prisoner is still sleeping like a corpse. I heard from my guards it is all she does. Sleep, eat, shit, sleep, eat...

She is a living corpse. I have no use for her as she makes me nervous. She is our enemy but she is very strongminded and clever. She is dangerous. Not as dangerous as Daemon but definitely more dangerous than Rhaenyra.

She sits like dignified little queen. I loudly clap my hands startling her. I grin at her and slowly advance the cell she is in. She glares at me with her judgmental old eyes. 'Wakey wakey! I got good news about your husband.' I tell her before sitting down by her cell. She glares at me with her grayish eyes.

She judges me for a moment deciding if I do have news and if so what kind? Am I speaking the truth? Do I have ulterior motives for showing her this kindness? 'What is it?' She asks her voice a bit shaky.

I lick my lips. 'You are soon getting back to him. We decided to exchange you for someone dear to me and my brother.' There is no harm in telling her that. She will notice anyway.

She laughs and breaths through her nose with a scoffing smile. 'Brienne Beesbury or am I wrong?' Something about that old whore taking Briennes name in her mouth stirs me the wrong way.

I pretend to be calm but inside I am boiling and ready to crack her little skull like its a coconut. 'You can ask all you like, but I won't anwser you. All you need to know is that you are going home soon and that our time playing has come to an end.' I give her a seductive smirk.

She sighs and her eyes go up to the ceiling. 'I pity that girl. She has endured so much and the gods curse her with you and your brother.' She glares at me. The bitch.

I do have a thing for brats and disobedient women. Women who need a good fucking and spanking and women who genuinely like having that done to them. Brienne cries a lot and protests but deep down she needs it rough and she knows so. She's our perfect little brat. 'Careful, Rhaenys. I do have a thing for elder women.' I know I am scaring her. 'I might squirt a son inside your old whore womb before sending you away.' I won't ever touch her not even with gloves. Who knows what that disgusting Seasnake gave her?

'Now, my guards-' I turn my head but she interrupts me. 'Aegons guards.' That is unforgivenable in my eye.

She has not learned proper respect. If Brienne wasn't in danger I would keep this old whore and tame her properly. Make her a crawling little pet. 'Your husband should have spanked you more.' I do think he did not ever did that. He does seem like the disgusting honorable type.

She scoffs once more. 'Hm. I am not scared of you.'

I lean in and grab the keys and my dagger. 'You should be.' I warn her before entering her cell. I take my knife and cut her face leaving a ugly mark. 'Oops,' I slowly say popping the s.

She spits in my face. I grin before wiping it away. 'Yes, spit on me. When your house grumbles, I'll take your granddaughters as well. I like them strong-willed. Makes breaking them even sweeter. Especially Baela aged really well. I look forward to being the first men to teach her what it means to be a woman.'

She screams before attacking me. I block her attack easily and twist her arms before pinning her against the walls of her cell. 'Tell your granddaughters we are coming soon, tell those disgusting bastards and tell them good: You tried to touch what's ours, now we will touch what is yours.' --- Briennes pov.

You wake up on a soft couch in a cold looking stone hall. You be stupid to not regonize who kidnapped you by now. The Blacks. And you are definitely at Dragonstone. You always wanted to see the ancestral seat of House Targaryen. But not like this.

A man with long silver hair stands with his back to you and is studying a glowing map. Aemond. What is he doing here? You sit up too quickly and get up from the soft couch. You don't make it two feet within his direction before collapsing to the ground and throwing out your food.

The man turns around. It is not Aemond. It is Daemon Targaryen. You have small wisps of puke still dangling from your chin as you slowly sit on the cold ground. He smiles kindly at you, but his eyes are burning. 'Looks like someone is awake.' He says with a smirk you find oddly familair to Aemonds.

You shake your head as he advances and grabs you by your hair, dragging you back to the couch. 'Ow Ow Ow! Stop!' You beg, terrified. He chuckles and throws you back on it.

You moan in pain and remain there accepting your fate. 'Notify the Queen that our important guest is awake. And get me some special tea.' He says addressing a servant girl. She scurries off to obey her master.

Everything hurts. From your hair until your toes and even breathing hurts. You never felt more feverish and ill. 'I don't understand...' You weakly mutter. You don't. You are not the Queen. What are you doing here? They were looking for the prince? But why?

The rogue prince has enough of your questions and stupidity. 'You will soon.' He bites out. The girl returns with a cup of moontea that Daemon holds. You understand it is meant for you.

The Queen is announced and enters the rooms with quick but graceful steps. You notice she wears the classic Targaryen black and red. You never knew you'd miss a colour that much. It feels familair and trustworthy. You feel safe.

You manage to get up. You fall to your knees but manage to keep your head up and bow for your Queen. She has lost more than weight. She has lost that spark in her eyes. The soul is gone, and the body remains.

