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#idk its just something about the tone of hos voice and the look on his face
winnie-the-monster · 2 years
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"Lady Crane was right about you."
"Lady Crane? What did she say?"
"That you cared for me. That you would never forsake me. I'm beginning to believe that now."
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ao3feed-tododeku · 2 years
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Of Fire and Fern
Of Fire and Fern by Dawn Till Dusk
"Shouto, look at me." Izuku's voice was here, his bright eyes somehow right in front of him. Ho– How had he missed them before? "What happened?"
"The forest," Shouto could hear himself clearly, too clearly, hear every jagged edge of his broken voice, the raw emotion dripping from every word that left his mouth. "It's gone. I– Its– They're all dead because. Because of me"
"Wha–"
"I killed them Izuku," he sobbed, idly registering the fact his eyes had not, in fact, run dry. "I just– I dropped a torch and all of them died. Everything's gon–"
"Who– Shouto," Izuku's voice was serious now, not a trace of the soft comforting tone he'd used previously. "What are you talking about? Who died?"
"Dryads!" the sound tore itself from Shouto's throat, echoing through the empty space. "Hundreds of them, and they're all dead. And– And I killed them."
Or: Shouto's hand is forced to do something he never wanted to. He runs to a source of unending comfort for him. His boyfriend... will he still accept him as the monster he's become?
Words: 9290, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 14 of The Art of Battle (Fic Fight 2022)
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor & Todoroki Shouto
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mythology, Nymphs & Dryads, Prince Todoroki Shouto, Dryad Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Battle, Forests, Arson, is it arson? idk lmao, Fire, Running Away, Death, But no actual characters die
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39646236
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ladysunamireads · 2 years
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Of Fire and Fern
Of Fire and Fern by Dawn Till Dusk
"Shouto, look at me." Izuku's voice was here, his bright eyes somehow right in front of him. Ho– How had he missed them before? "What happened?"
"The forest," Shouto could hear himself clearly, too clearly, hear every jagged edge of his broken voice, the raw emotion dripping from every word that left his mouth. "It's gone. I– Its– They're all dead because. Because of me"
"Wha–"
"I killed them Izuku," he sobbed, idly registering the fact his eyes had not, in fact, run dry. "I just– I dropped a torch and all of them died. Everything's gon–"
"Who– Shouto," Izuku's voice was serious now, not a trace of the soft comforting tone he'd used previously. "What are you talking about? Who died?"
"Dryads!" the sound tore itself from Shouto's throat, echoing through the empty space. "Hundreds of them, and they're all dead. And– And I killed them."
Or: Shouto's hand is forced to do something he never wanted to. He runs to a source of unending comfort for him. His boyfriend... will he still accept him as the monster he's become?
Words: 9290, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 14 of The Art of Battle (Fic Fight 2022)
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor & Todoroki Shouto
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mythology, Nymphs & Dryads, Prince Todoroki Shouto, Dryad Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Battle, Forests, Arson, is it arson? idk lmao, Fire, Running Away, Death, But no actual characters die
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39646236
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writingforyuh · 3 years
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Hi! How are you? First of all, I would like to tell you that my native language is not English, so I hope you can understand if I make a mistake writing this :( so, what I came here for is to request a Bucky Barnes x Male reader where the reader has the power of Mystique from x-men, I guess you know who I'm talking about haha, maybe it can be about the first time they met, they can be partners or enemies, I don't know, I trust you'll do something good, thanks for read xoxo
a/n: so... the first thing i want to say its sorry; you, my dear anon, gave me a damn good idea, but it is so good, soo goooood, that i think that i didn't something on the deserved level. But anyways, i hope you like it, this one was a bit complicated to do, so it may be not so good. Also, from now on, in my stories, i will be naming our reader(you). 'Cause for me, it's strange not to use a name or nickname sometimes, and i'll not use y/n or relateds, not that i don't like, i read a lot of fics with y/n, it's just that i don't want to use. On this one, i used Mystique's name, Raven. I also discovered that i can't center the txt when it's a reply like this one. I'm wheeping fandom: marvel/captain america/the falcon and the winter soldier too(?) words: 1.880 words/10.311 characters warnings: idk shapeshifting?, a tad fluff in the end, fight
Bucky Barnes x Male!Mystique!Reader
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"The way you are"
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As you walk away through the sidewalk, you shapeshift into a black woman, your blue skin turning brown, your yellow eyes turning green, your body changing to fit the appearance you want. In a mere second, the transformation it's done. Your clothes and ravenous hair are the only things that stay the same. You are going to a Japanese restaurant to pay a visit to a friend. Honestly, it's not exactly a restaurant, but you quite like the place. It's the only one place you feel secure enough to turn into something close to what you look. Though today you will be going with another look. Arriving at the place, which luckily wasn't so crowded today, you take a seat, waiting for your friend, who is the attendant, Leah. She is the only one who knows about your power and actual appearance. It was a dangerous decision to tell her about it, although you don't regret doing it. When she looks at you, you blink, so she knows that it's you. Before going to you, she passes on the kitchen and takes a plate full of sushi and other things and offers to you, on the house. You accept though you insisted on paying for all that. Leah ever treats you like you are special or something. You'll never admit that you like it despite all the refuses. She makes you feel... normal.
"So, how was the investigation today?" Leah asks, closing the distance through the counter You sigh, trying to hide things of Leah it's almost impossible, "Well, from what I discovered, the guy I'm after, that Ruin, works alone. I paid a visit to his former workmate-," "You paid a visit?" she interrupts you. "I... may or may not have invaded his house and gently asked about his old friend?" "Gently asked?" Leah raises an eyebrow for you, "Well, and then?" "Then, he said that he never heard that name or anything related for almost two years. What proves my theory that Ruin is working alone," you explain. "That's good," she states, surprised, "and you have an idea of where it's his hideout?" "Actually, no. But I heard some strange things about that famous club on the south that links with my guy," you explain, showing her a photo of the place on the phone. "That's Noapte Senina. You never heard about it?" "Why would I-" you stop yourself when Leah frantically passes his palm like cutting close to her neck.
The person who entered the establishment sits on the chair near you, and he isn't alone. Yuri is with him. The elderly sit on the chair next to the guy. Your friend walks away to serve customers, not before winking at you. As she goes, you gaze at that strange man: short brown hair, blue eyes, a bulky body, and a leather glove on the left hand. You never saw that guy here, yet he and Yuri seem good friends. In the middle of it, your eyes encounter his. A slight smile is now on his lips, one that makes your face burn a bit. You look away, regretting that eye contact. It's undeniable that he's handsome.
"You should ask her out," you almost choke with one sushi when Yuri said that.
Though you could shapeshift your body and everything that it covers, you still a man. However, the problem is not that he is a guy, but that he doesn't know that you are also one.
He says something to Yuri before turning to you, "I'm sorry for him, I... uh, you can call me Bucky." "Don't worry about it," you clear your throat, recovering your composure, "I'm Raven." "It's a... good name," he tries a compliment. That takes a chuckle of you, "Well, thanks. Bucky's not a bad name too." This time he let a giggle out, and damn... what a smile.
You two stay chatting for a while. Bucky is an unusual person, and come on! The man is so damn handsome, and being honest, you wanted to have more time with him, but you couldn't, you shouldn't.
"I need to go. But, it was nice to meet you, Bucky," you smile at him. At first, Bucky's expression seems to upsets, but as fast it seems, his serious countenance comes back, "It was… nice to meet you too." As you get up, you blink for Leah. She covertly nods to you. "Oh, look, wait!" It's Bucky's voice who's at you, "I... wanna know... ahm, we... if we maybe could see each other again?" You feel a twinge in your heart, and still, that doesn't stop you from doing what is necessary, for the sake of both, "I think that this won't."
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It's late-night already. You didn't tell Leah about what you were planning to do tonight. You are with that same appearance as before, but now wearing a crop top with jogger pants, the most normal, the better. You read those big and bright letters: Noapte Senina. The place's full. There's loud music that's echoing the whole space. People everywhere, dancing, drinking, or just vibing along with the rhythm. You take a seat on the counter and ask for something not too strong to drink. While waiting, you run your eyes through the crowd of strangers, searching for your prey. The barman man brings your drink. You silently thank him with a nod. Taking a sip, you feel something that tastes like strawberry. It's better than you thought. You take another sup before trying another time to search for your target. Leaning against a wall with two women under his arms, a man probably in his mid-40s with an eye patch, "There you are..." you murmur. In a single gulp, you finish your drink. On your feet, pretending that you are dancing, you swiftly pass through the people on the way. Then out of nowhere, someone suddenly appears in front of you. You don't have time to figure a way of dodging, so you bump in.
"Ouch, I'm sorry. I didn't see you-" your voice fades when seeing in who you bumped in, "B-Bucky?!" "Raven?" his eyes widens. "I-I... what are you doing here?!" "I am... trying out this "club" thing," the brunette rubs the back of his neck, "but, well, I thought that we wouldn't see each other again." His word makes you redden, "This is only a co-coincidence, bu-but yet, I'm still doing something important, and if you excuse me," you say, walking over him. "Please wait," he grabs your wrist, "I-" "Bucky, let me go, now!" you demand. "Please just hear me!"
Even a plea won't work. You slide your hand through his glove, freeing yourself.
"Dammit! Raven!" he shouts.
You only ignore, walking away from him. Probably it's a good idea to shape into a different appearance, but there are too many people here that could notice. You take a deep breath and shale your shake your head before looking for Ruin again...
"FUCK!" you curse.
The man isn't in the same place as before. Frantically searching for him, your eyes catch a glimpse of his face. He entered the toilet, the male one. As you walk to the same as his, you lower your head. With your present look - a feminine one - someone could think something strange, but come on! It's the 21st century! Do people still care about these types of things? As you enter, it's evident that there's only one door closed. You look one last time to the entrance, confirming that no one is coming. You are ready to kick the Ruin's door on.
"Wait! Raven!" Bucky screams.
The brunette's eyes widen when the door collides with you, pinning you into the wall.
"Ohoho, so I really was being spied! I thought that Ramirez was only being a coward when he said that someone was hunting me, but look what we have here! You two are from the FBI?" Ruin asks. His voice's heavy, somewhat matching with him. Bucky doesn't say anything but rushes on the man, eyes on fire. He aims a left jab at the other's face. Ruin evades, kneeing the abdomen of the brunette, which throws him backward.
"HA! That's all you've-"
Before he can finish, you, recovered from the earlier impact, swing your body upwards, then scissors your legs around the Ruin's head, spins around his body, and rotate your legs downwards, take downing him. His head hits the ground directly, passing him out. With the rest of your energy, you handcuff him. A trembled gasp escapes of you.
"Wow..." Bucky's notably amazed by what you did. "Why did you follow me?!" you scream in your knees, panting, "Why did I follow you? Why you came after this man? You knew that he's a dangerous criminal?" He shouts back. "That's exactly why I came after him! That's what I do!" "What? You are a vigilant?" his mocking tone enrages you. "What if I-" An enormous pain progresses throughout your whole body. You passed too much time transformed. "Raven? What happened?" He lifts himself, running to your side, "Sam! I need support here, Now!"
You need to go back to your natural form, but how would you do that now? You force your body the best you can to maintain your shape.
Bucky puts you in his arms, "Raven, what's happening?!" desperation on his voice.
You tried your best to preclude that. However, you needed to do that. Your body slowly regains its blue color. Your eyes recover their yellow tone. The only thing that stays the same it's your ravenous hair and clothes. Simple as that.
"I'm... sorry..." you slowly say.
Bucky's eyes widen. The only thing you can do is think how disgusted he would be to see your pure form, how he would feel cheated by you. It wouldn't be a surprise for you. But that won't happen. You only feel Bucky's arms around you, hugging you tight.
"Please... don't scare me out this way..." his voice muffled in your neck. That puts you in a mess of red, "What... are you... do-" "I don't know too... I just... wanna hold you..." he intermits, "On the moment I saw you, I felt something strange and I-" This time you cut him off, pushing yourself away from the embrace, "Bucky, I'm strange! I'm fucking blue! I'm not even a woman! I'm a damn aberration, and I fucking tricked you!" your voice burning your throat. "You are saying that you are different and that you are a man? So what? I'm also a man and have a vibranium arm," he takes his left glove, showing his vibranium hand. "C'mon, Bucky... this'... completely different," you lowered your eyes, you couldn't look at his now.
Bucky has a strange power over you. How someone you barely know can mess with you this way?
"It's not. I don't care about your color or anything. I... think I like you... the way you are," one of the brunette's hand in on your wrist again, but this time it's a gentle and soft touch. the other lifts your face, so he could look in your eyes.
Bucky's now in a blush too. There's a grin on his face. For the first time in years, he feels that something good may happen in his life, and it is you.
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everything i love about hunchback of notre dame
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Olim -  i love the build up at the end into bells of notre dame 
bells of notre dame -  ”and some say the soul of the city’s the toll of the bells, the bells of notre dame” the fact that it’s esmeralda singing it. we’re already off to a great start.  jehan’s voice is so nice it’s beautiful the foreboding saints after jehan dies and right into the “ahhhhs’ “and the saints regarded frollo from their stone facade and he felt their gaze as if it were the eyes of God” - the difference between the stone saints for frollo and quasi is so interesting. One sees them as terrifying, boring into his soul because of his darkness within, while the other sees them as his friends and aid on his journey.  the way frollo says quasimodo “now here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of notre dame” “what makes a monster and what makes a man?” - song by Quasi. It just makes me tingle, I love it.  the way this song sets up so many motifs is just so good
Out There -  the beginning is manipulation 101 (it is I alone, your only friend, how can i protect you, etc)  michael arden is an icon i swear. he is phenomenal. his e m o t i o n “but part of theeeeeem and Ooooooout there” “out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives”  “heedless of the gift it is to be them. if I were in their skin I’d treasure every instant” “i swear i’ll be content with my share. won’t resent won’t despair old and bent I won’t care. I’ll have spent oooone daaay out theeeeeeeeeere” Amazing, showstopping, what a way to open a show and introduce a character, I cry almost every single time
Topsy Turvy pt. 1 -  “somehow i can wander through this helter skelter without fear now. no one sees i’m here now out here in the woooorld!” ugh i love him  “on the sixth of januervy” too catchy
Rest and Recreation -  I used to hate this song but now i’ve matured and learned that it is amazing I just love the tune, idk, it’s so fun and catchy until you get to the bridge and that’s what i love “rest and recreaaaaaa- four years at the front...” that’s on ptsd “the air filled with a stench of bodies in a trench. whoever pays the most i call my liege.” just the bitterness when he says that line. Amazing.  “and whatever i do i’ll make sure this is true i will never go back again.” i literally adore this part so much. it gives him so much motivation. and then we go right back into him being flirty because he’s covering up his ptsd with fun “But for a few night fun is my mission” oh me oh my that’s very attractive he sounds so awkward talking to frollo im going to cry  “there is no time for rest and recreation,” poor guy
Rhythm of the Tambourine -  “flash of an ankle flip of a skirt...come see me dance, hey what can it hurt?” I just love how she sings this part its so well done the dance break music is amazing. it’s just so nice and a great vibe.  “this girl who is she” the layers!!!! all three of them doing it in rounds!!! I love it!!! “she dances like the devil//she dances like an angel//an angel” AHHHHH beautiful, great way to show the differences in characters “but with such fire// such fire” I am in love with this line oh my gosh. like frollo is thinking about hellfire and pheobus is just like heart eyes i am also in love with esmeralda thank you
Topsy Turvy pt. 2 -  “aren’t you going to join in on the competition?” she’s so cute and pretty and i love her “we asked for the ugliest face in paris and we found him, aye?” love  “eeev...ry..bod...y”  “Hail to the king....oh what a king...girls give a kiss...we’ve never had a king like this!” just so much fun to sing 
Into Notre Dame -  “how could you do this to me?” more manipulation  “like a begger recieving an alm.” i love a good simile “the light of notre dame” I love the way she sings this, it’s just so good 
God Help the Outcasts -  “were you once an outcast too?” i love this because the answer is yes. Jesus was treated as other because of His teachings. He was most definitely an outcast, literally cast out of so many different towns. And He does listen to her prayer and it just makes me so emotional.  i literally...there is nothing wrong with this song. everything about it is beautiful.  “God help the outcasts or nobody will” chills every single time “I ask for love I can possess. I ask for God and hos angels to bless me” right into “I ask for nothing, I can get by” I LOVE IT SO MUCH it’s so beautiful.  the chorus of this show deserves a raise “but I know so many less lucky than I” really helps to show Esmeralda’s character a lot I think. 