'My queen,' your voice sounds very weak and soft. Yet she hears you perfectly. 'I am sorry for your father and your son. I am sorry-' You are, but a cough interrupts you.

The Black Queen has no mercy for you. You are a traitor to her. And that hurts you deeply. 'You were mistaken for Queen Helaena. What were you doing in my brother's rooms?' Daemon smirks at you when you blush, and you know that you need to tell her the truth or you'll die.

You think back to how it all began. How he and Aemond started it. 'Aegon loves me. We have a ..affair.' You admit not meeting her eyes. She scoffs. You hide Aemonds involvement for now.

The rogue prince walks his wife to a chair so she can sit. She does so. He follows her example while you are still on your knees sick and coughing. 'Your father would be disappointed if he knew.' You find that a very inappropriate comment given recent events.

Then it hits you. You didn't tell them, your father is dead, and the Greens for sure had other things on their minds: They do not know that he is dead.

You toy with your bracelets. 'Father is dead.' You confess softly.

Rhaenyra stares at you in shock. Even Daemon has sorrow in his eyes. The queen slowly turns her head. 'No...' she whispers.

You realise that you can make this harmful for the Greens. But only if you tell them everything. 'I saw his body myself. Ser Criston Cole killed him when he defended you, your grace, and he paid the ultimate price for his loyalty. Yet he did not hesitate to speak up for you. He died a hero and for what is right. He wouldn't have it any other way.' And you know that deep down, that is the truth.

Rhaenyra needs a moment to gather her thoughts. 'He ...He remained loyal? Even when they threatened his life?' She plays with one of her rings. You think so.

But you never know for sure. You weren't there. Aemond and Aegon weren't there either, and they will never tell you the truth. You tell them what Aemond told you. 'According to Aemond, it was all an accident, but I do not believe him or trust his word. I was not there and only had his word that it was an accident.'

You think back of that day. Aemond didn't even intend to tell you until you threatened to reveal to his mother how he fucked you with his brother. 'I tried to flee to Dragonstone the moment I discovered my father was dead, and they were planning to steal your throne.' You fall silent as you realise now you need to tell the embarrassing part of the story.

Daemons brows go up in confusion. 'So what stopped you?' You think back of Aemond. How he chained you to his bed and how he waited until Aegon was free so they could both have fun with you.

Your memory comes back, and you relive everything that you tried so hard to burry. 'Brienne?' You do not even notice yourself backing away and tearing up.

'Nothing. I didn't feel like travelling.' You lie.

Rhaenyra slowly tilts her head and stands up from her chair. She walks to you before gently taking your hands into her own. 'You can tell us, sweet child. You are safe here.' She promises you. You do not know whether to trust her or not. She is their enemy. But she is not your enemy.

You try to remain strong as tears roll down your cheeks. 'Aemond stopped me. He brought me to Aegon. They decided I needed to be taught a lesson. That's all I want to say on that if you don't mind.' You have to keep some of your dignity.

Rhaenyra reaches out once more Her face crumpled in anguish and disgust. 'When was the most recent attack of them?' She asks, catching on.

You feel ashamed. 'There eh was a celebration last night for Aemond.' You try not to give the details that Aemond was celebrated and hailed a hero for killing her son.

Daemon's blue eyes briefly glance at his wife before he gives you a cold stare that demands you to continue. You are terrified because it reminds you so much of Aemond. It is like looking into a mirror. 'His nameday?' Daemon guesses. You shake your head. 'I wish. He was celebrated because of his killing of Lucerys.'

Rhaenyra puts the cup of moontea in your hands and gestures for you to sit down. She sighs and keeps touching her rings.

Daemons voice roughly rings out full of anger and eagerness. 'You treat her too kindly. She is our prisoner.' He speaks in high valyrian. You can understand them just fine, but you won't let them know that just yet.

The Queen smirks. 'Treat her like an enemy, and she won't share the information we need. We have a powerful hostage. They are both in love with her. They'll want her back.' She is very certain of her case. You are not.

'What if they won't? What if they had their fun and have moved on? They aren't exactly the most loyal two men we know.'

The Black queens lips slowly curl into a cruel grin full of sadism. 'If they don't collect her: We'll feed her to our dragons. They love the taste of honey.'

--- Your imprisonment at the Blacks is much more pleasant than it was at the Greens. You are not put away in a cage as if you are a dangerous animal. You are allowed to walk freely under guard. You do so and explorer much history of the castle as Jace tells you about the ancestral seat of his ancestors.

Sometimes the Queen herself joins in with stories about her family too. It is fascinating and marvelous that you are even allowed inside the castle. You take the time to admire every little detail and learn every story. The rogue prince finds you suspious and fake. You do not care for his opinion. Jace walks you around the portrait gallery. 'As you can see, my grandmother was a great beauty. She died birthing my uncle, Baelon.' Jace says and points to the portrait of the young but stunning Queen. She has something in her eyes you see in his eyes and in her daughter's. Kindness. Hope. Unity. A kind rare soul.