Top of the World -  such a beautiful song like I could write the entirety of this song here because I love it so much I love the saints part so much the part when the saints are singing and esmeralda are singing is just beautiful especially the part “here at the top of the world(E)//look at you sitting at the top of the world(S)” “the two of us sitting/the two of us sitting/the two of you sitting” right into “On top of the world!” one of my favorite parts of the entire show oh my goodness. The way Quasi, Esmeralda, and the Saints all blend together so well is just askjhfklafkj
Tavern Song -  I can’t not dance to this song oh my it’s so so so fun.  just like the melody especially during “in the dark of the night, in the dead of the winter...come keep me warm until morning” I LOVE  It gives me very much Jack and Rose vibes from that part in Titanic “with the taste of the wine, hold me close while we’re dancing, but I hear you sighing, winter is dying, you’ll keep me warm until morning” HER VOICE IS SO GOOD the cross between the tavern folk singing and frollo singing in the Hellfire tune is just so good. just so good. i’m going to cry this show is beautiful.  the fading “come keep me warm until morning”s is UGH so good
Heaven’s Light -  When I tell you how much I adore this song.... his voice is just so soothing. the little flute thing in the background is just so sweet the way he sounds so happy the first time he says “Heaven’s light” i love him so much “but” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i cannot  “I swear it must be heaven’s liiiiiiiiiiiiiiight” one of my favorite notes in the entire show i swear it’s so beautiful also the bells of notre dame going right into Hellfire....ICONIC
Hellfire -  One of my favorite villain songs ever. Especially in this version, you can really hear his inner turmoil over Esmeralda. and i just love it.  from the get go, frollo is trying to put him above everyone (”you know i am a righteous man”, “so much purer than...”) and yet he is still struggling with lust like everyone else...he’s still a sinner “i feel her, i see her, the sun caught in her raven hair, is blazing in me out of all control” SO GOOD  “Like fire, hellfire” go look back at what he says in rhythm of the tambourine because it’s the same thing and i just “is turning me to sin” blaming esmeralda for his own sinful thoughts. it is not her that is turning him to sin. he is sinning of his own accord. but also the desperate way he says sin is always so interesting  “it’s not my fault, i’m not to blame, it is the [roma] girl, the witch who set this flame! It’s not my fault, if in God’s plan, he made the devil so much stronger than a man!” I really really love this series of lines so much. I can’t really explain it, but especially that last part. it just breathes a supposed “holy man” who can’t accept that his sins are his own and caused by himself so he’ll blame every single other thing other than himself. i’ve known too many people like this. “protect me maria, don’t let this siren cast her spell, don’t let the fire sear my flesh and bone” just so good. I love the voices in the background.  “destroy esmeralda and let her face the fire of hell, or else let her be mine and mine alone” he would rather condemn an innocent woman than confront his own sin. again, so many people are like this today. it’s just so thrilling to see that mindset condemned in media. also, patrick page is amazing  “hellfire, dark fire” the tone switch from him being scared of the hellfire the first time he said it to now he’s using it as power (how many of us have had hell weaponized against us? raise of hands?) is just so frightening and amazing all at the same time “God have mercy on her, God have mercy on me” I cannot tell you how much I love this line. it is phenomenal, especially the way Page sings it. I think that it is one of the central lines to his character (along with the “wicked shall not go unpunished” which i’ll probably talk about later) just the emotion he has in his voice when he says this line....chef’s kiss. especially with the next line (”but she will be mine or she will burn”), it seems like he knows what he’s doing is wrong (hence why he needs mercy), but he’s going to do it anyway
Esmeralda -  easily one of my favorite songs in this entire show. what an amazing end of act song oh my  the trumpets!! at the beginning!!! I love it!! “being under suspicion of sorcery, witchcraft, and the arts of hell” that is not actually why he’s arresting her which doubly means he knows that what he’s doing is wrong the tune of this song is SO GOOD I LOVE IT “these are the flames of Esmeralda...” this dude is obsessed with fire feels very much like the mob song from beauty and the beast “with the might of Notre Dame” using God in such a vulgar manner is blasphemous and frollo knows it. he’s using God’s might and strength to hunt down an innocent woman because he can’t control his own desires. I’m losing my mind “but the madam, that whore, denied it and swore by the saints, the saints of notre dame” i have no idea why but I adore this line and i love the way that it was song. I used to think that the madam was actually just esmeralda in disguise which made the next part of the song seem all the funnier the little lute strumming after frollo says “very well, we’ll set fire to it” because pheobus is having a change or heart “and he held the torch that crackled like the [woman’s] voice....and he knew this was the moment he must make a choice” this is why i like the play phoebus and not really the movie phoebus very much. i just love it  the chorus singing God help the outcasts in the background...amazing...chills “you’d throw away a promising career” Frollo’s desperate attempt to get him to comply  “God help the outcasts, or nobody will!” I LOVE THIS PART WITH MY WHOLE SOUL IT IS SO GOOD sometimes i’ll listen to this song on repeat just to hear him say this “you’re relieved of your patrol” “consider it my highest honor.” Iconic. just...so good. gives me very much “thank you for your consideration” vibes  the way frollo says kyrie eleison here is just so good frollo’s little speech is very cool with the chorus in the background I love Quasi’s little frantic verse there. you can hear his desperation in “fire, fire, smoke and flame” and then “is that all that I can do?” he wants to help his friend but he can’t and I know how horrible that feels phoebus part!!!!! I love it!!!! his voice is so nice!!! “with my career and body left for dead” nice, good, amazing.  “out there...” AHHHHHHH YES MOTIFS “somewhere she is lost//somewhere she is lost//Esmeralda!” love this bit so much  “the flames grow tall and sharp as fluer de lis” what a good metaphor, so good, so nice, I love the chorus they’re all amazing “all paris burns for esmeralda” now we’ve got burning again. are we talking about how paris is literally on fire because frollo is insane or is it the mob mentaility that is “burning” inside of them? good question.  “and still it all comes down to her and me” says three people. I love the melodies here. chills. so many of them. I love.  “the devil dwells in esmeralda//oh esmeralda//oh esmerlada//oh esmeralda” AHHHH again AHHHHHHH i love this bit (yes I know I say that a lot but its the truth) “wake up the city and sound the alarm!” good yes they’re all singing different bits and it’s growing and your heart is pounding until.... “these are the flames of esmeralda”  and then it all falls apart again oh my gosh it’s beautiful  until “the bells of notre dam!” and the “ah, ah, ah”s that I adore so much I love this song so much 
Entr’acte I can’t imagine how fun this would be to sing. it’s just a vibe Flight Into Egypt - I used to skip this song but I have since learned the error of my ways because i love it “then Quasimodo you can too” love that, just like he says it “and she gave it to you because she knows you’re smart” the fact that these are just part of his imagination so it’s really him telling himself he’s smart and i’m going to cry I love him so much “and this jewel must show where we’re supposed to meet” love his voice so much “it’s a map. it’s a map!” he’s so excited. he deserves the entire world.  “I’ll save esmeralda, her angel will be me,” brb crying  “for her I will be strong” still crying I love the entire end bit how their voices meld and the music swells all up until Quasi sings the last bit. it’s just so amazing
The Court of Miracles -  I’ve always loved this song. it’s so fun, but also sad.  “brother you’re there” YES  “but the dead don’t talk so you won’t be reveal what you found!” dead man tell no tales vibes “Not terribly different from bees in a hive” I love how erik says this line. claupin would be so fun to play oh my.  “where it’s a miracle...if you get out alive”  “any last words....i thought not *laughter*” obsessed with this  “but we must protect at all cost our secret, it’s our lives or yours!” and that’s the sad reality. that’s what makes this song sad to me.  “So you’re going to hang!” a lighter note as an end. very nice. 
In a Place of Miracles -  a few notes in and i’m already crying this song is so beautiful and i adore it. it makes me sad in a million ways but it also makes me so happy. the play did such a great job of making me love pheobus and esmeralda but also feel so, so bad for Quasi “but somehow you have made me someone new” yup i’m definitely crying “now i’m asking if you’ll let me come with you” you can’t see me but the tears are real “though our lives are tattered and torn, all i’m feeling now is reborn. i must be...” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Pheobus and esmeralda’s voices just meld together so well im gonna cry it’s so nice and as soon as the first chorus is over, the tears of happiness turn into tears of anguish because Quasi pulls up with his heaven’s light reprise and it tears my heart to shreds my heart breaks for him esmeralda and quasi singing at the same time gives me very much eponine and marius vibes from a heart full of love (we love victor hugo so much /sar) like the parallels in what the both of them are saying is just phenomenal “no more need for a heart of stone//better to have a heart of stone!” AHHHH STOP I LOVE IT AND IT HATE IT AT THE SAME TIME “that holds no hope in heaven’s light” stop i’m so sad and then the chorus come in and it’s just so beautiful “will we reach a friendlier shore, will we find a haven once more, where we’ll be in a place of miracles...” it’s so gorgeous “where’s my place of miracles//in a place of miracles” that sound? yeah that’s me sobbing in the corner and it builds again and i love it so much it’s just so beautiful 
Justice in Paris -  this is the least played song on spotify (by like hundreds of thousands) and I think that’s so funny but i think the chorus does such a great job here, as usual, because they just have that menacing sound to them
Someday -  another of my favorite songs. this one is hauntingly beautiful and I have so many opinions. get ready.  esmeralda is just so sad and you can hear it in every single word she says. god my heart is already breaking.  “that i’d live to see a day of justice dawn” i haven’t actually seen the stage version so i’m not sure if they have the part where she cries out “justice!” when quasi is getting attacked, but this part just hurts me to the soul because of that specifically. she cried out for justice and now she gets none. “and though I will die long before that morning comes, i’ll die while believing still it will come when I am gone” this line just hits so, so hard. i can’t even talk about it. just imagining her singing this and pheobus listening to her with tears in his eyes...nope i cannot...i will cease to exist and then he joins in and i can just imagine her feeling no longer alone because she’s hoping that it comes “someday” and he’s echoing it, assuring her that it will. I can just picture her trying to stay strong as she says “Godspeed this bright millennium on its way” but she can’t and so her words fall out as she’s saying “let it come” and she can’t finish but pheobus finishes it for her. “someday” and I can just see her breaking down. she’s going to die and she never gets to see it, but he assures her that it’s coming. and he starts it up again. he starts singing again, and I think that it gives her the strength she then needs to finish.  “someday, these dreams will all be real. Til then we’ll wish upon the moon!” of all the lines in the entire play, this is my absolute favorite. the way the sing it, the power they hold, their voices blending together so smoothly and perfectly. i cannot handle how amazing it is.  “one day...some day...soon” and just like that, i am sobbing. beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful. 
While the City Slumbered - i love this little song. it’s so pretty and fast and it just gives us exactly what we need to know. love. 
Made of Stone -  Now to the last of my favorite songs. (Finale doesn’t count because although I love it, it hate it). You wanna know which song has the top score of making me cry the most? That’s right. This one right here. Let’s get into it. the talking at the beginning is a yes from me. “I only make things worse!” felt that also, the sound of him sobbing ruins me. “how do you know what I believe, what do you know of me? what do you know of all the things I feel? you’re only made of stone” finally him acknowledging that they’re not actually real and all apart of his imagination. “who is it that you see, instead of seeing what I am for real?” imposter syndrome? I understand that. “this twisted flesh and bone” the EMOTION  “you’re a liar” bro i cannot physically handle this. i can’t. I will cry. I am cry “would that I were made of stone like you,” back to that place of miracles song. i just he’s just so desperate. the only thing he could ever trust has fallen. He has nothing left. he can’t even trust himself (because that’s really all the stone saints by) “shut my brain down, if I were senseless, I’d prefer it” i totally understand the feeling of this. so often when thing go wrong in my life, i would like to shut down completely and stop existing and I think that’s what makes this song hit so damn hard “another gargoyle on this turret, spitting rain down to the stones below!” there is so much passion in his voice I love it so much. michael arden deserves the entire world for this performance “i’ve waste my faith believing in saints of plaster,” OUCH “the only one worth believing in was my master,” OUCH AGAIN “he’s the one who never lied. he told me it was cruel outside. he told me that i had to hide. his words were cold as stone, but they were true.” i can’t describe how emotional these lines make me. because he’s right but also it is such a painful, hard truth. ugh, i  “not like you”  “take all the dreams you’ve stone, take all your lies and leave me alone”  “alright Quasimodo, we’ll leave you alone,” that one hurt because as someone who pushes people away when they’re self destructing, the most painful part is seeing them actually leave you. even though you asked them too. “you’re right Quasimodo, we’re only made of stone, we just thought that you were made of something stronger.” now that’s a mic drop That would cut so, so deep.  “never again to wonder what’s out there” m o t i f s  “let it remain unknown. and my one human eye forever more be dry until the day i die, as if I were made of stone”  such a beautiful, heartbreaking, real song that I think so many people can relate to. I know I can. I have cried to this song so many times. I love it.  also, he holds that note for so long i’m impressed.
Finale - this song is long so get ready for it.  the crimes that Esmeralda is guilty for are not the ones that she was originally hunted for. he switched up his story. “the sentence is death!” immediate kyrie eleison (which i think is for frollo and not esmeralda) she spits in his face like a freaking queen “esmeralda!” Quasi’s cry is just so heart shattering and emotional I am so sad “he could remain stone no longer” I love that “sanctuary! sanctuary!” with the victorious sounds in the background are just so amazing “hear me, people of Paris, how much oppression will you allow?” with the chorus singing Someday in latin in the background?? I am not crying again “someday, your patience will finally break. why not make someday come right now?”  that part is just chef’s kiss. I love it so much. also, that’s the last we hear of pheobus. I’ve always wondered if he died so someone whose been in/seen the play, could you tell me? quasi’s prayer to the saints is just so good. i just love it so much. so beautiful. and it being similar in tune to Heart of Stone and having the part “raining fire on the stone below!” is just so good and then the moment between quasi and esmeralda is just... “you are home.” “home.”  and then we go to the top of the world reprise. haha. haha. ha.  “in my eyes you are beautiful too,” comparing him to the beautiful morning “i don’t think...forever...” “you’re such a good friend quasimodo” “yes your friend” and then she freaking dies and i’m so sad and then the music changes so quickly and it makes my heart drop every time “because of you” cut deep “at last we’re free of esmeralda. now that she’s gone, a poison dies with her.” to the tune of esmeralda. bitch i would have thrown frollo off that roof too “here in our sanctuary...sanctuary” “sanctuary? no sanctuary without her”  “even...loved her.” “love? what do you know of love?” I adore this part because Quasimodo finally realizes that Frollo’s treatment of him wasn’t love. It never was.  “no. you are the weak one. you the wicked one. And the wicked shall not go unpunished!” I cannot explain the fire that this lights in my bones. it’s amazing. just so good. and then all the voices, like the saints, come in “the wicked shall not go unpunished. the heart of the wicked is of little worth. the wicked shall not go unpunished” and they’re no longer on frollo’s side (they never were) the rising voices as quasi picks up frollo and is going to kill him *chef’s kiss* “You don’t want to hurt me” “yes you do” so, so, so, so, so good. i can’t even explain. it’s just good.  in to the abyss below! damnation! “the world is cruel, the world is ugly” yes  “but there are times and there are people when the world is not” i’m not 100% positive, but i’m pretty sure that’s jehan again and that’s just so beautiful. “and at it’s cruelest it’s still the only world we’ve got” the bitter truth “out there” yup yup yup crying you can’t stop me The bit with the chorus singnig someday in latin and english...i literally cant handle it. it is so freaking beautiful. and the violin? the woman singing is an icon. the voices blend together so beautifully. I am overcome with emotion. i- Quasi singing the last “someday” and then the blending into the beginning song and ugh “but here is a riddle to guess if you can, what makes a monster and what makes a man?” with the entire ensemble? yeah, that one feels good.  and being left off with the “ah”s
yeah, brb, i’m going to go listen to it again.
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shoyothemoron · 3 years
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Cerulean Butterflies
Dabi x Good Girl Reader
You just can't help but let him in when Dabi comes calling, even though he's definitely out of place in your perfect little life
Angst? Idk kinda ,more like one sided pining
Words- 1.4k
Warnings- Sex is kinda eluded to but nothing graphic, just Dabi being a brat
A/N- Oh ho ho I finally posted some original work and OOP MY SECOND FIC. Anyway I’d love feedback. And I hope I got his personality right <3
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You sighed, throwing your laptop off your lap and on to the other side of the couch. Looking around your neat apartment you were pleased at how productive you had been today. The group presentation that was due the next day was turned in. The assignment due next week could totally be put off until tomorrow. Your laundry was tumbling in the dryer, and you had meals prepped, so no more worrying about cooking for the next few days
Rubbing your eyes you decided could go on your phone or read a little bit before going to bed, so you hopped up to put on your pjs. But before you could reach your bedroom, you stopped at the open window in your living room. You covered your eyes and groaned.
You shook your head trying to undo your thoughts. Tonight had been going SO well. Of course he had to worm his way into it. For some reason, nights like the ones outside your window would always remind you of him. Nights where the moon was full and the sky wasn´t black but indigo. And you could see every cloud illuminated.
You needed to stop thinking about him. You knew men like him liked to chew up and spit out girls like you. He knew what he wanted, and there was a reason he was so good at it. But you couldn't help it, he could deliver you to heaven and cradle you as you fell back down. Dabi was addicting.
You made your way to your bedroom, trying to stop yourself from thinking of him. But as soon as you had put on your pajamas, you heard a knock on your door. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, and the most devilish motherfucker you knew was standing on your doorstep. You sighed and pulled on a cardigan, trying to come up with a good reason to send him away.
Opening your door, you lean against the doorway to block him from entering.
“What Dabi?”
You watched his eyes as he racked them up and down your figure, and suddenly every bit of confidence you had melted away. His gaze just held that type of power over you.
“Aw, no hello kiss?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.
You blush, and can´t meet his eyes. Pouting you say “No, I only give kisses to good boys.”
He scoffs. Yeah that was to be expected.
“Listen Dabi, I really can't help you with whatever you need this time...” You still cant meet his gaze, and you just hope, by some miracle he´d maybe turn around and leave.
He signs “Doll,” His sudden change of tone makes you look up in concern, and he meets your eyes.
His eyes always shocked you, the cerulean made you question how eyes that beautiful really existed. You shifted your gaze to his scars and staples, and you felt a pang in your heart.
No! You couldn't get soft now, not when you almost had a strong start.
“I'll spare you the details, but things haven't been going well for me recently, and I know you don't like when I steal...” Now he's the one who can´t meet your eyes.
Steal? What was he… Oh, he was hungry.
Well, now you felt like a dick. Looking in his eyes you tried to come up with a reason to say no. Really you did, but you couldn't deny him. So you move out of the door to let him in
He bussels into your home, suddenly a new man, “So what's for dinner?”
You purse your lips staring at his back. Fucker, he knew you couldn't say no when it came to stuff like that.
You made your way to your kitchen, rolling your eyes as you say, “Whatever I decide to make for you.”
“Aw is someone pouting? Just admit you can´t resist me.” He says the last part in a sing-song voice and you want to kick him out right then and there, he could go hungry for all you care. But when he looks away, his smirk drops and suddenly your ache to cradle his face and kiss every inch of it. He looked so tired.
Deciding against punching his already imperfect face, you start working on his meal. It feels like it takes forever as you cut food and stand in front of the stove, you can feel his eyes on your back the whole time. You try to ignore them and act natural, but it wasn´t until the very end when you were standing in front of the stove stirring the food when you suddenly felt a presence behind your back.
“So,” Dabi says as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses himself against you, “how will I ever repay you?”
“Don't go acting like a gentleman now Dabi,” you slap away the hand that was getting a little too close to your chest, “I know when I´m being exploited.”
“Good them we’re on the same page.” He chuckles and smacks your ass, making you squeak.
He moves to lean against the counter a few feet away, and you will yourself to not look up into his eyes until the food is ready.
When you finally hand him the plate, you sit side by side at the island. After a few moments he asks “What are you thinking about?”
You immediately look away from him. You had been thinking about something, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. You were even having trouble telling yourself.
In reality you were scolding yourself, telling yourself to stop thinking about what this thing right in front of you meant. Because it could never mean what you really wanted. Because what you really wanted was to turn to him and scream that you loved him. You wanted to shake him and yell hysterically and maybe just hurt him a little. To say ‘Can't you see that when you're here you're my everything. Can't you see me falling right in front of you, won't you catch me?’ But you didn't think you would ever be able to tell him.
You were also terrified to fall in love with him. Because even though you might love him, loving and being in love were separate things. And you knew that if you fell in love with him and he adored you like you wanted to be adored, he would have to ask you to do things you didn't know you could do. Things that any self respecting girl with a future ahead of her would run from as fast as she could. And you couldn't blame her. You could never abandon the future you were so delicately building for yourself.
So you would pretend that you couldn´t understand your feelings, that you didn't know how you felt about Dabi, that everything was a bundle of hatred, guilt and lust. But you knew yourself, and knew it was pretend. But how could you tell him? How do you tell someone like him you loved him?
So instead of telling the man you loved the truth, all you said was, “How obnoxious you are.” As you stole something off his plate.
“Me? The obnoxious one? Well that's certainly out of charter for a good girl such as yourself...” He began as you giggled, bumping his shoulder.
And so the night would go. It would go like every night before, and every night to follow. Unless one day you had the nerve to ruin it all. You would talk with him while he ate, making each other laugh, and roll your eyes. You would end up a blushing mess every now and then. Eventually you would fall into bed, where he would make you feel SO good, good enough to forget, to let the butterflies in your stomach consume you, to enjoy their frantic wings and how brave they made you feel. You would go back and forth from bed, to the kitchen, to bed. Until finally he would keep you warm as you fell asleep. He would warm your bed for long enough. And you would wake all by yourself, only to remember him in flashes that would make you blush. You would remember him until you could will yourself to stop, until you organized your life again, into its neat clean rows. But sometimes you´d slip up, remembering, leaving you alone with only a feeling. He would leave nothing but a storm of cureulian butterflies.
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ironmandeficiency · 4 years
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the game
pairing: wrecker / reader
word count: 2007
summary: when the bad batch’s resident loudmouth suddenly begins to tone himself down, his brothers are rightfully suspicious.
request: “ Hiiiii! Could you please write something for Wrecker with him and reader having a bit of a kissy sesh and the others boys walk in on them? Thank you lmao I love ur writing ❣️”
a/n: a bit steamy!!! like idk how this got away from me but i’m sorry if this is too heated, anon!!! i guess i’m just thirsty and my brain went on autopilot. but can you blame me?? it’s wrecker we’re talking about!!