Despite he never knew her personally, Jace takes great pride into his ancestry and lights a candle for the Queen. 'I am sorry to hear. It must not have been easy for your mother, being an heir that young, losing her mother and her brother on the same day.' You mean it. You know what it's like to lose your father and your safety the same day.

'You still have a brother, then?' He is fishing for information, but you do not care. What will do with that information anyway?

You are amused he thinks you are fit to rule HoneyHolt. You do miss your old home. But with the Hightowers still ruling the Reach, it is not safe for you to return. 'Oh, I am not even remotely in line for the seat of HoneyHolt. There is my brother, Taryence, my sister Annalyse, and even the children of Annalyse. Our current heir would be Alan, her son.' Your father had you very late, and Alan is the rightful heir according to the laws. You are not looking to usurp his seat.

You speak the sentence below Aemma's painting. 'A mother for a mother, a daughter for a daughter.'

Jace chuckles. 'Your Valyrian is very good. Your mother must have been quite the teacher.' He says very kindly. You are touched by his kindness.

You touch the rings on your fingers. One of them was hers. 'She was. Speaking Valyrian... It feels like the only way to have a connection with her. It's why it became so difficult for me when they appointed me as the prince's tutor.' You recall the first days as horrible and terrifying. You did not know Aegon well, but his reputation as a difficult student preceded him everywhere.

You notice Jace's walls going back around him. He distances himself from you again, becoming the proper prince. 'You mean a lot to them.' You scoff at that.

You are not sure. Maybe once. But not anymore. They have wives and futures ahead of them. You are just a toy. 'I am not sure if that is true. They have done unspeakable things, Jace. I am sometimes scared of them.' The cage was too much. The possessiveness and the rough sex are too much.

The prince of dragonstone chuckles. 'Obviously. They are Targaryens. We scare every sane person.' He waits a moment before stratching his head.'Can I ask you something?'

'Of course.' You say preparing yourself for the difficult questions. Perhaps he will ask you something insanely personal. Maybe he will demand something from you.

Jace thinks for a moment and tells you his idea. 'If the Reach was cleared of the Green curse, would you like to go home again?' The curse. He makes it sounds so simple. So fairytale like. You like it.

'I-' You didn't consider that. But you nod. Eagerly. 'Yes. I would like that very much. I miss my family.'

You do, and you want to see your sister and brother again. But most of all, you miss your home. Your real home.

Jace excuses himself when his tutor comes to pick him up for his High Valyrian lesson. You fight the urge to go with him. It is not a good idea to be friendly with princes . The past weeks have taught you that.

Baela Targaryen and her sister Rhaena join you in the study. You smile brightly at them. Baela scoffs at your attempts before leaning in closer. 'Just so you know: You may have Jace and Rhaenyra wrapped around your finger, but we know that you are nothing but a traitor. My dad is watching you.' You feel your heartbeat increase. You feel something break within you.

Instead of berating her, running, or crying at her insults, you lift your chin and walk calmly to the rooms where Jace disappeared to. You smirk before closing the door behind you.

-- That evening goes perfectly. You and Jace have a blast together talking about old history and books. He also promises to take you flying. And after dinner You two dance just like old times. Much to Baelas hatred. She eyes you like she sees her enemy, and you smile before slowly turning around Jace and ending with your arms wrapped around him.

The Queen gets a message from the Maester and interrupts your dance. You can see something has happened. Something terrible.

She goes to you and hands you the letter but not before breaking the news to you first. 'The Greens have attacked your family. They have taken your sister. Your brother has announced you will be fighting for the Blacks. Your sister was raped and her body was cut into pieces and spread across the Reach. We know for certain the Greens are behind this.' She says.

You freeze and your legs threathen to drop you. You clutch your chest and cry. Jace growls next to you. 'Those animals. We can not let this stand!' You are intrigued by his outburst.

The Queen continues her reading. 'Already the houses lining up for the Black cause is raising. Your sister was very loved, Brienne. The stories of how your father died also help our cause. And now that you are free of Aemond and Aegons cruelty you can also help our cause with exposing them for who they really are.' You freeze slowly shaking your head. It's too much.

Jace sighs deeply and shakes his head at Baela. Her smile drops. He waits and sighs. 'We need to take advantage of this development. We need to show the Greens that the Blacks have the backs of the Reach.'

'I am listening.' His mother says open for ideas and suggestions. Daemon scoffs but waits his turn. 'Let me marry Brienne. Free me of Baela and let me take Brienne as my wife. We can show the Reach that we take care of the Beesbury at her lowest point and we can convince them to keep sending their banners to our cause.' You do not believe what you are hearing. You are convinced you are dreaming. This is too much. Too much insanity.