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the havoc marauder touched down onto the base’s landing platform with a gentleness the ship only knew when you were piloting. you had been assigned to work with clone force 99 as their pilot after one too many close calls with other ships (and one ship they absolutely decimated by landing on top of it). said ship was yours, which was all the more uncanny when you received the orders to join them less than an hour later. you were trading a ship for a ship, essentially, with a few crew members included as a bonus gift.
there were days where you doubted whether crosshair could really be considered a gift but that was to be expected; the talking toothpick that mauled its brethren wasn’t exactly a ray of kriffin’ sunshine, you learned that early on. but he was practical and reliable, and him not eviscerating you for using his mug that one time made him okay in your book.
it took varying amounts of time for the team to warm up to you, which didn’t surprise you in the least. wrecker had been the first to grow used to (and appreciate) your presence on their/your ship - turns out your proficient flying was helpful in bringing the weapons specialist a bit more ease about heights. he seemed to open up after that and you were pleasantly surprised at the man he was behind the armor and gung ho attitude.
turns out he really liked animals, and the times he’d try to pet them were some of the only times you’d heard him whisper and move like molasses in the winter. his voice would turn soft and soothing as his hand would nearly obscure a porg from view while petting it, talking to the creature and taking it satisfied mewls as replies. the man nearly cried when he had the opportunity to watch two baby blurrgs hatch, the baby lizards imprinting on him when he was the first creature they had seen with fresh eyes (your heart broke for him when he failed to vouch for the creatures to become their mascots, hunter accompanying him to take them to a nearby village where there was a teary goodbye).
his affection for animals, funny enough, didn’t extend towards bugs. you learned this when he shrieked like an aiwha at a spider with a body barely the size of his thumb nail in the middle of the sleep cycle. everyone else had been too frustrated at him to do something about the arachnid so you had to be the one to trap it and release it outside.
wrecker was interesting alright.
so much so that after several months alongside the bad batch, you found yourself infatuated with the gentle giant in a manner you didn’t expect.
this infatuation led to months of stolen moments in random republic base supply closets (the few that could actually comfortably fit the two of you) and on planets you could only recall by what surface wrecker would press you against while his lips ravished yours. it also paved the way for the creation of a game on your end. wrecker wasn’t the biggest fan of the rules of the game, but he sure as hell did enjoy the reward he got if he won.
the rules were simple: if wrecker was able to refrain from making more than two references to a time he blew something up, to the ever-present desire of his to blow something up, or lament a lack of explosions, you’d give him a reward. now you knew this was difficult for him, not talking about his love for explosions and pyromania, so you played this game sparingly.
plus, the others were getting suspicious. you could tell by the way they had become the ones that brought up occasions for blowin’ shit up and expectant eyes when stealth missions were announced. they’d wait for him to complain about the required silence or make his yearning for fire and destruction known and raise eyebrows when their vod would shrug the words off.
you could tell it was almost cruel, but you were always sure to make his restraint well worth the struggle.
they had just finished another mission, everything going off with, for lack of a better word, a bang. it was strangely quiet within the bad batch’s comms when the outpost they took over had gone up in billowing flames and projectile shards of infrastructure, the inferno being one of epic proportions. but wrecker had remembered that the day before you’d promised him a quite pleasant reward if he played well.
he hoped to the gods that tech had gotten a good shot in his mission footage because it deserved wrecker’s full appreciation that he couldn’t give in the moment. times like this he despised that stupid game, but he had to admit that it made the anticipation that much stronger when he was finally alone with you.
wrecker barely focused on hunter’s post-mission spiel about something or another, favoring a glance at the cockpit where you were chatting with tech. his kih’vod seemed worried about something, which was normal, this was tech. but then his vod pulled up a holovid and you can see your eyes widen in shock and awe. most likely the blast footage from only hours before.
when tech showed you the epic blast that sent mayhem through the seppie troops, you felt guilty for starting the game the previous morning. wrecker would have loved to yell and celebrate a blast like that! there’d never actually been a time that the game went awry up until today, the explosions usually saving themselves for moments that the game wasn’t a deciding factor in your not-sleeping arrangements. this round’s reward would have to make it worth not celebrating the blast, worth more.
the post-mission routine was one you’d been doing for a while, wrecker waiting until his brothers were asleep (or otherwise distracted) before coming into the cockpit with you for some time to just be together. he’d usually remove you from the pilot’s chair, sit himself in it, and pull you onto his lap and hold you. being close to you was something he enjoyed and he would insert himself into your space however he could. it gave way to the best cuddling that you’d ever had the pleasure to experience in your life and a sense of safety like no other.
today, however, wrecker was impatient. the minute he was on board, he wanted nothing more than to barrel his way into the cockpit and show you just how frustrated he was about not celebrating the epic blast. there was a brief protest somewhere in his brain about getting caught by his brothers but wrecker didn’t care. he almost didn’t wait for tech to leave your side and for cross and hunter to disappear into their own parts of the ship before approaching you.
you heard his heavy footfalls reverberate off the durasteel and steeled yourself as the doors whooshed shut. you knew he’d be coming to claim part of his reward, but so soon? this was risky. there was barely time to turn on the ship’s autopilot before wrecker spun the pilot’s chair harshly toward him, pulling you away from the controls.
“do you have any idea what you do to me, cyare?” his voice was teetering back and forth between a growl and a whisper, sending chills through your body. “little gods, it took so much control to keep from shouting at the top of my lungs back there, and for what?” his hands slid between your ass and the chair, lifting you into his arms before plopping himself into the seat you formerly occupied. he maneuvered your legs to straddle him, keeping one of them on your ass and moving the other to the back of your neck.
this was a side to wrecker you’d never seen before, and holy karking hells you were loving it.
you brought your hands to either side of his face, thumb gently stroking the scar tissue near his cybernetic eye the way you know he enjoys. he was hungry, starving, and you weren’t one to deprive a man in need. your forehead pressed against his, eyes locking.
“i’ll show you what for,” you slammed your lips into his and ground yourself against his codpiece, the hand on your ass gripping hard in response. this was heaven, you were sure of it. wrecker’s muscles were tensing and relaxing under you and you could feel every bit of it.
he slid his hands to your hips and guided your movements, relinquishing control of the kiss as he moved your pliant body against him. the pace was rough and you both were capturing moans on your lips with no real effort put behind trying to contain them.
hunter’s nose wrinkled in response to the echoes of something familiar. for weeks he’s been trying to pinpoint the source of a scent he was unfamiliar with, only being able to catch its lingering presence. but now, it was hitting him full force and it was strong. setting down the blade he’d been sharpening, he emerged from the bunks and it only got stronger from there.
“is everything alright?” tech wasn’t looking up from whatever project had captured his attention, presumably seeing the twisted look on hunter’s face from the reflection of the shiny durasteel he was welding to whatever.
hunter shook his head. he’d questioned their youngest vod about possible sources of the scent and he’d had the same luck as him with discovering the source, also known as none. before hunter could bring up the elusive smell that confounded his nose, he was cut off by a noise from the cockpit.
why was the door shut? you normally left it open because the intercom system was terrible and you preferred shouting over the incessant crackling.
tech seemed to notice this abnormality as well, presumably having the same thoughts about why it was so strange.
“should we-”
“yeah, let’s check.”
both men make their way to the doors to the cockpit and hunter’s head is swimming. that damned scent was taking over his mind and it took him a few seconds before he could activate the door controls.
the whooshing of the doors carried the scent, now full-force, straight into the sargent and all but turned his brain into goop. then his eyes registered what exactly was happening in front of him. tech’s shocked/offended gasp wasn’t enough to snap you and wrecker out of your reverie, which would have been far more amusing if the mix of yours and wrecker’s pheromones wasn’t making his insides into soup.
crosshair had ventured up front to see what had tech so flustered, the sniper nearly choking on his toothpick at the sight of their pilot grinding on wrecker’s lap. the choking was what brought the two of you out of the hazy cloud of lust that permeated through the cockpit.
no one said anything for a long moment. what was there to say, really?
“don’t snap ‘em in half, wreck. i’ve gotten too used to not crashing in this damned thing.” crosshair turned and left the doorway. that was the closest crosshair has ever come to complimenting you, and you would have been a bit more focused on the achievement if wrecker wasn’t under you.
hunter snickered at the comment and had to hide his laughter at the fact that despite being walked in on, neither of you removed yourselves from the other’s hold. you had the decency to stop kissing now that you knew that you were found out, thank the maker.
should hunter feel bad for the strong urge he has to forget this ever happened? eh, cody’s probably got that visor on his gear to block out the bullshit his jedi gets up to, so no. hunter doesn’t feel bad about forgetting this and doesn’t think he could.
“just don’t crash the ship or leave a mess, that’s all i ask.”
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mintymiknow · 4 years
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Scintilla ch. 11 | Bang Chan
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Characters: Stray Kids, Reader
Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader
Summary: You finally see your brother and best friend again with revelations being brought into light. Minho inevitably opens up to the two Newbloods he’s stuck with. Meanwhile, Woojin and the rest must come up with a plan to save you all.
Genre: Royal fantasy [Red Queen AU]
Word count: Approx. 8.7k
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood
A/N: Hi! I am so utterly sorry this took forever to update. I’m very busy in school, and this year’s schedule isn’t very kind to me. Most of my assignments are papers and researches, I don’t have long breaks anymore, and am in campus almost the whole day, so updates may take longer from now on. But, here’s Ch. 11 to finally appease all of us! I have...mixed feelings on this chapter? I am happy, but at the same time, I’m not too proud. Idk I just feel like it’s not what y’all expected. I’m not good at coming up with mind-blowing twists and such lol. Anyway, I still hope you enjoy! Drop an ask if you have questions or thoughts ily all!
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Everything felt sore like a thousand boulders were piled up on top of you. Your throat was parched. Your head felt like splitting into a gruesome two. Did Ho still have a grip on you? Why was such an overwhelming feeling of suffocation still clouding your senses?
Opening your eyes felt like peeling skin apart, but once your sight had adjusted to the light, all sense of panic and adrenaline rushes into your system like a tidal wave. You sit upright, mouth flying over to cover your mouth. “Hyunjin! Changbin!”
The prince and your friend look at each other with dejected eyes before letting out desolate sighs. Changbin welcomes you into his arms as you practically throw yourself to him, “This isn’t how I pictured our reunion, sis.”
“What happened?” you whisper against his chest.
“The Council happened.” Hyunjin spits, his usually cheery irises replaced by anger.
Your mouth hung open as the words left the Silk’s mouth, “Felix told us about the news before we got attacked. Is Minho…”
Changbin leans against the cold stone wall, “Of course Minho’s here. Turned in by his own father.”
“Where is he?”
“In another cell. I assume the Council hates him the most right now.” your brother closes his eyes, “Are you here alone? Did they catch all of you?”
“No.” you start, “Chan might be here. I’m assuming Jisung’s here as well, but the rest were away when Ho attacked.”
“Damn it.” Changbin curses under his breath, fist pounding against the ground. “Seungmin is safe, I hope.”
Hyunjin winces at the redness on the prince’s knuckles before turning to you, “Is he?”
“He should be. He was away as well.” you feel your heart racing at the thought of Seungmin being in danger.
The younger male sighs, “What are we going to do y/n? We can’t bust out of here on our own.”
“Dolorem’s cells are made with Silent Stone.” you bite your lip, “Explains why we feel silenced.”
Hyunjin runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. He lets out a groan of frustration, angry tears starting to prick his eyes. He looks up at the ceiling, biting his lip so hard you fear it would start to bleed. “I’m sorry, y/n.” he breathes out, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t be brave like you asked me to. I couldn’t do what I needed to do, and look at where we are.”
You stop him from punishing himself even further. You carefully wrap your arms around his shoulders, rubbing his back gently. “Jinnie, none of this is your fault, ok? I’m sure you did your best, and I’m sure you were the bravest.”
Changbin, despite the situation of it all, lightly smirks, “Yeah? Hyunjin was amazing. He snuck into each Councilor’s room.”
“See? Bravery, Hyunjin. That was really risky, yet you did it.”
“You guys aren’t saying that just to stop me from crying?”
“Shut up.” you and Changbin lightly shove the Silk who was now grinning.
“On a serious note, I’m more concerned about you, sis.” Changbin turns his worried eyes to your bruised figure, “I…I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel.”
You scurry over to the wall to sit next to your brother. With a heavy, emotion-filled sigh, you speak, “Physically, this is nothing. A bruise and a few cuts will heal. It’s just…this is my fault. I had a nightmare a few nights ago about bad things happening to all of you, and I’m afraid such things will happen soon, especially now that we’re all locked up. In Dolorem of all places.”
You eye the males’ injuries; one stab wound in the respective places Lady Jung had aimed for, scratches on Hyunjin’s face, a huge bruise on Changbin’s cheek, and you’re certain a million more bruises are peppering the skin under their clothes. “You and Hyunjin look horrible, no offense, and I can’t even begin to imagine what they’ve done to Minho.” you clench your shaky fists as you speak the next words, “Chan was stabbed three times because he tried to protect me. I fear they’re doing much more terrible things to him.”
With remorse and guilt glazing your features, you hang your head low and mumble, “This isn’t any of your fault. It’s clearly mine because I didn’t pay enough attention to what was happening. Your queen failed you all.”
“Nonsense.” your brother scoffs, “You’re entitled to doing your own thing, y/n. You own your life. It shouldn’t be a problem if you wanted to see a new world with the Newbloods. It shouldn’t have been a problem for you to want to help them. The only problem are the heartless, power-hungry bastards scheming against us.”
You shrug, chewing on your bottom lip. Changbin knows all too well that this was a sign of you feeling uneasy and guilty, so he gives your leg a reassuring pat. “Besides, I’d like to think that one, we’re getting out of this hellhole one way or another.” Hyunjin clicks his tongue, “And two…even if we did get caught, we discovered some pretty golden nuggets of information.”
“What did you guys discover?” you shift to face the two.
Changbin nods at Hyunjin, “Hyunjin saw Lady Jung’s files, and it certainly is true that the Council is plotting our murder. They can’t deny it, ‘cause the plans were written by the lady herself, along with the other members. Along with her plans and files were maps, secret routes, anonymous connections, and all other resources to be used to carry out their schemes.”
You tilt your head, rattling your brain to recall the information Chan had relayed to you when you were back in their base while they investigated, “Jeongin was able to go inside Ho’s office once. Just once, but he was able to retrieve a few papers. It was true that Chan and Felix were supposedly ordered to kill us, Bin, but that wasn’t even the original plan SKZ had.”
“Let me guess. They weren’t even supposed to kill anyone.” Hyunjin mutters.
“Close.” you point at him, “You know how Felix once mentioned that SKZ does not engage in full-on rebellions? Like yeah, maybe they have killed people, but they don’t wage war, per se, on Miroh?”
“Yeah.” both Hyunjin and Changbin nod.
You continue to explain, “Well, that was originally SKZ’s plan. Break into the castle one day, perhaps get a few hostages and kill a few if necessary to prove a point, and then negotiate with the royal family and Council.”
“But then Ho wanted something different?” Changbin guesses, a serious tone to his low voice.
“Precisely. Ho and a few other SKZ authorities were getting impatient and were no longer satisfied with the mediocre benefits Miroh was giving District 9. That’s why they planned to storm the castle and slaughter all the High Houses, leaving them the right to rule Miroh with Silvers fearing them.”
“Or so we thought.” Hyunjin scoffs, “Ho and his posse are working with the Council.”
“Unfortunately, the papers Jeongin brought back didn’t say anything on why Ho decided to work with the Council.” you lean your head back on the wall with a reasonably loud thud, “Only that Chan and Felix were to kill us so that ‘SKZ’s plans could be moved into action’.”
“The Council had duplicates of the keys you have sole ownership to, sis.” Changbin mumbles, “Lord Lee probably made them.”
“Easier to kill me that way, since I keep everything locked at night.” you say, “Once I’m dead, they can use the other keys to access the throne room and the crown vault. Easy peasy.”
“There was a fourth key, but we didn’t know what it was for.” Hyunjin adds.
“Are you that eager to find out, dear children?”
The three of you snap your heads to the venomous voice echoing through the walls of this desolate dungeon. The voice sent shivers through your every fiber, coiling around you like a snake waiting for its prey. “Might as well tell us now, Lord Yoo.” Changbin spits, eyes dangerously glaring at the elder now standing in front of your prison cell.
Despite the presence of Silent Stone all around you, your brother’s eyes seem to be lit with an undying flame, “You did lie about Father’s death, but we figured it out, so you might as well spill everything.”
“What?” you gasp, eyes wide with shock, “What do you mean?”
Hyunjin nods his head almost apologetically, placing a gentle hand on your knee, “The autopsy files the Council gave you and Changbin back then were fake. He discovered the real ones while rummaging through some old collections in the archive room.”
“How dare you?” you hiss at the Councilor who was smirking smugly at you, “That is a crime. It’s against the law. How could you do such a thing?”
“More importantly,” Changbin starts, “why would they? Simple, really.”
Hyunjin bites his lip as he anticipates the next words. You look back and forth towards your brother and Lord Yoo, heart racing with each passing second. Changbin finally speaks, “They murdered Father, y/n. His blood is on their hands. The whole ‘King Seo died of a natural death’ rumors were lies. The whole ‘Newbloods murdered him’ was also a lie.”
“Not entirely.” Lord Yoo snickers.
Hot tears have started to sting your eyes like acid. All sense of keeping it together were waning thin as if you were grabbing at the loose ends of thread, each grasp slipping away poorly. But no, not this time. You maintain your death stare towards the elder, and the quivering of your lip and the shakiness of your entire body only emphasizes your seething anger. Despite feeling like a hand had roughly grabbed your heart and squeezed it to death like a toy, you manage to utter a few words, “Tell me everything, heathen. Don’t spare a word.”
Lord Yoo seems unfazed, glancing to the side in a very uninterested manner, “When the king prior to your father passed, he had no heirs, remember? The choices for the next king were Seo, Lord Lee, Lord Kim, and me. Your father had virtually no chance of being chosen as king. As a Councilor, he had been bargaining for fairer treatment towards the Reds and Newbloods. He wanted to eradicate the hierarchy and promised that if he became king. Obviously, Silvers didn’t want that. However, there was no doubt that Seo had also done the most improvements to Miroh during his role as Councilor working hand-in-hand with the king then, and Silvers were not blind to not notice that. In the end, with the votes of Silvers, Reds, and Newbloods counted, Seo won by the skin of his teeth against Lord Kim. You could only imagine how angry we were back then, but we had no choice.”
“As he continued to ‘unite’ the people and mingle with Reds and Newbloods, we took the opportunity to conspire against him. That was also when we met a Newblood who wanted to ‘offer his expertise’ in aiding us with the disposal of Seo.”
“Ho.” you mutter.
“Yes, yes.” Lord Yoo continues, “This Newblood seemed very suspicious to us, but all he wanted in return was to ‘sit on the right hand of whoever ruled’ because he wanted to be above the Reds and Newbloods as well. Poor fellow just wanted to be like a Silver, I guess. But…when he told us about his plans, we knew he’d be useful, so we agreed to his bargain. What’s one measly Newblood in a sea of Silvers?”
“So that son of bitch was working with you lot even back then.” Changbin gets up, fists clenched with anger. If he had his flames, his entire body would be wrapped in an inferno.
Hyunjin speaks with a low voice, “The notes for a poison I found in a Councilor’s drawer…Ho gave it to you, am I right? One of the key ingredients to that poison is only available in a plant in Yellow Wood, so obviously Ho had access to it.”
“You poisoned my father?” you’re suddenly face-to-face with the Councilor, delicate fingers tightly wrapped around the steel bars separating you from him.
“The sixth year celebration for Lord Kim…there was a banquet for that.” Changbin mumbles, “A few days after that banquet, Father died.”
“You poisoned him then, brushing it off as a natural death.” you hiss, “The original autopsy must have stated Father was poisoned, but you hid that from us and claimed he died of something else.”
“What about the key?”
Lord Yoo shrugs nonchalantly, “Your father had a safe or little vault, and in that vault were his will and a letter to you two.”
“The fourth key was for that.” you mutter, “The Council said Father had no will written.”
“While you were all busy getting emotional and breaking down during Seo’s funeral, Lord Kim and I went through his room and discovered that vault. We hid it from everyone. How did we know what the key looked like? Your father had two flame-maker accessories – the bracelet he always wore and the key. This was always hidden underneath his clothing, so when he died, we immediately took it. Using that, we opened it and discovered the will, which stated that you or Changbin were to be crowned ruler immediately after his death, no matter what.”
“But you didn’t want that because it’d ruin your plans to rule once again, so you destroyed any evidence.” you scoff, eyes piercing the elder’s emotionless ones. “And the letter?”