'Jace i-' you try to speak but no words come out.

This is insanity. You eye the Queen helplessly. Baela is his wife to be by right and agreement. Corlys Velaryon is a dangerous man to upset. 'We can't. You have a betrothed. Her name is Baela. She is beautiful and clever and she is the rightful woman for the Iron throne after your mother has passed.' You speak kindly to Jace.

You nod in respect to Baela. 'I realise I upset you with my behaviour and for that I apologise. I do not wish to create tension between you and your husband to be, Baela. I do not.'

'The plan can work. She is unmarried. Mother, you understand that we need the Reach. I will do my duty and wife Brienne and provide for her. She will be my wife.'

'That is insanity! I am a true Targaryen princess! She is a whore!' Baela slams with her fists on the table and she burst into tears.

Daemon does nothing to help his poor daughter. 'How will this help us?'

Jace continues. 'It will show everyone that we are united as one front against the Greens of Oldtown. We will stand united with the Beesburies and we will make them Overlords of the Reach when we are done with killing the Hightowers.' And of course deal a massive blow to Aemond and Aegon in the process.

'What if your plan does not work?' Daemon asks. Jace shrugs. 'I have something planned out.' He takes off one of his rings and sinks to his knees next to you before grabbing your hands so you cannot turn away from him. 'Brienne my love. Will you accept? Will you let me make you my queen?'

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it was a jace story all along!

No im just kidding haha

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Six in canonicaly loved by Hargrave, Chase and probably Sophia. And has big bro who loves him. Maybe when he got to Core Tech, Chase, since he felt guilt about Six, would take care of him. If Chase was an adult, he could adopt him(even if Six is his biological son). Actually, if Six was taken by Core Tech and he was his real age, there would be kinda simmilar situation with Six/Eira and their first child, cause Chase would be young dad, but he would be single one and parents here to help. Maybe Chase and Sophia would notice that Six seems hopelessness and tried to make things better for him, maybe even or giving him to Hargrave or allowing them to meet and maybe even, of course under control, to stay Hargrave with Six for day or few.

Six is loved by people, he just has a hard time thinking he is due to Klipse's influence on him. Once Six is freed from Klipse, he finally realized that there are other people who would have been the best family for him.

Unless it's Jeredy, but Sophia will overrule any of his decisions because she already loves Six. Like Sophia knows what Six technically is to her, and she's not caring one bit. Woman has been kidnapped from her son since Chase was a child and put through the ringer, you think she's gonna care that she's technically a young grandmother? No, Six is her family, and that's final Jeredy!

Chase would be the same. He knows he and Six have some bad blood, but given how Klipse brainwashed Six to only believing that Chase and the Sunos are enemies, Chase is determined to show Six that Klipse has always lied to him and that he does care for Six by giving him therapy and familial care so Six can know he is a part of the Sunos. It's a very slow process, but that's normal for people who're figuring out how brainwashed they've become, and Six and Chase are doing it step by step. If Chase was an adult, and he might have been pushing to eighteen by the end of the series, he would love to adopt Six as a Suno. If Six in his actual age, Chase would still care for him even if it meant he's now a teenage single parent because Six is a child who needs all the parental care and guidance he deserves, and yes, there would be some rocky time, but no parent is that perfect (Looking at you Jeredy).

Team Core themselves would help with Six despite all the bad blood since they want to know who Six is outside of being Six Klipse, the clone of Emmanuel Klipse. They want to know if Six can be his own person and try to get him to understand that Six is freed from being 'just a clone' and to be more what he wants himself to be. I think Dax and Beyal would be the two other than Chase to help care for Six. Dax was another one of Klipse's victims so he wants to see Six heal from being a victim of Klipse. Beyal is the kindest of Core Tech and their spiritualist so he'd try to get Six to find the peace within his broken soul. Jinja and Bren are there, they're just watching Six and care for him in their own way, even Jinja tones down her sarcasm.

But, if Sophia and Chase see that Six is in depression over losing his other family members on the Klipse side, they would take Six to see Hargrave, Dom and Drezz so he can be happy with the Klipses who do care and have love for him. They know they can trust Hargrave with Six since the butler doesn't seem to want to break Klipse out. And why would he when Hargrave can finally have the parental relationship he wants with Dom? And to add Drezz and Six back into their broken, but healing family? Klipse can stay in prison, Hargrave wants the clones, not the man who made them. Of course Six can't always stay with Hargrave and his brothers, but having sleepovers with him is better than not having any moment with his Klipse family. In a way, Six now has two birthdays, Christmases, Halloween and New Years with both the Klipses and the Sunos.

Six really did get something good out of all his tragedies. He got two families and that's before he got married to Eira!

#monsuno #anon ask