“Seo was always a smart one.” Lord Yoo sighs as if he were disgusted, “Somehow, he had a hunch that the Council was plotting against him. The letter essentially was to inform the two of you about what he discovered and what he wanted the two of you to do about it.”
“Unfortunately, even if you got rid of that, we still uncovered your dirty, dark secret.” Changbin almost smirks, taunting and mocking the elder.
“Yet you couldn’t do anything about it.” Lord Yoo snickers with a revolting grin, “You’re stuck in here, my prince. Your queen is powerless now.”
“That is why we told you, young queen, to not get distracted like your father.” Lord Yoo mockingly laughs, “You got distracted with your lover and look where that got all of you. My word, even Lee Minho couldn’t do anything right.”
“If you were going to kill me, why bother betrothing me with Minho?”
“Once you and Changbin were gone, Minho would obviously be king through his ‘commitment’ with you.” Lord Yoo says as if it were the most obvious thing, “Lord Lee would ‘control’ Minho from then on, making the young man do whatever the Council decreed. But alas, that little imbecile chose you over his duties. Lord Lee and everyone else expected him to abide by us, but Minho started getting suspicious and acted upon that feeling.”
“Well, considering he’s supposed to protect me, I’d say he did his job pretty well.” you spit back, a hint of challenge lacing your words, “At least Minho chose what was right.”
Your fingers coil around the bars as if you were strangling Lord Yoo’s neck in your grip, “You’re not going to sit a second on my throne, Yoo. None of you murderous bastards will. Not even a millisecond, I assure you of that. And once we’re out of here, I will personally make sure to catch you all and make your lives a living hell.”
You literally spit on his face, a rather proud smirk pasting itself on your lips. Lord Yoo grabs your throat from between the bars, applying enough pressure to hurt you. Changbin and Hyunjin are quick to rush over, but upon seeing your unwavering eyes, they seem to calm down.
Lord Yoo, on the other hand, hisses through his teeth like the snake he is, “You’re stuck here, Your Highness. Your brother and best friend are powerless. Where is Kim Seungmin? Probably afraid for his life. Your lover is on the verge of death. Lee Minho and the other Newbloods are next. Things look bright for us, but I can’t say the same for you.”
Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to stomp on your very soul, trying to dampen your spirits and snuff out the remaining fire in you. But with whatever ember you had left sitting in your being, you set your blazing eyes on the Councilor standing inches away from you. The minute the chains break and the gates open, your blazing inferno would burn and ravish their very existence, cleaning the world of their impurities like a purge. You peel Lord Yoo’s hand away from your throat, eyebrows knit together in determination as you declare, “Right now, the sun has set for us as it has risen for you, but it’s a cycle, Lord Yoo. Once it rises for us, it’s going to set for you. When that happens, I don’t think things will look bright for you.”
“We shall see, Your Highness,” Lord Yoo glares, “if you all manage to survive for when that time comes.”
With those words, he saunters away, disappearing into the shadows. You slump back beside your brother. “We need to get out of here.”
“I know. We’ll find a way.” Changbin whispers.
Hyunjin lays his head on your lap, closing his eyes with a sigh, “Or a way will find us.”
You lean on Changbin’s shoulder as your fingers rake through Hyunjin’s hair in a gentle motion. A hint of worry mingles with your blood, but the fire in you overwhelms it and gives you a temporary sense of confidence. You look around the cold, dark room, eyes focused on the ray of light filtering in through the window above, “This isn’t over.”
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“Such a waste.” One punch to the jaw. “A handsome face like yours ruined because of your stupidity.” One punch to the lip.
Minho grins, enduring each painful impact on his already-bruised face, “The only stupid ones are the Council, Lord Kim. What? Your little scheme was uncovered by Newblood rebels and us Silver kids. Talk about failed.”
Lord Kim grips the younger male’s collar, slapping Minho hard across the face with the back of his hand, “Failed? Your attempt to stop us failed, young Lee. The princess was captured, and you’re all here.”
“So what?” Minho spits his silvery blood onto the floor, the substance glimmering in the dark room, “We’ll drag all of you to hell with us if we have to. None of you are winning this.”
The elder roughly throws Minho to the ground, relentlessly and mercilessly kicking the male currently curled up on the cold ground. Each sickening impact on the younger male’s body echoes through the cell walls, haunting anyone who hears. “You should have stuck with your father, boy.”
“I’d rather die than stick with murderers.” Minho snarls, eyes sharper than any dagger, sending chills down Lord Kim’s spine, “And I’d gladly become a murderer if it meant putting an end to your lives.”
Lord Kim merely laughs, the mocking sound grating the young Magnetron’s ears. The next thing Minho sees is Lord Kim pulling out a short sword, the cold steel burning his cheek on contact.
In another cell room, a weak Chan is being held by the collar by none other than Ho. The captain smiles – a gentle smile, ironically – as he whispers to the Sounder, “Really, Bang. We could have avoided all this if you only did as I told you.”
“And like I said.” Chan smirks, blood trickling down his chin, “Screw you. I wouldn’t do it even if my life depended on it.”
“I thought you’d be smarter. Sacrificing everything for a worthless princess?”
Chan’s hand grips Ho’s wrist tightly, a warning of sorts, “I’d sacrifice everything for her because she’s worth more than any of you combined.”
“Please. You’re just foolishly in love, Bang.”
“No, I’m not. She’s the hope for this kingdom, Ho, and I’m not going to let you all take that away.” the young rebel declares, his growling voice akin to a commanding wolf.
“And how would you be so sure?”
“I can feel it. I believe her ‘cause I just know it.”
“How is that even definitive?” Ho snickers, bringing his knee up to Chan’s stomach.
Chan hisses in pain, but despite the hurt, he manages to send a powerful glare at the captain, “Sometimes that’s all you need when idiots like you have sucked the light out of everyone’s lives.”
“How beautiful. Poetic.” Ho chuckles, sending a hard slap across his cheek, “You disgust me, Bang Chan.”
“Good.”
With a menacing crack of his knuckles, Ho backs Chan against the ragged walls, attacking the younger male with a string of punches and kicks. Anyone would have broken at that point, letting go of the string that kept them alive and succumbing to the darkness enveloping their lonely selves. But not Bang Chan. Each massive blow on his broken body only sparked more flames in his very soul, waiting for the right time to break out and devour everything in its path.
Meanwhile, Jisung paces around the prison cell, fists randomly hitting parts of the wall from time to time. Despite the redness blooming across his knuckles, the Electricon doesn’t relent. His movements stop when the steel gate creaks open, revealing Lord Kim. The elder pushes a beaten-up Minho into the cell before shutting the gate angrily. He sends a mocking smirk towards the two prisoners, sauntering away seconds later as if he had done something of importance.
Minho nearly collapses the minute he takes a step forward, but Jisung is quick enough to catch him. As he supports the Magnetron, he asks, “What the hell did you do for them to ruin you like this?”
“I did something you’d do.” Minho mumbles, trying to stand straighter.
“Gee, thanks.” Jisung sighs, helping him walk to the corner of the room.
Once he gets Minho seated on the floor, his eyes fall shut as he releases a deep breath. The Magnetron’s body still feels sore from the injuries he had received from fighting his father and Lord Kim’s beating, and quite frankly, his mind – and emotions – were in a bit of a boggling jumble as of now. Jisung bites his lip – perhaps in frustration or despair – at the sight of Miroh’s “mightiest” so broken and defeated. Never would the Electricon have imagined that the proud Silver who refused to back down would end up like this. Jisung kicks the wall like a tantrum-throwing child, causing Minho to slowly open his eyes. Once Jisung has calmed down and sits across him, Minho nearly smirks – key word being nearly. “At least you don’t look as messed up as I do.”
Jisung leans his head back on the wall, “You suck.”
“You still have horrible bantering skills.”
“I – ”
Before Jisung can continue his sentence, a familiar figure opens the cell’s gate and walks in. He drags a barely-conscious Chan inside like a slaughtered animal, causing Jisung to send him a million death glares. Minho refuses to look at the figure, thinking he’d throw up on the spot out of disgust for the traitorous captain.
Ho tosses Chan’s limp body towards Jisung who protectively pulls him closer. Blood paints almost every inch of Chan’s body as purple and blue marks start to bloom on his skin as a result from numerous beatings. His sweat mixes with his blood in a gruesome painting, trailing down his angelic face like cracks on a broken vase; Jisung fears his leader is going to slip away from him any second.
The captain smirks, “You three are much sturdier than I expected. When are you going to break?”
“As you can see, never in a million years, dimwit.” Minho mumbles, disinterest lacing his words as if dismissing the captain who was boring him.
Ho heartily chuckles before grabbing the Magnetron by the collar, “Did your father not tell you that you had the chance to be exempted from all this?”
“Yeah,” Minho growls, “but I’d rather die.”
“I’d love to kill the one and only Lee Minho,” Ho brings his knife to the younger male’s neck, slicing a shallow cut just enough to watch a sliver of Silver blood trickle down his skin, “but that’s not for me to decide.”
He punches Minho’s jaw, causing him to stumble back and slump against the wall. He supports himself by leaning against it, steely eyes sending daggers towards the captain. “Where is y/n?”
“Don’t you ever get tired of looking out for her?”
“Where is she?” Minho yells, and Jisung could swear a deadly anger was radiating off of him, threatening to consume Ho whole.
Ho snickers, twirling the knife in his hand, “Somewhere here, I don’t know. Ask Bang. Was he not supposed to be her guardian angel or something?”
Chan is now sitting up, being supported by Jisung. Despite the gravity of his injuries, he manages to face Ho with confidence and strength. He doesn’t say anything, but Ho knows what his rebellious eyes are trying to convey – you’re going to pay.
Another mocking laugh escapes Ho’s lips before he exits the cell, “I have much more important matters to attend to. I don’t know how long you’ll last, but it was nice watching you all struggle to win this fight.”
Once the captain had disappeared, Jisung mutters, “I’m going to shove a sword up his ass one day.”
Minho cringes at his choice of words before rolling his eyes, “We’re stuck here, imbecile. The only way we get out of here is by being rescued.”
“I have full confidence that will happen.”
“I don’t. Might as well get chummy with two idiots.”
“You really suck.”
“So do you.”
As the two continue to banter as usual, Chan leans his back against the wall, empty eyes staring at the blood-stained wall across from him. While Jisung mutters to himself incoherent words about Minho being an ass, the Magnetron casts his gaze on the Sounder. A few minutes of silence surrounds the trio, smothering them with a heaviness that could weigh down their very souls if not broken. Minho shifts in his spot, leaning his head back as he whispers, “You promised you’d keep her safe, Bang.”
Chan speaks for the first time upon arriving in Dolorem, “Yeah? You kind of did as well.”
Minho looks down as disappointment and shame washes over his entire existence, “Yet here we are.”
“She’s alive, Lee.” Chan says, “They aren’t going to kill her yet. I doubt they will.”
“What does your captain hope to gain from this?” Minho suddenly asks, eyes still glued to the ground.
Chan shrugs, “Power? I can only assume he has a deal with the Council and will gain power from what he’s doing for them, including killing all of us.”
“You were supposed to do that.”
“I know.”
Jisung joins the conversation, “You do know that Chan and Felix disobeyed Ho’s orders, right?”
“I know that.” Minho mumbles, the words struggling to come out. His throat feels tights, but despite the immense pride he held, Minho let that all down as he finally shifts his attention to Chan, “Thank you.”
“For what?” Chan tilts his head rather innocently.
“Keeping her safe.” Minho dejectedly chuckles a pitiful sound, “Safer than I ever could.”
A small smile graces Chan’s split lip as he replies, “I’m not the only one who wants y/n safe, Minho. Jisung does, her brother does, you do. We all do and somehow, we’ve all done our part to make sure she stayed safe. At this point, y/n needs to do things herself now. We’ve done what we can, and it’s all up to her now. All we can do is help and stand by her.”
“You’re right, I know,” Minho starts, “but I guess…I never saw that.”
“Y/n told us that you guys were childhood friends…and well, supposedly engaged.” Jisung proceeds with caution, making sure he doesn’t hit a sensitive note with his query.
“We are, and we were.” Minho says lowly, almost ashamed of his own words, “I called it off.”
“Did you…not love her?” the Electricon prods.
A small smile has now appeared on Minho’s lips as if he were reminiscing on the better parts of his life, “It’s not that I didn’t love her. I called it off because I was mad at her at that time; I wasn’t exactly thinking straight.”
Minho stares at the steel bars caging them from the outside world, longing to bend them to his will if not for the Silent Stone. “I loved her more than anything, but I ruined everything for her. For us.”
“I don’t think it’s fair for you to say that, Minho.” Chan shrugs, biting his already bruised lip as he chooses his words with delicacy, “I’m sure y/n loved you too. I’m sure she still does.”
“She loves you, Chan.” Minho says, but contrary to what everyone was expecting, there was no bitterness in his words. Surely, a drop of sadness and regret laced his words, but not a single hint of bitterness towards the Newblood was evident. “Besides, you don’t know how much pain I’ve caused her over the years.”
Jisung shifts a little, scooting over so he could sit beside Minho, “If I may be so bold to ask…how did you become Lee Minho? Like, the Lee Minho every Silver idolized and the Lee Minho every Red and Newblood feared?”
Minho shrugs like all life has been drained from him; like he no longer had any fight in him. His eyes are glued to the window, light reflecting in his dark irises as he answers the younger male, “House Lee is second in power to the royal family. For obvious reasons, every member in that household is to be ‘perfect’ in the eyes of the Silvers. I grew up in an environment where everything I did had to meet the expectations of my father. My mother didn’t believe that and wanted me to enjoy my life as my own.”
“Y/n mentioned that…”
“She’s dead?” Minho nearly chokes on his own words, tongue twisting and tripping in a heartbreaking struggle, “Yes, she is. A long time ago. I didn’t understand why my father was so angry with her back then. As a child, I thought it was because she spent a lot of time with King Seo as they shared the same sentiments over the hierarchy. ‘It’s just jealousy’ I thought. Until I witnessed my mother getting dragged into the dungeons and executed the next day for all the High Houses to see.”
“That just made things worse for you, didn’t it?” Chan asks.
“Father became stricter. I was basically a puppet who did his every bidding. From what I did, to what I would do in the future, to the people I became friends with – he controlled everything I did and used fear to discipline me.” Minho scoffs, a bitter smile curling at his lips, “Ironically, that’s how I treated y/n and the rest.”
“What do you mean?”
“Y/n and the other boys were different. They didn’t exactly have more freedom than I did, but they had a…different outlook on their lives as opposed to me. Y/n, as you probably know, helped me cope with my mother’s death when no one else did and became my closest friend.” Minho’s eyes held a tint of melancholy as he continues, “But as we grew older, the expectations became greater. The pressure was so great that all of them, with the exception of Seungmin, started to sneak out. Y/n always encouraged me to ‘let loose’ from time to time, but I rejected her out of fear from my father and opted to stick to the Silver way.”
“Seungmin told us that when you’re raised to believe one thing, you tend to forget everything else.” Chan points out, “It’s the same for you, isn’t it?”
Minho nods. He cannot explain why he’s suddenly so talkative or why he’s suddenly opening up to the Newbloods he despised not too long ago. Perhaps it was the idea of dying soon and not letting anyone know how he truly felt. Or the feeling of desperation as the days grew darker and more hopeless, prompting him to at least lessen his burden. Or, it was as you kept telling him – they aren’t what you think they are.  
“I justified my actions by telling them that I didn’t want what happened to Mother to happen to them. I mean, I really didn’t want that to happen again, but that genuine concern was somehow twisted into something heartless after living life in accordance to the Council.”
“In being molded into the ‘perfect Silver’, I somewhat lost myself in the process. My identity was found in the expectations and standards they had for me.” Minho closes his eyes, stubbornly refusing to let anyone see how a glassiness had glazed his orbs with emotions he rarely felt, “In losing myself, I lost y/n. Whatever ‘genuine’ love I had for her disappeared because I was too busy wanting her to become as perfect as the Council wanted me to be. That’s not what she wanted.”
“What did you originally want for you? For her? For the both of you?” Chan asks again, the gentleness in his voice startling the Magnetron like a newborn kitten.
“Pathetically, I can’t even remember.” Minho admits, head hanging low with shame, “I don’t know. Like I said, I lost myself. Who is Lee Minho if you remove all the Silver expectations? It’s like the Council possessed me and every inch of my being, so I don’t even know what I wanted then, and what I want now. That’s my answer.”
“If it’s any consolation,” Chan starts, and despite the weariness settling in his bones, his eyes are very much alive and strong, “it took a while for us to know what we wanted as well. You’ll get there. Give yourself time.”
“Shouldn’t joining SKZ somehow dictate what you wanted in life?” Minho inquires, raising his eyebrow.
“Not really.” Chan gestures to Jisung, “Tell him.”
Jisung offers the Magnetron a small smile before saying, “A lot of us joined SKZ and still didn’t know what we wanted in life. I, for one, can attest to that. I joined SKZ for the hell of it. I told myself ‘you’re going to be making a difference’ and ‘you’re going to bring justice to this unjust world’, but in reality, I had no clue why I joined a rebel group.”
He continues, “I never experienced the hardships Chan and the rest went through. My life was…alright, I guess. But as a ‘neutral party’, I hated witnessing how Reds and Newbloods had to suffer because of the Silvers. Greensborough, Elysium, and parts of District 9 were alright, but when you see places like the Trench, it pisses you off. ‘How could Silvers just let people live in such conditions?’ I would often ask. It was only a year after joining SKZ that I realized that I found happiness in our little scouting trips. I wasn’t one for rebellions, protesting against Miroh, and all those rebel-like stuff. I was happy doing little scouting trips, giving donations and rations to the poorer towns. I spend time with the people there and share whatever joy I had with them. That’s what I wanted out of SKZ.”
The way Minho’s mouth hangs open was enough for Jisung to know that he was amazed – awestruck even – at the story the Electricon had shared. He did not have to spout highly elaborate, scholarly words to make a point. He said what he wanted to say with confidence, allowing his emotions to do the storytelling for him. The rawness and genuineness of his words was easily conveyed with conviction, allowing it to be stronger than any political claim a High House elite could make in court. Jisung’s eyes glimmered in the dark room almost as if a cluster of stars had graced them with their presence.
Chan smiles proudly, watching Jisung with admiration, “There you have it. From Han Jisung himself.”
“He’s not as annoying and stupid as I thought.” Minho finally responds, and though his expression is deadpan, it was impossible to miss the playful glint in his eyes.
“Why you – ” Jisung starts.
Chan smiles a bit wider, “There’s more to Jisung than most people see. He’s childish, impulsive, happy-go-lucky, and reckless – ”
“I don’t see how this makes me a better person, hyung.”
“ – but he’s also the most genuine person ever.” Chan grins, “His playful nature tends to conceal his more introspective side, but it comes out when it’s really needed.”
“I just…like to smile. Smiling and laughing makes everything better even when it’s not.” Jisung blurts, “That way, you kind of give everyone the strength they need.”
Minho leans his head back against the wall, humming lowly in response. “You’re still a bug zapper to me, Han Jisung.”
“You’re still a tin can, Lee Minho.”
The two share identical smirks before tearing their competitive gazes away from each other. “I’m happy y/n has you two.” Minho whispers. “She deserves the happiness you give her.”
“She has you too, Minho.” Jisung grins cheekily, “I mean…maybe she sees you differently from Chan, but she still has you.”
“It sucks to say this, but I’m more than willing to let go of y/n if she chooses to be happy with Chan.” Minho sighs, sounding almost relieved, “I can’t love her the way you do; not anymore, at least. Not when I don’t even know my identity without the standards they set for me. She needs someone who has strong convictions and isn’t easily swayed. If there’s anyone I can trust y/n with, it’s you.”
Minho then turns to Chan, steely eyes piercing the Sounder’s own with a gaze so intense it could make a hole in the wall next to him, “So if we get out of this hellhole, you have to swear that you’ll treat her like the queen she is. Swear you’re going to make her happy, love her, and protect her as best as you can. The minute you hurt her, I’m sending a spear through your head.”
“Violent words, but oh so poetic.” Jisung whispers, causing the Magnetron to smirk.
Chan can only smile, a faint chuckle escaping his lips, “I’ll keep that in mind then. But you have to promise you’re still going to be there for her as he dearest friend. Promise you’re still going to care for, love, and protect her as the friend she treasures the most.”
“You didn’t have to ask, Bang.” Minho smirks, “That’s a given already.”
They both let out chuckles, a now lighter silence filling the cell. Minho is just about to shut his eyes out of exhaustion when Chan speaks, “And Minho?”
“Hm?”
“You’ll find yourself one day.”
With that, Minho smirks, eyes collapsing as exhaustion finally settles in his bones. Jisung sends a grin towards Chan’s direction, whispering softly, “You really have a way with words, don’t you?”
“Get some rest, Jisung.” Chan chuckles softly, “We’re getting out of this and settling things once and for all.”
“Roger that, Captain.”
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A string of curses escapes Woojin’s lips as soon as the remaining Newbloods and Seungmin arrive at the now empty base. “We’re too late.”
Felix quickly teleports into the house, returning outside after a few seconds, “Other than this huge whole, probably done by a Bomber, the house is…in tact.”
“Oh no.” Seungmin starts to panic, eyes darting around as his head begins to throb with pain, “They must have taken y/n, Chan, and Jisung. No, no, no. If what I know is true, they were brought to Dolorem. This is a disaster! Dolorem is – ”
Jeongin sympathetically frowns, gently rubbing the Whisper’s back in assurance. The youngest quietly speaks, “What do we do, Woojin-hyung? Dolorem is impossible to break into, but we can’t just…leave them.”
Woojin sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair, “Seungmin, what do you know about Dolorem?”
The younger male rattles his brain, sorting his thoughts and piecing everything together like a puzzle, “Well, to start off, the main entrance to Dolorem itself is guarded by Whispers – they’re way stronger than I am. The entrance to the prison itself is guarded by Whispers, so there’s that. Inside the dungeons cells are Silent Stone, but outside the cells is normal so you can still use your abilities.”
“What about the guards inside?” Felix queries.
“Royal Guard, so they’re just Magnetrons. Still, they’re trained by Lord Lee, so they aren’t just small-fry.” Seungmin sighs, biting his lip anxiously.
Jeongin raises a finger, “Do you think Ho or the Councilors are still there?”
Woojin shakes his head, “Ho rarely remains in one place for long. He’s either back in his base, or gathering his people and training them or something.”
“Same with the Council.” Seungmin says, “They don’t linger in Dolorem for long, so I assume they’re back in the castle, especially since none of the royal kids or Council children are there.”
“Do you think Felix can get inside unnoticed?” Woojin asks.
“Definitely.” Seungmin shakes his head, “But even if he were inside the dungeons, how would he get everyone out? The minute he’s inside a cell, his teleportation powers won’t work. We have to either get the gates opened or break it from the outside.”
“Then can I teleport you inside, then you command the guards to open the gates?” Felix inquires.
Seungmin chews on his lip for a few seconds, juggling Felix’s question and assessing the pros and cons of such a proposal. “Theoretically, you can do that. But once we do open the gates, there’s no guarantee we can make it out successfully.”
“I can immobilize everyone inside the dungeon.” Woojin smirks, “But we need to think of how everyone will escape once outside the dungeon.”
Jeongin offers a small smile, pointing to his freckled friend, “Felix can teleport people as far as the entrance to Dolorem, but that will take an extreme toll on him and will practically deplete his energy.”
“Do you think it’s safe to assume that they’re all in good shape?” Woojin questions the Whisper.
With a deep sigh, Seungmin purses his lips, “I’d assume Hyunjin, Jisung, and Changbin would be the least injured, judging by the gravity of their ‘trespasses’ against the Council. I would not be so sure for y/n, as yes, they want her dead, but I doubt they would hurt her that much. Knowing how the Council had high expectations for Minho and Ho detests Chan to the core, I’m afraid those two will bear the burden of being most injured. Dolorem is where torture happens.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Woojin pauses, pacing around the grassy field.
Everyone remains silent for what seems to be forever. Ironically, they felt like time was passing by too quickly, their frantic hands helplessly grabbing at any means to somehow freeze the clock so as to avoid the impending doom of your lives being in danger at Dolorem. Each heartbeat feels like every passing second, prompting and taunting the group to think – and act – faster than they already are. The pressure to come up with some sort of rescue plan had them feeling uneasy, yet they did not relent.
“I have a vague plan.” Woojin suddenly whispers, his eyes sparked with a sense of hope.
“Let’s hear it.” Felix rubs his hands together, squatting down on the grass.
“It’s really risky, but we have no choice. Literally. We have to try anything at this point.” the eldest male eyes each younger male, gaze stern and serious like a father. His warm eyes land on Seungmin, a deep fleck of trust swimming in his irises, “And…I need you to be strong, Seungmin. I need you to believe you can do what I’m going to ask of you.”
Seungmin feels his heart collapse, then speed up seconds later. He swallows the lump lodged in his throat, soft eyes unwavering as they look directly at Woojin. His hands are shaking, anxiety and fear mingling with every drop of his blood, but despite the obvious signs of hesitance, Seungmin steels himself. Whatever Woojin had in mind, it was for his friends. It was for you, for Changbin, for Hyunjin, and for his Newblood friends. It was for the people he loved. It was for the people he could call a family. And at this point, he knew he’d have to be brave for them, even if he had to tear himself away from his comfort zone by force.
“I’ll do my best.”
Woojin gives him an approving nod before craning his head side-to-side as if stretching, “Ok, Jeongin, you do know what Lord Lee looks like, right?”
“Yes.”
Seungmin adds, “Just act like you own the place and you’re good to go.”
“Ok. So Jeongin will act as Lord Lee, bringing me, Seungmin, and Felix in as if he caught us as prisoners. Seungmin, you’ll need to block out or negate the mind-reading from the other Whispers as best as you can. I know they’re trained and more skilled than you, but this is crucial. Your role is crucial. We can’t get in without you messing with their abilities.” Woojin says lowly, eyes nearly pleading.
“I know.” Seungmin replies quietly, “I can do it.”
Woojin pats his shoulder before continuing, “Once inside the dungeons, Jeongin, since you’re still in Lord Lee’s disguise, look for Minho’s cell and tell whichever guard that you need to talk to your son or something. Once that guard approves and opens the cell gate, Felix will teleport in and knock him out. Whoever is in the cell with Minho, we get them out.”
“I see.” Jeongin grins almost child-like, “And once Minho is free, bending the steel gates open will be a piece of cake.”
“And what of the other guards and getting out of Dolorem?” Felix nervously asks, worry lacing his words as he thinks about how he might not have enough strength to teleport back and forth to get each person out.
“I will stay behind – ”
“What?” the three younger males exclaim, eyes wide like scared children.
Woojin grins, “ – for the time being. Relax. If Seungmin’s assumption is correct, Chan and Minho might not be in the best shape for running and escaping. Felix, you’ll have to prioritize them when teleporting out, ok?”
“Roger roger.” Felix salutes.
“Hyunjin may have a high chance of going unnoticed, given he’s a Silk. Jisung can bolt away. If Felix still has enough energy, you might have to teleport the Seo siblings as well. They can’t be seen outside the dungeons whatsoever.” Woojin continues to explain, “Jeongin, disguise yourself as Lord Lee again. Seungmin, slip away and manipulate minds when suspected if you have to. Make them think they can’t see you or any of us. While you’re all doing that, I will deal with any guard that gets in the way. A little gravity crushing should do the trick.”
“We can’t completely eliminate the risk of failure, and I don’t see too many cons to this plan,” Seungmin puts a finger to his chin, slowly nodding his head, “but they’re going to realize the prisoners are gone sooner or later. They’ll hunt us all down until they manage to bring us back in. We can’t run or hide forever.”
“We’ll figure that out when we get everyone out.” Woojin smiles, “We need to make sure we get them out first.”
“I can help with you little escapade.”
The silky voice surprises Jeongin, causing the young male to slowly inch his way behind Woojin. Seungmin’s eyes widen in a pleasant surprise as Felix beams sunnily. A familiar raven-haired individual greets the group, mindlessly twirling his elaborate sunglasses. “At ease, Newbloods.”
“Bambam?” Seungmin gapes, eyebrow raised at the Elite’s sudden presence.
Woojin tilts his head, taking a protective stance while maintaining gentle eyes, “Bambam the Silver Elite? What brings you here? Who sent you?”
Bambam slips his sunglasses into the pocket of his velvet coat, crossing his long arms, “I am no spy, do not worry. I am not siding with the hideous Council, and yes, I am aware of what is happening.” the elite gives the group a small albeit warm smile as his eyes twinkle.
“I grew up with the Seo siblings being my only friends, even if we didn’t see each other as much as the Council children. And so, I cherish them very much. I’ve caught word that both y/n and Changbin are imprisoned somewhere. I’m here to be of assistance. I leave the escaping shenanigan to you rebels, but I can assure you that I will provide a place to stay. Temporary, but it may suffice just enough to regroup and regain strength for your next plans.”
“Wait, just like that?” Jeongin gasps, failing to conceal the wonder in his tone, “How did you even know we were here?”
Bambam chuckles, “Yes, just like that. It’s the least I can do for those siblings. And your buddy Felix came to me after hearing about Hyunjin and the rest being captured in hopes to get help worst-case-scenario. Little did we know that y/n was also taken.” the Elite finishes with a wink, “And I’m a Shadow, little one. You won’t have to worry about me being followed. I can turn invisible at will.”
“Can’t you help us get them out, Bambam?” Seungmin asks desperately.
“I would love to, Kim Seungmin, but there is an absence of light in Dolorem, and that greatly affects how my abilities work. Shadows can’t exist without light, and I can’t turn myself or anyone invisible if I can’t bend light.” Bambam explains, offering a small smile in return, “But I will make sure you have safe passage to my safe house as soon as you get out of Dolorem.”
“We appreciate it, really.” Woojin politely bows, “How do you propose we meet with you or get to the safe house?”
The raven-haired Elite clears his throat, grinning as he hands a white paper coated with a thin layer of glitter to the eldest Newblood, “Further instructions are all there. Simply read it once you’ve reached Mortem. That’s the Red town about four kilometers from Dolorem’s borders. They’re all Reds there, so do not worry about any Silvers. Seungmin, do you know about Mortem?”
“Yes, I’ve read about it, so I think I can get us there.” the Whisper nods.
“Good.” Bambam clasps his hands together, “Read that paper once in Mortem. Only when you’re in Mortem.”
“We can’t thank you enough for the help, Bambam.” Woojin extends his hand for a shake.
Bambam grips it, giving the group a confident smile, “Long live our little queen, boys.”
Once the group has thanked and said their goodbyes, the Silver Elite makes his leave, bending light to disappear from the naked eye. Jeongin shakes his head, mouth still agape, “Well, miracles do exist.”
“Yes they do.” Felix grins, turning to Woojin.
The older male sighs, giving the boys a wider grin, “Alright, tomorrow, we rescue our friends.”
Seungmin nods, eyes trailing over to the setting sun. The rays paint the sky a beautiful hue of purple and pink, faint hazes of orange misting across. The warm tones reflect in his eyes like a luxurious painting, mingling with the glimmer of zeal that settles in his irises. Woojin had told him that he had a crucial role – without Seungmin’s mind manipulation, getting past the Whispers and guards would be dangerous.
And despite the pounding of his heart telling him that the success of this plan was a big unknown, Seungmin knew and was sure of one thing.
He was going to help get you all out.
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A High Note of Love: Part 5
( Idk why I’m still writing this, not many people read it but w/e. I really like this chapter, but I’m also a whore for Sean so whatever lmao. I also do not do well with the other women in the camp, i have no idea how to write most of the men either but hey ho whatever!)
Master list :http://cowboy-canoodler.tumblr.com/post/183094165570/a-high-note-of-love-master-list
Sean, and Arthur were about to ride you to their camp to introduce you to the rest of the gang. Your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest, if they didn’t like you what would you do? Arthur was loyal, you knew that, and you didn’t want to force this choice on him, mainly because you knew that he wouldn’t choose you.
Your clothes now resembled someone of the higher society, but not high enough that the gang would be repulsed by you. You chose a deep emerald green gown, with gold lace accents along the collar, cuffs, and along your bustle, a small bonnet with Lillies adorned your head. You held a small suitcase full of day clothes and some make up to touch up later on, you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be riding back home tonight. A last look in the mirror and you were satisfied with you final outfit, you turned to leave your room and show yourself to Arthur. He was stood with his back at the bar, smoking a cigarette, you could see specks of mud on the back of his neck, some blood too.
“Those are bad for your health you know” You commented making your way towards him.
“Says who?” Arthur turned around with a smirk on his face, but his mouth fell agape when he saw you, “Hot damn”
“What?” You panicked, “Do I look okay?” You started looking down and around your outfit in a panic.
“No no! You- You look beautiful (Y/N)” Arthur looked lost for words, his eyes bore a hole into your outfit, almost as if he hadn’t seen one quite like it.
“Oh” Your head snapped up to meet his gaze with a blush dusting your cheeks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear you replied, “Th-Thank you Arthur”. A smile crept its way into your face and you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “We shouldn’t keep Sean waiting”
“I guess you’re right, don’t know how happy I am that he’s comin’ on our ride, but it is what it is I s’pose” Arthur placed a hand on your shoulder and started leading you out of the door of the bar and there was a delicate touch to his hand as if he were handling something precious.
Sean was restless on his horse looking around at the people scattered on the streets, “finally” he looked over at you and Arthur, who had removed his hand from you as soon as he saw Sean, “thought you were gonna bail on me!”
“Did enough bailin’ for you when we saved your damn ass from hangin’” Arthur chuckled helping you onto his horse, you were settled and Arthur hoisted him self in front of you and sat down, somehow slotting in front of you perfectly and you wrapped your arms around his stomach for balance. That’s what you told yourself anyway, but you enjoyed the feeling of him being close to you again. The only time you two had been as close as this was weeks ago when you shared a bed, neither you nor Arthur had tried to initiate sex again after that. IT somehow didn’t feel right, like you would ruin what was blooming.
“God Arthur! you speak of that all the time but it was years ago!” Sean lightly kicked his horse to start your journey.
“It was last week!” Arthur shouted back, their personalities were so different from each other and yet they worked so well joking around and making you giggle.
“You sure? Feels like years ago when I’m with such delightful comp’ny, say Miss (Y/N)?” Sean looked back at you with a grin on his face.
“Yes Master MacGuire?” You lifted a brow to the ginger lad, a curious tone to your voice, “How can one such as I help you?”
“What part of Great Britain are you from?” Sean suddenly got very serious, not forgetting this man was Irish and probably hated the English for all they had done against the Irish.
“Lesnewth, Cornwall. Though I no longer consider myself English, if my mother saw me today she’d refer to me as a-” You shrivelled your face up, as if eating a lemon, and spoke in an over exaggerated posh accent referring to your mother, “A dirty Yankee, you’re a disgrace upon the name of (Y/LN) and should be whipped!” All three of you left out a laugh at your impression of your mother, “Not a delightful woman to speak to my mother, unless you’re Queen Victoria of course!”
“She sure sounds like it!” Arthur was still chuckling at your impression earlier, you could feel his stomach muscles working with each breath.
“Lisnewth? I ain’t never heard of that, but Cornwall? Now you’re talkin! I’m gonna guess you’re family’s in Tin mining then?” A couple of men on horses passed giving you and Arthur a dirty look.
“My my Master MacGuire! How ever did you guess?” You were genuinely surprised that Sean knew of the Tin mining in Cornwall, then again Tin mining is the only thing to come out of Cornwall. “You guessed right though, my family used to own a small Tin mine, then the prices shot up and we became rich. Funny how it happens to the un-expecting, and the un-deserving” The last part you mumbled under your breath but you’re sure Arthur heard, you could feel his shoulders tighten in response.
“You don’t need to tell him (Y/N), he’ll only get attached to ya, and then you gotta talk to him everyday!” Was Arthur joking? This was a rare sight indeed, you could feel that he was relaxed around you, or maybe it was Sean, it would make sense for Arthur to be relaxed around someone he considers his family.
“What if I want to speak to Master MacGuire everyday?” You teased Arthur, pinching at his stomach a little.
“Exactly! What if she wants to speak to me? I’m handsome, charming-” Sean puffed out his chest as he started listing his good qualities.
“Loud, cocky, prone to shoot before thinkin’“ Arthur cut in and listed Seans seemingly bad qualities.
“Oh, trying to turn her against me are you Arthur? Well how about we let the lady decide?” Sean looked directly at you and you stared to burn up.
“Oh! Well- I- Uh- I don’t really know you yet Master MacGuire, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better” You smiled back. Arthur snapped his reins and demanded his horse move faster, trying to get you away from Sean no doubt.
“Arthur!” Sean shouted but you were well ahead of him.
“Arthur? What are you doing?” You asked, tugging your arms at his torso.
“I don’t like you talking to him”
“Is this jealousy Arthur? Get a grip!” You snapped at him, why did you snap at him? Part of you was happy he was jealous, but you also felt conflicted. You should be able to freely speak to men or women without repercussions, and you especially felt hatred towards the fact you were being told what you can and can’t do. “I can get to know whomever I want” You lightly hit your head on Arthurs back to give him a nudge.
Arthur pulled on the reins and slowed down to a trot, “I know, I know. I don’t wanna control you (Y/N), I just. Nevermind, we’re close to the camp now” Arthur looked back and saw Sean catching up to you both.
“The hell Arthur?” Seans hair was dishevelled and he was out of breath.
“I wanted her for myself for a bit, got a problem?” Arthur teased Sean again, but his comment did bring a little happiness to you. “Besides, I had no idea what y’all were talkin’ bout. Tin, Cornwall, Liscewth or whatever” Sean and Arthur carried on their bickering but you were looking out over the forest.
You could see the glow of fires in the distance, the sun had started to set and a warm glow enveloped the forest around you. Highlights of deer in the trees, the flowers on the ground, and leaves in the trees. The evening was beautiful and you were so glad you could be here to enjoy it.
“Who’s that?” A Voice shouted from the trees, it came from a big man with a black beard and rotund belly. He carried a rifle in his hands, cocked and ready to fire.
“Sean and Arthur ya dumbass!” Arthur shouted back.
“Who’s that?” The man nodded towards you, a furrowed brow and pressed lips on his face.
“She’s a friend, put your damn gun away. Don’t point it at a a lady”
“Pleasure to meet you sir” You offered a warm smile, this was the second member of the gang you were meeting and you wanted to make a good first impression.
“You sure we can trust her?”  An air of suspicion was suddenly around you, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before.
“Bill shut yer damn mouth, if I thought we couldn’t trust her do you think I would have brought her here?” Arthur rolled his eyes and dismissively waved his hand at Bill.
“Well I suppose so, but I got my eye on you Missy!” You were slightly taken aback by Bills forwardness, you stared Bill in the eyes as you and Arthur made your way past on the horse.
“I look forward to getting to know you in the future Master Bill” Did you? Part of you knew that the suspicion would never fade away, maybe he was like this with everyone, nevertheless you needed Arthurs family to like you.
You, Sean, and Arthur came up to the hitching posts and Arthur dismounted, with very heavy feet. You swung your right leg over the horse and slid your way off as gracefully as you could a slight lighter than Arthur. Sean gave you a wink and walked his way into the camp, waving at fellow gang members along the way. There were tents, carts, and tables set up with people jostling about, drinking and having fun.
“Is there a party or something?” You asked, walking your way alongside Arthur.
“Naw. No party. Jus’ glad to be alive I s’pose” Arthur looked handsome in the evening light, the orange shades of the sun lit up the highlights of his face, His broad nose, stubbled jaw, eyebrows, eyes, hat, everything about him. He was just a very handsome man in general. He soon looked down and caught you staring, “Somethin’ wrong?” His brow raised and his eyes widened.
“No not at all” Your breath hitched as you looked into his eyes, “Just admiring the view. The evening sun lights up your features perfectly Arthur” A warm breeze passed and the smell of smoke from the fires wafted by, you could hear singing and laughing from the camp members.
“Not much of a view if ya tell me” Arthur looked away, you had thought your compliment had made him smile but now only furrowed bros and a scowl remained, you brought a hand to Arthurs cheek and turned him to face you again.
“It’s one hell of a view Arthur” You smiled again, and so did Arthur this time.
“Hey (Y/N)!” Sean shouted as he ran up to you and Arthur, “I told some o’ the members about ya! Don’t be embarrassed to meet them!”
“Thank you Master-”
“Please call me Sean, I beg ya”
“Thank you, Sean” Sean winked once more and ran back off into the camp towards a woman with blonde shoulder length hair, in tight curls, a whiskey bottle grasped firmly in her hand. “Well, who should I meet now?” you didn’t want Arthur to know you were nervous but you were certain he had already noticed.
“Come one, I’ll let ya see Hosea” Arthur placed a guiding hand on you once more and brought you to a table with an older man sat at it writing in a book. He was well dressed, and well kept, silver hair slicked to one side, years tugging at his skin
“Are we interrupting?” Arthur asked sitting him self down.
“Not at all Arthur I-” Hosea looked up and caught your eyes, “Oh pardon me I didn’t realise I was in the company of a lady” He stood up and extended an hand, “Hosea Matthews”
You took his hand and gave it a light shake “(Y/FN) (Y/LN), nice to meet you” Hosea gestured for you to sit down and you complied.
“You’re English?”Hosea asked, his eyes piercing into yours, he was workign you out without uttering a word about it, you nodded in response, “Ah, been in America long?”
“A couple of years now, but it feels like I’ve always lived here” Arthur stood up and walked over to a couple of crates by a wagon, he pulled out three bottles of beer and made his way back over.
“America can be like that, Arthur how did you and Miss (Y/LN) meet?” Hosea looked over at Arthur and grabbed one of the beers.
“Oh, I was scopin’ a target in Saint Denis, he went into a saloon, I went in, and (Y/N) was singing that night. Jus’ so happened to listen in” Arthur popped off the bottle caps and handed a beer to you, which you gratuitously accepted.
“My dear girl, you’re a singer?” Hosea raised his eyebrows and you started to feel embarrassed.
“Yes, It’s nothing big I just sing a couple of nights a week. I’m not all that good that I deserve praise or attention!” You were waving your hands about trying to sound humble.
“Not all that good?” Arthur scoffed and took a swig of his drink, “Hosea she has a voice like an angel” His comment made you blush deeply, a light chuckle escaping from your lips.
“Arthur doesn’t give compliments like this lightly, so I’m compelled to believe him” Hosea took another swig of his drink, he was very slender and kept his appearance up.
“I must thank you then Arthur” you gave Arthur a slight judge with your elbow, an embarrassment taking over you, it was a nice thought that Arthur kept compliments like this for people who really deserve it, not like then men who throw them around to manipulate you into getting into their bed for the night.
“S’no problem, I’m only tellin’ the truth” Arthur looked over at Hosea who had returned to writing in his book, you couldn’t quite tell what he was writing but it looked like a map of sorts with arrows and directions. Arthur caught you staring and promptly stood up, “we’ll leave ya be Hosea, you got work to do I see” Arthur offered a hand out to you which you accepted, and you stood up grabbing s hold of your drink in your other hand.
“No problem Arthur” Hosea look up to you, “pleasure to meet you Miss (Y/LN).”
“And you too Mister Matthews” you gave a small curtsy and followed Arthur who had begun walking towards the campfire, towards a man with black hair, a poncho, hat, and a guitar, and another with shoulder length brown hair, a beer, and a gaunt expression.
“This here is Javier Escuella and Kieran O’Driscoll” Arthur extended a hand out towards the two men who had been sitting in silence prior to your introduction. They both looked up towards Arthur and yourself.
“I ain’t an O’Driscoll sir!” Kieran promptly responded before seeing you, “Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t see you there” he stood up and offered a hand of greeting towards you, “I’m Kieran, n-not with the O’Driscoll part Ma’am, my last name’s Duffy” His expression was soft, not battle hardened like the rest of the gang you had seen, a small lanky sort of boy who’s hair fell in front of his face.
“Calm down, I was jus’ jokin’ around” Arthur diffused, setting himself down next to Javier who gave him a quizzical look. You bowed your head towards Kieran and took his hand giving him a reassuring smile. Javier look up at you and gave you a small nod, “this here’s Javier”
“A pleasure to meet you both, I’m (Y/N) (Y/LN)” you kept your voice soft as you introduced yourself, Arthur was sat in the floor next to Javier and you sat on a log next to Keiran, Javier went back to looking at his guitar and the air went dead, not at all like how it was with Hosea. “Do you play Mister Escuella?” You asked after taking a sip of your beer.
“Si, one of the things that keeps camp home. It’s nice to meet you Senorita” The guitar was beautiful, and very well kept, no signs of wear on the strings, carved intricacies were all over it, and Javier hands were always soft when handling the wood. 
“(Y/N) here is a singer in Saint Denis-” Arthur looked over at you, his eyes sparkling in the firelight, a warm glow to his face, God he was even more handsome right now. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as you met his gaze, you saw his mouth moving but didn’t hear a word as you stared at him. (Y/N)?  (Y/N)? You there?” Arthur waved a hand infront of your face and you blinked in response.
“Huh?” you shook your head and saw Javier, Kieran, and Arthur were staring at you, “Yeah?”
“You zoned out there, thought we lost ya” Arthur and Javier chuckled, Kieran sat quiet.
“Oh goodness I’m sorry, I daydreamed for a second there. My apologies” You shook your hands in front of you, slightly flustered by your air headed session.
“As Arthur was saying, you’re a singer in Saint Denis?” Javier placed his guitar down gently and reached for a bottle that sat next to him.
“Yes! It’s how Arthur and I met” You regaled the story once again to Javier and Kieran, the Mexican was cool an collected, he held himself with pride and was always the first to laugh at Arthur telling a joke, Kieran on the other hand was quieter so as not to disturb anyone with his presence, he almost breathed in a silent way to make sure no one could know he was nearby.
“Would you want to sing something for the camp tonight? They get restless when drunk, restless and loud. I’d love to have a trained singer for once and not whatever these guys call singing” Javier chuckled as Arthur rolled his eyes.
“Why, Mister Escuella. I would love to” Your face brightened immensely, a smile wide across your cheeks, this would be the best situation to introduce yourself to the gang members and show them what you could do. What if they think you’re showing off? They’ll think you’re above them. They’ll hate you.
Arthur stared at you in awe, his mouth turning to a small smile, pride filling his eyes when he looked at this amazing woman so giddy, so ready to show yourself to his family. “You’ll do great (Y/N)” He gave you a reassuring look as you stood up to follow Javier.
“It was lovely meeting you Kieran” You gave Kieran a smile, looking him directly in the eyes to show him you meant it.
“Oh, th-thank you Miss (Y/LN)” He looked surprised, maybe he thought you’d forget about him like everyone seemingly does.
As you followed Javier and Arthur to the main fire where Sean ,Hosea, and other gang members had convened you swallowed hard. 
Please god let them like me.
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Your Hands Only — Levi Ackerman x Reader
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Summary: The expedition outside the walls is about to begun, prejudice and uncertainty seem to drag you down at the beginning of the mission, however, things take a drastic change once a titan is chasing after you. 
Word Count: 3440 (slightly longer chapter, I got carried away writing ehehe)
A/N: I’d like to give a special shout out to @salty-levi . I was about to start editing this chapter to post it when I read their feedback and not only motivated me, they also made my day, so thank you a lot c: If you’d like to be tagged in this story whenever there’s a new chapter, let me know. Also don’t forget to leave feedback, is very well appreciated c: 
Warnings: swearing (I think all of my chapters have swearing in them, idk)
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Life outside the walls was a complete mystery for you. And as you were well aware of it, it brought some sort of hopeful spark in Levi's stare. Your free day with Levi was perfect. Too perfect. You'd gotten to learn so much about each other, and one of those things you learned about him was about how he longed for a new age with no titans, where humanity can actually prosper in this vast world. He went as far as visualising himself opening a tea shop once this was all over. Something that warmed you beyond measure. A soldier, with the gift of being able to slaughter titans in a heartbeat, dreaming of having a quiet life with his tea shop.
He told you about the horrors and wonders that lied beyond the walls. That sense of freedom accompanied with uncertainty. Green lands and tall dense forest, as well as humanity's predators; titans. Last time you came across them it was certainly not a pleasant time. Staring practically into death's eyes, and you were lucky enough to slip away from that. It was awful. Just the memory made you get chills down your spine, reminding you how short life was. However, Levi's fascination for the outside ignited your heart with the same motivation that fuelled him to attack against titans.  With the difference that he knew how to fight them. "You save lives, you don't take them" Levi had once told you after you talked about joining the Survey Corps. He was reluctant to the idea of having you fight titans along with everyone else. He'd agreed to teach you how to use the ODM Gear along with how to use the blades. But not to fight them. It was important that you knew how to defend yourself from them, but going directly towards them to kill them put you at a greater risk. And Levi was well aware of how many people died while trying to kill their first titan. He didn't want to run those risks with your life at stake.   The Survey Corps gathered at the doors, ready to leave. Strategy and formation in mind. Erwin had gone over the plan briefly before parting; just in case. When you and Levi arrived, you felt everyone's stares on you two. It was no secret to the Corps that Levi had gotten a doctor to ride with them in the mission, but seeing it was you, it fuelled the rumours -which were no longer rumours- specially among the soldiers. Captain Levi had an affair with his doctor. Or so everyone liked to gossip. But it was much more complex than just an affair. For the last years, there wasn't even such thing, but undisclosed feelings.  And now, neither of you had the intention of keeping it a secret, and certainly, it wasn't going to be a casual thing. You didn't talk about it, but you knew you wanted to stay with Levi, and Levi knew he only wanted to be with you. Levi introduced you to his team, and gave them the instructions to keep you safe no matter what. Everyone saw you like a mythological creature. After all. you'd been able to steal the heart of a man, people didn't even know, had a heart.   Specially the only girl in the team; Petra. She'd gotten used to be the only woman riding in his squad. She pursued his approval and was quite proud of herself, not to mention the repressed feelings she had for him. Feelings she tried to deny herself when she first heard the rumours of Levi and his doctor. She glared at you jealously as Levi gave his instructions to his team. You weren't really aware of it since you had your heart on your throat about to jump out, making you terribly excited and terrified of going outside the walls for the first time. "Isn't it going to be a little bit...inconvenient...to have someone completely inexperienced with us in such an important mission?"  Petra asked sassily, as you made eye contact with her for the first time and realising she didn't like you. "Its inconvenient of you're not confident in your skills. You're supposed to be trained soldeirs, besides its not the first time you've been outside the walls, so act like it. We always have any form on inconvenient, it's your job to work past those obstacles, is it not?" Levi was no fool, and immediately picked up on Petra’s tone. Petra gulped her pried as her glare moved from yours to Levi's. She nodded as her eyes met his cold glare.   As Levi got on his horse, you mirrored him. Making sure your bag of supplies and materials was secured to the saddle. "We're going to get ourselves killed while trying keep Miss 'I'm not Levi's lover, I'm his doctor' alive" Petra whispered sourly. You felt repulsed by her whisper, making you feel unwanted and angry. But you swallowed it and thought about all the important things you had ahead, not letting this little thing get the best of you. However, Levi had listened too. And unlike you, he didn't have as much patience.   "What did you say?" Levi snapped in a low voice, as he turned around staring into Petra. The girl immediately felt her body turn stone cold, knowing Levi had heard to every word she just said.  That was a rhetorical question, she knew Levi wasn’t playing dumb, but he was trying to teach a lesson. "I-I...I-I'm sorry, Captai..." "Don't fucking apologise to me. Apologise to her. If I could hear you, so did she" he barked. "Next time, you better behave like the grown up you're supposed to be" "I'm sorry, Doctor..."  Petra whispered embarassed, feeling the pitty stares of all the team on her. "She's not a soldier" Levi snapped, staring at his team "But she is a doctor. She's perfectly well trained to attend emergencies. Since we lose a considerable number of soldiers in every expedition, the majority of them die on our way back to the walls, precisely because they don't receive proper medical attention. Let's face it, our first aid knowledge is quite mediocre, I've learned that thanks to her. That's why I brought her with us, so we lose a minimal number of soldiers. She may not be of much help while facing titans, but she will definitely save the lives of all those soldiers who end up wounded. You don't know if one day she'll be the one who saves your life, so I suggest to you..." he said his eyes piercing into Petra's  "...show her more respect, because you'll never know when your life is going to depend on her" "Yes sir" "And for the record. Quit listening to all that bullshit you hear. Gossip is so fucking annoying. People should learn to mind their own bloody business. As far as I know, none of you has even bothered to ask me directly what is going on, if you’re really that curious then ask me personally" his cold severe stare went from his subordinates, moving slowly until he met your eyes. Hos eyes on you had a gentler look in them, even apologetic. "I'm sorry you had to hear that" "It's alright...I don't really mind" "The fact that you don't mind doesn't make it alright. It was rude, and I want to apologise on her behalf" "Okay then, apology accepted" you muttered looking at him and then looking at Petra who looked utterly embarrassed, avoiding eye contact.
You all got in your positions, as time was getting shorter before you left the safety withing the walls. An awkward silence embraced all of the squad, making the tension almost palpable. Petra was blushing, feeling both terribly embarrassed and angry. 
However, one of the guys in Levi’s squad decided to break the uncomfortable silence. 
“Captain, may I ask, if everything that we had heard about you two is...as you said it, bullshit...then, what’s...if I’m not being nosey...what are you...are you just doctor and patient?” The guy asked awkwardly, making his partners chuckle under their breaths at his question.
“She’s my girlfriend. So no, it’s not a casual affair, and it isn’t something secret” Levi answered firmly without looking back. 
All of his team looked at him surprised. Surprised that a cold man like him could actually have feelings for someone. All of their stares moved from him to you, as you looked at him, wide eyed, surprised as much as everyone else. You felt yourself blush lightly. You never thought he’d be that straight forward with anyone who asked him about you two.
* It was indescribable the adrenaline you felt when you saw the first flares going up in the air. It was a different form of both excitement and fear. It was different. This was defying death by staring at it once again. Time was going stupidly fast, it was hard to keep track of everything that was happening all at once.  In the open field, seeing the Female Titan running in a strange matter, almost as if she was searching for something, as if she was looking for someone. By the time you reached the forest everything got worse. Not being able to fully see the titans in the distance made everything feel on edge. Behind any tree, a titan could appear at any given time. The tall tree’s making the horizon blurry. Levi followed Eren, and as the Female Titan got closer, Levi's team began using their ODM gear ready to fight the Titan.  As soon as they began leaving their horses, one of the guys in the team took you with him and placed you on a high branch of a tree. It was the same guy who had asked Levi about the both of you. "You better take her somewhere safe, if something happens to her he'll fucking kill you" 
You remembered hearing before you were taken to a safe spot. However, things didn’t get any better. It was heart crushing, seeing how the titan was taking one by one, making you feel helpless. She crushed them with such an ease, as if you were insects. It was a terrifying view, seeing how each one of those young soldiers died, along with your hope. * 
Time went by slowly, as tears dried on your cheeks, and the image of Levi’s squad being killed right before of your eyes kept playing inside your head. It was the last of your worries how you were going to get down of the tree, you were too terrified to even want to go back to the ground.
It didn't take long for you to spot someone in an ODM Gear slide by. You recognised Erwin and yelled his name, in an attempt to get some company, someone who could tell you it was all going to be alright. And there was no better person than Erwin at this moment. Being the great leader that he was, he could certainly help you calm down and get your head back in the game before you keep going forward. Erwin upon hearing your voice, he followed it until he found your  hiding place high in the tree. Such was your happiness from seeing a familiar face right after  living such shocking experience, you hugged Erwin, sobbing, explaining him what had happened. He hugged you back tightly, patting your back gently. Aside from being one of your most loyal patients, Erwin was your friend. He was one of the few friends you had, hence the fact that he was one of the closest people you had in your life. "It's alright, I'm here now" he said squeezing you tightly. "You're alright, and that's what matters. C'mon, the show must go on, Y/N" he said breaking the hug, holding your shoulders tightly as his blue eyes looked into yours. 
His eyes looked so serene and so calm, you envied him and his ability to keep calm in such a time. It was ironic, since you could focus perfectly while a patient was dying on you. But this felt different, and it was hard for you to keep your composure under this circumstances. * Levi and Mikasa headed towards the entrance to the Tall Forest, where the survivors rode back to the walls. After failing at capturing the Female Titan, they’d failed to get even the slightest piece of information. The only thing they got was injuries, and Levi a twisted ankle. Out of the forest, heading back to the walls, soldiers were riding their horses, other few soldiers walking. And a lot of wagons carrying those wounded soldiers who couldn't walk. Levi landed, feeling the sharp pain of his twisted ankle. He walked, trying to ignore the pain, and also trying to avoid putting all of his weight in his wounded foot. He walked towards the closest soldier, as they saluted him. "Captain" the soldier said. "Erwin was looking for you earlier" The soldier said, noticing the slight limp Levi had. "He's here?"  Levi questioned.
"He's with the doctor" the guy said pointing far in the distance. 
Levi’s eyes followed the soldier’s hand where he spotted Erwin riding his horse, and pulling another horse next to him. In front of Erwin was a wagon with a wounded soldier, and you sitting next to him, checking up the soldier’s wounds. He felt like he’d found something that he’d been desperately looking for, a sudden relieved. "She's alive" Levi sighed relaxed as he began walking towards the wagon.  "Captain, you're hurt..." The soldier added loudly as soon as Levi had turned around and started walking away. "It's nothing serious"  Levi answered. "You shouldn't be walking like that...” The soldier said, as Levi stopped and turned around, meeting the worried soldier’s eyes. “Here take my horse" The man got down of his horse and stretched his arm with the rein tightly in his hand, offering it to Levi. "Don't you need it?" Levi asked. "No, not really. I can walk” They exchanged stares for a while without saying anything. “Please” The soldier finally said as Levi agreed and walked towards the soldier. "Thank you" He said taking the rein, and mounting the horse. 
He exchanged stares with the soldier once again, and bowed his hand gratefully before he rode towards you and Erwin. The soldier nodded in response and watched him leave. 
"Captain Levi" Erwin greeted him when his  horse caught up with Erwin's. "Your team..." "I know. Their deaths will not be in vain" he said "How’s Y/N?" "She’s over there, she’s alright...One of your guys put her somewhere safe before they went after the Female Titan" Erwin jerked his head forward, a few feet ahead you were trying to stop a soldier's bleeding, focused on your work, you didn't see Levi next to Erwin. It wasn't until several minutes later, you managed to stop the bleeding.  You stayed a couple of minutes more with the soldier, checking his vital signs, until you were sure he was stable. When you looked up from your patient, you immediately noticed Levi who was looking at you. You hadn't heard anything of him, and feared that he was dead. And seeing him before you, safe and sound, made you feel like you could finally breathe again. You jumped off the wagon and walked towards him. Levi stopped his horse and got down as you reached him. You stopped a couple steps away from him, and looked at him as your eyes got filled with tears and your heart bolted in excitement. "You're alright" you said taking a step forward and hugging him tightly.  "I just hurt my ankle, but that can wait" he said breaking the hug, cupping your cheek with one of his hands "how about you?" "I'm alright...I-I'm sorry about your team...they...I'm very sorry" you mumbled. "It's alright” He sighed, resting his forehead against yours “Keep doing your magic..." "Levi, your ankle..." You whispered. "Other soldiers need you more right now. Once you're done with the emergencies you can check me up" He said. "Yessir"  "I'm so glad you're alive" he said kissing your forehead. "Now, go" you nodded obediently and walked towards Erwin who had your horse next to his.  * You were almost back in the walls when you went through all the serious wounded soldiers, just a few had died before you made it to them. But the number of deaths was lower that it usually was. It was all thanks to you. "Does it hurt much?" You said pressing your fingers tightly on Levi's swollen ankle, as both of you sat on a wagon with another wounded soldier with a broken leg. "Not much" "You sure? It is pretty swollen" You said meeting his eyes. "You know I can deal with pain perfectly well..." "I know, it can be dangerous you know?” You scolded him gently “You might as well end up hurting yourself even more because you're not that sensitive to pain" you sighed. "I can give you some anti-inflammatories and put on a bandage to give your ankle a little but more support...” You looked in your bag for bandages, and kept doing your work, as Levi watched you attentively as you bandaged his ankle, your touch delicate against his skin. “Rest” You told him once you finished. “I know you won't like to hear this but, you'll have to lay off for at least two weeks. Two long weeks without missions for you" 
You could tell from his stare that he wasn’t amused. He liked going out of the walls, see the green pastures, and endless horizon. And staying inside the walls made him feel homestuck and desperate. "Fine” He agreed bitterly “I have a question, though" "Hmm?" You hummed. "Will you be going to missions with the Survey Corps?" "You tell me, boss. Will I?" After all, Levi was your boss, so whether if you were going to keep attending the expeditions depended whatever he decided. "I told Erwin you'd be riding with my team, since they were the most trust worthy to keep you safe...the only one I'd trust to protect you is Erwin. It's up to him" Levi said as his eyes looked for Erwin in the crowd.  "We'll talk to him about it later, then" * After a debriefing, Levi stayed in Erwin's office after everyone had left. Levi told him about his injury and how he needed to rest for at least two weeks. He then asked about what was going to happen with you as the Survey Corp's doctor. "I reckon you don't like the idea of she being out there, exposed, without you watching over her?" Levi, however, didn't reply to Erwin's question. "It's up to her. If she wants to, she can keep going with us, if she does, I'll have her ride with me, so you can relax... I'll keep an eye on her...Although, we have to teach her how to use the ODM gear, preferably soon..." "So, let her decide?" Levi repeated. "Yes. Ask her tonight. Report back to me her answer. If she agrees to come with us, we'll have to start teaching her how to use the ODM gear right away. Lets say three days from today" "Alright" "Take care, Levi" Erwin said. “Rest” "I will, thanks Erwin" Levi said leaving the Chief’s office. * When Levi returned to his place from Erwin's office, he found you and Pascal sitting on the kitchen table, shoulder to shoulder, as he told you about his day in the library. He spoke excitedly about a new book on virology he found. Levi liked seeing you two together. In the beginning you'd look at him as if he was a puppy you were looking after, now you two easily passed as mother and son. The teenager looked at you with an expressive admiration as you looked at him lovingly. He felt jealous of the boy. Levi's childhood was definitely not the best, he certainly wished he had a better one. Just like Levi, Pascal lost his family, however, Pascal was blessed with a second chance of having a family, something Levi didn't.   "Levi!" Pascal stood up from his chair greeting him with a warm smile. "Welcome home" He hadn't seen Pascal since you two left for the mission, and being greeted by such warm smile made him feel cared for. Something not many people made him feel. Home...He thought as his gaze was fixed on the both of you. I’m home...
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Safe and Sound || Peter Parker Imagine
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Word Count: 1.7k 
Request: I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR IMAGINES LOVE YOU ok so idk if i should request here and idk if someone already requested this but basically he gets jealous and over protective and gets a little hurt for her and she cleans him and stuff please i love you MAKE ME FEEL SOMETHING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO ❤️❤️❤️
NO INFINITY WAR SPOILERS
Warnings: sexual assault 
A/N: Thank god school is over, cause it was killing me. Also does anyone know how I can get money? Also, I didn’t really proof it, but I tried (I was just so anxious for you guys to read this cause I haven’t posted in a while)
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The Parker household was having one of its unusually quiet nights as May was out at work and Peter sat on the couch with his girlfriend laying against his chest. They were just enjoying each others company along with the soft sound coming through the t.v. speakers and the occasional sound coming through Y/N's phone as she dashed through social media. It was a change of pace from Peter's usually bizarre night life fighting crime, but it's not like he was complaining because he loved having Y/N around him. She brought him undeniable love and happiness.
"Liz is throwing another party tonight." Y/N said with the sharp white lights appearing across her face from the small device in her hands as her head rested against Peter's chest. He hummed softly letting her know that he heard her as his hands fiddled with her hair, loving the feeling of it passing through his fingers.
"Do you think we could go, if you want to?" He asked her, glancing at the device she had in her hands. She chuckled softly, and turned to look at him. "I should be asking you that. You aren't really the type of guy who likes parties, and besides that, don't you have to rough up a couple of bad guys tonight?"
Peter smiled at her, "I can 'rough up' some bad guys afterwards, like I was gonna do after hanging out with you later. And I-I do like parties." He said with an unconvincing tone, which made Y/N give him a stern but playful look. It's not that he didn't like parties, he just usually didn't like the type of people at the parties. High schoolers are assholes sometimes.
"You sure about this? Cause I'm down if you're down." She sat up and looked him in his eyes. He nodded his head and smiled softly, "I'm down." Peter leaned in closer to her, closing the small amount of space that was between them as his eyes closed and their lips touched.
"Great." She whispered as their lips parted, with a mimicked smile on both of their faces. Y/N stood up from her place on the couch and grabbed Peter's hand. "We should probably get ready." He gave her a questioning look as they walked to his bedroom, "but you don't have any clothes here." She turned to look at him with a questioning stare as she shut the door to his bedroom. "I guess we'll just have to figure it out."
Peter gave the driver the money he owed for the trip before he opened the door to the taxi and rushed over to open Y/N's. She smiled as she exited the bright yellow vehicle. He pulled her, gently, next to him with his arm around her waist. "Why thank you Mr. Parker." She giggled with a fake posh accent. Peter shut the metal door, "it was, but not a problem madame."
Y/N was clad in the jeans she wore to school that day and one of Peter's dorky t-shirts. When he saw her outfit choice for the night, he thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
They laughed as they moved closer to the front door of the suburban home that had flashing lights and loud music booming out at every angle. Peter let out a breath he didn't know he was holding before he walked into the room that had a bunch of drunk, stupidly drunk, teenagers everywhere. "Hey guys. I didn't know you were coming." Liz greeted when she stumbled upon the couple. Y/N smiled as she saw her friend, "Yeah, it was a last minute decision I guess. I'm sorry I didn't let you know sooner." She moved her arm so that she was holding Peter's hand.
"No worries, it's not a big deal." Before the conversation could continue, they heard a loud crash followed by "Oh shit." Liz let out a frustrated sight, "why is it that every time I have a party, some ass brings booze?"
"Bad luck?" Peter offered as an answer to her rhetorical question which making the two girls before him chuckle lightly. "Well, I'm gonna go deal with that. I hope you guys have a great night." She smiled and walked away to deal with the "Oh shit" situation.
Peter moved so that he was standing in front of Y/N. He grabbed her other hand and he started to swing them slightly. "So far I'd say that this party is going pretty well." He sarcastically retorted making Y/N scoff jokingly. "Yeah totally, who wouldn't want their house trashed by a bunch of teenagers?" She said, adding on to Peter’s statement. They laughed at their playful banter. It was late into the night when Peter offered to get her a new drink. "Yeah, but nothing like that shit those guys have been drinking. Alcohol is not your friend Peter Parker, so choose wisely." 
He dropped her hands and snickered as he went to go get them drinks. He walked into the kitchen and headed towards the refrigerator next to a guy that was vomiting. A look of disgust crossed Peter's features when he reached into the fridge to grab a few water bottles.He handed one to the boy who trashed his own shoes with vomit. "Get better man," Peter said with a half smile before he walked out of the kitchen and into the crowded living room.
He looked around the busy room trying to find his girl, and he smiled once he spotted her. She stood in the crowd talking to a few of her friends. As Peter got closer, he noticed a guy walking behind her and grabbing Y/N's ass. She looked furious as she turned around to face the coward, but before she could throw harsh words at the drunk kid, Peter was already doing it for her.
"What the hell's your problem man?" He shouted over the loud music so that the guy could see him. The boy laughed, obviously drunk, "Relax. I'm just trying to have a good time." Peter scoffed, making sure Y/N was behind him.
A small crowd formed around the three of them and the music quieted slightly. "Well maybe you should keep your hands to yourself asshole." He was fuming, his hands clenched along with his jaw.
"Well maybe she shouldn't have looked so god damn ho-" before he could finish his idiotic statement, Peter swung his fist right into the guys jaw. He stumbled back, holding his face in one of his hands. The crowd gasped as they saw the nerdy kid continue to punch him.
"You're dead, Parker!" He shouted, getting up from the floor slowly.
"Peter!" He heard Y/N shout behind him. His eyes met hers, and he could tell that she didn't want this. She didn't want people to know about his powers either.
His strong persona faltered as he stood there and let the other guy get a few good punches in. Y/N hated seeing him like this, but she didn't know what to do.
"Please stop," she begged, but the boy didn't respond as he drove his knuckles into Peter's face. By the end of it all, the two teenagers were bruised and battered. Y/N grabbed Peter's hand and dragged him out the front door and away from all the chaos. She sat down on the curb and called a cab to come pick the two of them up.
Peter sat down next to her, grunting slightly at the small amounts of pain over his body. He took of his grey jacket and placed it on Y/N's shoulders. She finished her phone call and gave Peter a look, moving to take the jacket off.
"I don't want you to get sick." He whispered sounding broken, not looking into her eyes, but looking at his red, now bruised, knuckles. She stopped her movements and kept the jacket on her.
Y/N grabbed his hands in hers, gently brushing over them with her fingertips. "You didn't have to do that for me, Pete."
He shook his head, still unwilling to look at her. "Like hell I did Y/N," he boldly stated, but still maintaining his calm composure, "who knows what that guy could've done." His eyes closed as he looked up at the night sky, not wanting to cry. "There was a lot of people there. Nothing would've happened." She leaned her head on his shoulder, moving one of her arms to hold onto his bicep. "You never know. Guys get away with stuff like that a lot, it isn't right." His voice broke at the end. Y/N looked at him and she was able to notice that this event wasn't the only thing making him upset.
"Peter, what is this really about?" She softly asked. Peter let out a breath to prevent his sobs. The tear streaks were now prominent on his features. "This year has sucked so much. The man who raised me and loved me for my entire life died, and- and it's all my fault. Assholes get away with shit like that too often. I-I don't know what I'd do if someone hurt you or May."
Y/N smiled weakly, "I love you so much Peter Parker, you'll never understand it." He turned his head and finally looked at her, "I love you too, princess." He kissed her forehead and leaned his head against hers.
The taxi pulled up to the residence and Peter opened the door for Y/N. She scooted closer to other side of the car and told the driver Peter's address. He sat himself into the car and slammed the door shut, glad to be getting away from that awful party. Y/N leaned her head onto his shoulder again and Peter contently closed his eyes, wrapping his arm around her before the car sped off.
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oooohh okay I have a imagine idea: Sebastian's thoughts or POV about his s/o as he misses/ or is thinking about them while on a case with Ciel; or when he is just watching them do something around the manor( like dusting or something) and its just really fluffy and cute. Ahh idk just a thought~ xx thanks! ((ps. sorry for the spam xx))
THAT’S SO CUTE, OMG  (Also this is sorta a list of HC thoughts, so I hope that’s ok? I liked both suggestions, so POVs felt too long. :’ ) Especially since I got carried away and these are also long af, lol, enjoy~! ^_^
• If he’s missing you, he has a far-away look on his face, looking out at nothing in-particular whenever he has a quiet moment to himself for once, and Ciel has to constantly snap him out of it.
• He does so a good 5 or 6 times before he finally snaps “What on earth is so distracting to you?”“Nothing too serious my Lord. I was only wondering what Y/N was up to right about now-”“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, write them a letter then and set your mind at SOME ease. Seeing you like that is insufferably annoying.”“Why, young Master, I’m honored that you care so much for my emotional well-being~ “Shut up, that’s not what I said! You’re just… Distracting me. Now go off and do as you’re told! >: ( ”
• Is constantly wondering if you’re getting up on time, or if you’re taking the opportunity to sleep in, if you miss him, and how much if so. Wanting to get everything finished asap so he can get back home to cuddle you again~. 
• 100% misses snuggle time. And your laugh. And your smell. And the way you look at him. Or the way you look when he catches you thinking about him when you think he’s not around.
• Depending on where they’re at and what they’re doing, he’s totally got you in his mind all the time. So the instant he sees something that reminds him of you, or makes him think about you, he either buys it if he can, or locks it away in his memory to tell you about later. 
• If he’s not away, and it’s just day-to-day ho-hum; say, you dusting, cleaning windows, arranging flowers in the fireplace, drawing, writing, quietly teaching your niece/nephew new words under your breath, etc., as he polishes some silver.
• Glances up at you without mush thought at first, then looks again and can’t look away
• Eventually just rests his cheek in his palm and watches you with a gentle, happy expression, wondering how long it’ll take for you to notice.
• Looks content and in-love as goodness knows. Like he’s about to start purring just from being happy to watch you at any moment.
• Probably DOES purr just from watching you sometimes, tbh. 
• Does that little *slow blinking like a cat does to show trust* thing
• No matter what given scenario (but his favorite are the quiet ones where he gets to quietly watch you while your distracted, and/or totally engrossed in doing something you really love doing), he hyper-memorizes every little detail like his life depends on it. He wants his memories of you to always look and feel just as real as they do while he’s living the moment.He thinks about how your hair catches the sunlight when the wind plays with it. All the colors in your eyes. The marks on your skin. The salty trail your tears leave behind. The way you look when you smile. 
• You are beautiful, and captivating, and, yes, absolutely adorable, too. He’s not afraid to tell/remind you. Often. Even if you hate it. Because he just loves you it.
• He thinks about how you react whenever he teases you, smiling to himself every time he does.
• He thinks about how amazing you are, and how amazing it is that you love him, really and truly, and about all the little tiny details about you that made him feel the same way without ever even realizing it. When he had always supposedly “known” he’d never be able to experience this with anyone. Mortal or otherwise.
• He thinks about you first, and himself last. Your favorite book, food, tool for doing whatever it is you love, the best he can offer to, or make for you. What makes you happy, surprised, scared, angry, upset, depressed, sad, how you adapt to change. 
• He thinks about your smell, and the smell of your soul. How they’re different, how they’re not. How he loves both of them so much.
• He thinks about how every tiny little one of those things, and too many more to count, are so special and important to him, and how he will be sure to make sure you know that while you’re alive and with him. How he, himself, will treasure them for their uniqueness for as long as he is blessed to have them.
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avesagittarius · 6 years
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lost mal-evolence
WORD COUNT / 1305 (following parts will be longer if you guys like it)
summary ! The youngest of the Maximoff siblings had lived through heartbreak twice now. First her parents’ death and then her older siblings’ abandonment. She didn’t know what she'd done wrong, only that she searched for them for 3 years before HYDRA recruited her. She joined them when she learnt Pietro and Wanda had came here after leaving her. Now 6 years after their departure, she was in the process of becoming HYDRA’s best asset ever.
a/n ! hello :) so this is my frist time actually publishing something i wrote, i saw a prompt like 2 years ago about this and decided to write a series about it. so idk how many parts there will be but i hope you like ittt :)
warning ! okay so this isn’t really a warning but let’s pretend my baby Pietro is not dead in this series alright :)
GIMME FEEDBACK PLS :))))
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FRIDAY startled most of the Avengers in the tower when she spoke .
- All Avengers are required to meet in the meeting room immediately -
It was 4:06pm and Tony wished this day had ended already. And hour before that, he was working on the optimization of his suit while watching the news on three different screens at the same time when something caught his eye.
After gathering enough informations on the situation he decided it was best if he notified the rest of the team. 
Seating at the end of the table he waited quite impatiently for everyone to take a seat.
Steve was the first to arrive, a frown had made its way on his face realizing it wasn’t in Tony’s habits to suddenly call a team meeting without letting him know beforehand.
One by one, every member piled up in the chairs around the table.
Pietro and Wanda were the last to arrive since they had been, since the beginning of the afternoon, in the witch’s bedroom, hanging out. It was one of the furthest away from this part of the Tower.
Everyone was rather confused as to why they had been summoned for a meeting when most of them were just coming back from different missions around the world.
With the tension increasing in the room, Steve decided to speak up.
“What’s the matter Tony ? Why did you call a meeting ?” He was calm, as usual, but still had this edge to his tone, giving away the urgency he felt.
Tony sighed, knowing most of them would be disappointed to see their rest cut short.
“I’m not sure yet, but I think HYDRA is back in the game. Trying to create weapons... again”
He could see Natasha frowning as well as the others and before anyone could ask him the question he added.
"Human weapons”
Everyone in the room knew what that meant. Everyone looked from the corner of their eye or directly to the twins who were both shocked by the news. Them, who thought they finally had turned the page of this dark chapter in both their lives.
But the cause of this meeting left them speechless as they tried to wrap their heads around the fact that some people were suffering as much as they had in order to benefit an evil organization.
A million questions running through his head Clint asked “What makes you think that ?”
All of them turned back to Tony who was now searching for the video he had seen earlier.
“Monday this week, someone recorded a video from a private helicopter where you can see the whole city of Moscow short-circuit and 52 seconds later” He waited for the moment in the video “the power is put back on everywhere, now I know it’s not unsual for parts of a city to short-circuit, but the whole city ?” 
“Not to mention you can’t put back on the power of thousands of districts in a matter of seconds” added an astonished Bruce.
Tony nodded towards him as if saying ‘exactly’. He then proceeded to show his teammates a few pictures which appeared on the wall one after the other.
Some showed bolts of lighting in the middle of a sunny day, others were articles explaining that entire neighbourhoods were without any electricity for days and not a single person could fix, people claiming electricity meters and cables were intact.
But what proved to the Avengers that Tony’s theory was the most plausible one was the last video that showed up on the screen and illuminated the dark room.
“Ho-, wh-, what the hell?”  Sam needed answers, as well as the rest of the team.
The blurry and trembling image showed a rather small figure, possibly a teenager, her back facing the camera but her hair blowing in the harsh wind of a storm. Arms outstretched in front of her, a dark violet mist surrounding her making it harder to distinguish her features.
Then, a flash of white light dazzled the fascinated Avengers as the camera fell to the ground, letting it shatter and stopping the recording.
The sound of the stores opening and bathing the room in natural light was now the only sound coming out of the meeting room.
Still shook, Pietro broke the silence asking in a breathless voice. “How do we know it’s HYDRA’s doing ?”
Wanda, who sat next to her brother, shook her head “How can you expect it not to be them ?”
Tony put his hands on the table where a map showed up.
“I checked the location where each of these stuffs were taken, it’s all been happening in Russia” 
He looked up at Steve, whose frown had deepened.
“The Siberian faciity?” Captain America was even more curious now.
“Almost certain” replied Tony.
That made Bucky look up. He was quite familiar with that place and would never ever wish for anyone to end up there. Some nights, he still had nightmares sometimes so real he felt like he was there once again. 
His heart ached for the poor girl if she was imprisoned there. 
“Do you have any info on the girl ?” 
Seeing as Tony shooked his head, Steve knew his best friend was going to try and find her. He was still searching for some kind of redemption for all he had done under HYDRA’s control and if it meant saving that teen then so be it.
He put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder as a sign of support.
“We will Buck, we won’t let HYDRA make any more victims.”
Clint who had been quiet until now, interrupted with a strong voice “We’re still not sure it was HYDRA, as far as we know the Siberian facility is still shut down and the girl hasn’t caused any major problems”
Sam chuckled and turned around in his chair so he could face his friend.
“Man, she hasn’t caused any major problems for now”
“It’s true what if tomorrow they decide to fly her out here in New York and short-circuit everything” added Steve while crossing his arms across his chest.
He knew Clint was probably just tired of running around all the time, preventing him from seeing his family as much as he wanted to, but he couldn't believe he was willing to let HYDRA manipulate a young girl.
Clint frowned “Steve we don’t know if it’s HYDRA yet, the short-circuit could be an edited video or something” 
Wanda looked at him in the eyes “Don’t you want to know who the girl is ?”
He sighed, everyone was looking at him now, he just didn’t understand how these people could never get an ounce of sleep and still be ready to fight for every cause they found. 
“Yes, of course I do!” It was obvious the girl had something intriguing going on around her “But I just don’t want us to rush in this headlong and find ourselves weakened when we’re finally back together”
At that, Natasha smiled “Aww, seems like someone cares about us more than he’d like to admit” 
A few of them laughed quietly, CLint shook his head smiling.
Bruce stood up, looking thoroughly interested in the task he was about to devote hours to “Well, I’ll start investigating”
Tony followed and exclaimed “Let’s go find out more on Mini Thor”
Sam laughed
“Careful he might hear and come crush you with his Mini fucking Thor” he was now cackling “Understand ? Mini-Fucking-Thor, cause it’s his di-”
“Language, careful Wilson we’ve got children here” 
“Sorry Cap’” Still laughing, Sam apologized, while the twins rolled their eyes.
“You do know we’re 23 right ?” deadpanned Pietro.
Steve shrugged and walked out the door, followed by a smiling Sam, who was still recovering from his joke and Natasha who was talking to Clint.
Were left in the room HYDRA’s previous experiments.
part dos 
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Hc that after Georgie disappears Eddie notices that Bill is acting different, that he's tired & distant & not eating, & to Eddie everything has to be a physical ailment so he tries desperately to comfort Bill but it's like, "here have medicine for this!!" & it's hard for him to understand that's Bill's sad not sick & that your ~brain can be sick but he tries in his own way?? Idk where I'm going w this I just had to share the thought of poor Eddie trying to fix his friend with bandaids & pills
OKAY so this is VERY OLD but i got a message from E this morning asking about sick bill denbrough and i remembered i started something for this prompt MONTHS AGO and never finished it! so here we are, a very very long thing that really got away from me lmao! enjoy some kaspbrough hurt/comfort!! 
Bill has dark circles under his eyes.
Eddie notices it third period, when Mr. Johansen tells the class to consult with their seat neighbors about tonight’s homework assignment. Eddie spins around in his desk and turns to see Bill with his head pillowed on his elbows. He raises his head when Eddie moves, blinking slowly and stifling a yawn.
“You okay, Bill?” Eddie asks, taking in his friend’s pale skin and tired eyes. Bill looks like he hasn’t slept in a week and Eddie can’t believe he’d missed Bill’s appearance when he came into class. Bill shrugs, just the lightest lift of his shoulder, and grabs his pencil. He looks between Eddie’s face and his blank notebook paper, bare of notes from the class period, and Eddie tries not to notice the way Bill squints as if he’s having trouble focusing on what’s in front of his face.
“W-what are we s-supposed to be d-d-doing again?” Bill asks, and his voice is hoarse. Now that Eddie’s concentrating, he can tell that Bill’s throat rasps every time he takes a breath, like he’s got a sore throat. Bill winces as he swallows and that’s the final straw.
“You’re sick,” he says. His own tone is flat and Bill looks at him with wide eyes, as if Eddie’s a moment away from running. But Eddie’s been working on this lately and he would rather comfort his friend than worry about his own foolish irrational fears. 
“I’m f-fine,” Bill promises, clearing his throat. It doesn’t make him sound any healthier and Eddie eyes him warily. Before Eddie can insist on marching Bill down to the nurse’s office personally, the bell rings and Bill gathers up his notebook and pencil case. He smiles apologetically at Eddie and books it out of class, leaving Eddie sitting at his desk feeling completely like he missed something.
He doesn’t have class again with Bill until sixth period Reading and by that time Eddie has completely forgotten about his earlier worry because Bill looks just fine. His skin is back to its usual color and he grins at Eddie when he walks into the room.
“Hey, Eds,” Bill says, voice strong, and Eddie forgets all about his fear. He smiles at Bill and sits down in the desk next to his and pulls out his homework.
The next time Eddie notices, it’s lunch time on a Tuesday and Bill has no lunchbox in front of him. He’s talking animatedly to Richie and Stan and no one else seems to notice he’s not eating. It’s not even like Bill forgot his box lunch and had to buy school lunch, Bill doesn’t even go through the line. He draws no attention to the fact he’s skipping lunch and that’s when Eddie notices his cheekbones. Bill has always been skinny, too lanky and tall to keep any meat on his bones, but god he looks downright scrawny now. His cheeks are sunken and his skin is pale and fuck, how could Eddie have forgotten? How did he miss Bill continuing to get sicker and sicker?
Eddie wonders if maybe this is all the after-effects of It, his ability to somehow miss his friend looking deader and deader. Is the fog convincing him Bill looks fine, looks healthy and alive until Eddie takes a closer look and sees his flushed cheeks and sweating hairline.
He waits for a lull in conversation and then slides a hair closer, blinking to see if somehow the fog comes back.
And it does. For one moment, when Bill tips his head back to laugh at something Richie says, he looks perfectly normal. His hair shines in the light and his eyes are bright but then Eddie blinks again and he’s dying.
It’s not like a nightmare, not like the way It manifested as the leper, because Bill looks like he’s actually dying, the slow way. There’s no over-dramatic pus and leathery skin and rattling cough. Bill just plain looks cold, looks pale and sad and sallow.
Eddie presses into Bill’s side, disguising it as reaching across him to grab one of Richie’s grapes, and tries to get a read on Bill’s temperature. He’s definitely feverish, his thigh hot even through his jeans and Eddie’s own slacks. Eddie doesn’t completely move back, stays pressed close to Bill, and listens to his and Richie’s conversation.
He feels it the moment Bill suppresses a shiver, clamps a hand down on his thigh to keep himself from shaking.
That’s the final straw.
“Hey Bill,” Eddie says, low enough that only Bill hears it. “Can I come over after school? I need some help with geometry homework,”
It’s only half a lie.
“S-sure, Eds,” Bill answers, smiling at him wanly. His lips are cracked and chapped and Eddie wants to look away, wants to look away and then come back to a healthy Bill. But he knows it’s a smoke screen, a fake memory trying to make him let Bill die.
Eddie would rather die himself than let Bill go.
“Great,” Eddie makes himself say, standing from the lunch table. “I’ll see you then,”
He grabs his backpack off the floor and slips it over both shoulders and makes to walk away.
“W-w-wait, Eddie,” Bill calls, pointing at Eddie’s abandoned half-eaten lunch tray. “Your lunch,”
“Not hungry,” Eddie says and shoots an arm out to move it into the empty space in front of Bill. “You can have it,”
Bill looks wary, looks like maybe eating would make him feel sicker, but Eddie’s first step in Getting Bill Well Again starts with fucking eating something.
“You can have it,” he repeats, but he phrases it like a command this time. There’s an edge to his voice and Bill doesn’t miss it. He nods, quick like lightning, and picks up Eddie’s fork. There’s a small bit of Eddie that shudders at the thought of Bill using his own used silverware but he pushes it aside if it means Bill gets his strength back up.
“See you later,” Eddie calls again and turns around smiling.
Eddie races home immediately after the final school bell rings. There’s no time to dilly-dally by his locker or shoot the shit with Richie and Ben at the bike rack. He runs to his bike and hops on, flying past the buses loading with tired kids and down the street. He cuts corners, biking over grass and curbs and almost hitting a couple of younger kids from the elementary school down the street.
He rides like a madman and there’s a voice inside him laughing, chuckling out “Hi-Ho Silver, away!” as Eddie ignores the burning in his chest and keeps biking through the tell-tale signs of a beginning asthma attack.
He drops his bike in the front yard, not kicking up the kickstand, and opens the front door as silently as he can.
Just like clockwork, his Ma is passed out in her recliner, daytime soap operas on in the background. He tiptoes past the door to the living room and makes his way to the kitchen.
He picks up a kitchen chair and sets it in front of the medicine cabinet, climbing on it so he can rifle around the shelves. He grabs Tylenol and a hot water bottle and a thermometer and fever reducer. He sets them all down on the counter below, trying not to clatter around too loudly, and goes back in for a second round. He gets a tub of petroleum jelly and Sudafed and children’s Motrin and Vicks vapor rub.
He picks up one of his prescription painkillers, with a name he can’t pronounce, and considers bringing it. Then he remembers DARE class, remembers Henry Bowers’ dad, Derry sheriff, telling them about the dangers of sharing prescriptions and how they can make you sicker. He sets the pill canister back down and steps off the kitchen chair, dragging it back to its place by the table.
He fills his backpack with all his supplies and runs upstairs to grab one last thing before leaving.
“Eddie, dear, where are you going?” He hears from the front room and sighs because he must have woken Ma up.
“Studying at Bill’s,” he calls back, hand on the doorknob.
“Eddie,” she warns and he sighs again. It’s not a concrete warning, he knows he could walk out and she wouldn’t do anything, but it’s the guilt that stops him. He drops his backpack at the door and drags his feet around the corner. HIs Ma is sitting up in her recliner now, a mug of cold tea clutched in her big hands.
Things between him and Ma changed a while ago, but she hasn’t changed her nature, not really. She’s just afraid of him now, afraid of the power he holds over her. Afraid because she knows he could leave at any minute and she would be wrecked.
There’s some part of Eddie that still loves her and that’s the thing he hates most of all.
“What, momma?” he asks and she flinches a little bit at his tired tone.
“Will you be back for supper?” she asks and Eddie sighs again.
“Probably not, momma,” he answers truthfully, fulling expecting to be at Bill’s until late tonight.
“You know I don’t like you riding your bike late at night,” his Ma says. “Not when it gets so dark this time of year,”
“I know, Ma,” he says.
There’s a moment, a beat of them staring each other down and waiting for the other to concede. Eddie could play this game all fucking day, mainly because he knows his Ma is weak and that’s a particular trait he did not inherit.
“Be careful,” she says finally, looking down into her tea.
“I will,” Ed says and spins on his heel to go back outside.
“I love you!” she calls after him, a little desperate.
Eddie doesn’t reply. He just grabs his backpack and lets the front screen door slam shut behind him.
When he gets to Bill’s house, the front door is unlocked. He lets himself in and deposits his shoes by the front door, backpack rattling as he walks down the short hallway into the living room.
There’s a melody drifting through the house and Eddie figures it must be Mrs. Denbrough but no, it’s unpracticed and little rough and Eddie follows it to the dining room to find Bill sitting at the piano bench, plucking at the keys. His shoulders are hunched, spine pressed against the fabric of his shirt and showing every bone. He takes a breath and straightens when he hears Eddie enter the room but it doesn’t make his chest look any stronger.
“H-hey, Eds,” he greets, quiet. The lights in the dining room are off and though it’s nice outside, the room doesn’t have any windows and is dark and cold. Bill runs his hands over the keys and starts playing something sad and slow.
“Haven’t seen you play piano in a while,” Eddie says, remembering the days when he used to come over here for piano lessons years and years ago, sitting on the bench next to Mrs. Denbrough and feeling her hands over his as she taught him basic chords.
“I’m r-r-rusty,” Bill jokes, grinning at Eddie.
Now that he’s here, in Bill’s cold house, Eddie thinks he figured out how Bill got this sick, got this bad without anyone knowing.
“Your parents at work?” Eddie asks and Bill purses his chapped lips and shrugs, just one shoulder.
Eddie hums in response, furrowing his eyebrows, and Bill closes the piano cover over the keys.
“So, g-geometry?” Bill asks and Eddie nods. He hopes when he lifts his backpack up that it doesn’t rattle too much.
“Your room?”
Eddie’s looking for an entry, looking for the perfect moment to spring his Plan on Bill, but there’s just no opening. Bill’s voice is steady when he shows Eddie how to do equations and draw graphs and he doesn’t shiver when he’s sitting cross legged in his own bed.
Eddie spins around in Bill’s desk chair and tries to seem like he doesn’t understand his homework even though he does.
Then Bill starts clearing his throat after every few sentences. It starts slow, just like he’s maybe getting a little tired of talking, but Eddie knows better. He offers Bill a drink from his water bottle and Bill takes it, wincing at he swallows.
Bill sniffs and goes back to teaching.
Then the coughing starts.
It’s slow again, just a few short bursts here and there. It’s dry, like he’s maybe choked on his drink of water or something, but it gets harder and wetter as he keeps coughing.
“Bill?” Eddie says, looking at him in concern as Bill’s face goes bright red. It’s a real whooping cough, the kind that Eddie knows hurts like a fucking bitch deep in your chest. Bill sucks in air and covers his face, turning it into his shoulder as his entire body rocks with the effort of coughing.
He finally stops, taking a big drink out of Eddie’s water bottle and he’s almost finished all the water at this point. He looks at Eddie, red-faced and with tears in his eyes, and that’s the final straw.
“Alright,” Eddie says, standing from the desk chair and grabbing his backpack. He plops it down on Bill’s bed, rattling the whole way, and zips it open.
“W-what’s that?” Bill asks and his voice is shot, scratchy and hoarse and it grates against Eddie’s ears.
“Bill, when was the last time you slept the night through?” Eddie asks, pulling the thermometer out and taking the cap off.
“W-what?” Bill asks, looking startled.
“Nevermind, don’t talk,” Eddie says and shoves the needle under Bill’s tongue. Bill tries to respond but Eddie physically clamps his lips shut. Bill’s chin is clammy under his fingers and Eddie feels the tremors of Bill trying not to shiver, especially noticeable when he’s this close.
They wait in silence until a beep rings out from the thermometer and Eddie takes it out carefully.
100.3. Not particularly dangerous yet, but certainly not good.
Eddie hides the results from Bill and tries to think of what he should  do first. Medication? Pile of blankets? Bath? More water?
He presses closer to Bill and the other boy is leaning into it now, tipping his head down to rest against Eddie’s shoulder and his breath rattles when he inhales. It’s almost like he’s giving in, relieved to finally receive some care and the thought of Bill suffering alone all this time is like a knife to Eddie’s stomach.
Bath, then.
“I’ll be right back,” Eddie says and Bill almost whines in his throat when Eddie moves off the bed. He digs in the bag again and pulls out some children’s Motrin.
“Take two of these,” he commands and Bill nods at him. His movements are sluggish, sleepy, and Eddie knows he’s giving in and letting himself be taken care of.
Eddie tracks down the hallway to the bathroom and starts a bath running, testing the temperature of the water with his fingers. He wants it hot, but not too hot. When he deems it fine he plugs the tub and pours in a generous amount of bubble bath, aromatic and soothing. He leaves the room, closing the door so the steam stays in.
Then he runs downstairs with a towel in hand, down to the kitchen. The basement door is closed, having been remodeled after the floods of that Summer. The floor under Eddie’s feet creaks as he takes careful steps toward it.
“It’s for Bill,” he says and reaches out to turn the doorknob.
He flicks the stairway light on with a flinch.
The stairs are new, carpeted and they don’t feel a moment away from giving out under Eddie’s feet like he remembers they used to.
He runs down them, a childish fear keeping him from peering in the dark corner of the basement, and opens the door of the clothes dryer to toss a few towels and blankets in.
He sets the timer for thirty minutes and looks a moment longer to make sure he got it right before turning and running back up the steps. His feet are silent on the stairs and that scares him more than a thundering run would. It seems like anyone could be following him back upstairs now and he would never know until it was too late.
He forces himself to close the door without looking back behind him.
Once back upstairs, he checks on the bath. The bubbles are big and smell amazing and the water is hot enough that Eddie knows it’ll do the trick. He leaves the bathroom again, trying to keep the steam in, and returns to Bill’s room.
His backpack is still on the bed, different medications spread out around Bill’s hunched form, and Bill seems to be dozing. It’s not sleep, not real rest at all, because it’s fitful. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lip is caught between his teeth.
He lets out a low sound and Eddie taps on the door to wake him.
“Bill,” he says and Bill’s eyes open. They’re hazy, unfocused, and god how did they miss it for so long because they’re not as blue as they used to be. How did Eddie not noticed the light leaving Bill’s eyes, eyes he’s loved since before he can remember?
Eddie steps forward and reaches a hand out to steady Bill as he climbs out of bed. His shirt is sticking to his feverish skin and Eddie rubs a hand over his back as he leads him to the bathroom.
The door lets out a wave of steam as it opens and Eddie watches Bill take a deep breath of humid air and hold it in.
“You just get in the bath,” Eddie commands, voice soft. He doesn’t want to break the tentative trust in the air, the soft hesitance as Bill lets Eddie lead him around and take care of him. Bill nods, chin tipped down touching his chest and he looks over at the bathtub. Eddie shuts the door behind him and lets Bill get undressed.
While Bill takes his bath, Eddie returns to Bill’s bedroom. He gathers up all the meds back into his backpack and strips the sheets from Bill’s bed. They’re rumpled and pilled and Eddie wonders when the last time Bill’s mom did the laundry. He goes over to Bill’s closet and sees his pants and shirts folded haphazardly, clumsy like a kid would do, and Eddie thinks maybe Bill’s been doing all this by himself for a long time.
He remakes Bill’s bed with soft faded sheets he finds in the hallway linen closet. They’re a little musty and have spaceships on them, old and faded, but they’re clean and that’s what matters to Eddie.
The comforter goes back on, folded over so Bill can slip inside easily, and Eddie hears a faint beep from the dryer downstairs as it finishes the load.
The basement isn’t scary this time, partly because Eddie’s already conquered it, but also because he’s distracted by the warm feeling of taking care of Bill that’s settled itself in the pit of his stomach.
The blankets and towels are hot and Eddie runs back up the stairs, hoping to keep them that way by pressing them against his chest.
He knocks on the door to the bathroom, Bill calling out a faint “come in,” and he swings the door open.
Bill’s got his knees drawn up to his chest, shoulder’s slipped down and submerged in the water. The steam curls around the air, fogging the mirror, and Bill’s cheeks are pink from the heat.
“Feel good?” Eddie asks, setting the warm towels down on the corner of the sink. Bill nods, splashing water around his chin. His hair is stuck to his forehead, hanging dull and limp and still dry around the crown of his head.
“You wash your hair yet?” Eddie asks and Bill colors deeper, shaking his head and looking down at the water. “You want me to?”
There’s beat where Eddie thinks he crossed the invisible line, went too far in his quest to take care of Bill. He thinks Bill’s going to throw him out and return to school tomorrow looking sicker and sicker and Eddie’s not going to be able to do anything about it because he weirded him out.
But Bill nods, shy, and accepts the invite.
It’s a little awkward, placement of Eddie kneeling down at the side of the tub. Bill angles a little bit, turning around so his back is to Eddie, and his knees are still to his chest.
Eddie leans over and grabs the shampoo from the side of the tub and he uses the other hand to cup a handful of water to rinse Bill’s hair. Bill shivers as it runs down over his neck and Eddie shushes him soothingly, just a whoosh of breath out of his teeth.
He massages the shampoo into Bill’s hair and Bill relaxes bonelessly against the side of the tub. His knees fall to one side as he slides further into the water and Eddie peeks around to see Bill has his eyes closed, face lax as he leans into Eddie’s touch.
Eddie cups his hands and brings the soapy water up to wash the shampoo out of Bill’s hair. It shines in the light of the bathroom, finally clean and almost back to its usual luster.
This close up, Eddie sees the little bits of red in Bill’s hair, the highlights that he usually only sees in the summer when Bill spends a lot of time outside soaking up the sun.
He realizes it’s been a long time since he’s been alone with his best friend and Eddie suddenly misses that Summer long ago, the summer he spent riding at Bill’s side. It was the worst summer of his life but he sure did enjoy it, didn’t he?
When he blinks back to reality, Bill is dozing again. It’s a soothing sleep this time, his eyebrows relaxed and his hand on the side of the tub limp. Eddie doesn’t want to rouse him but the water is already cooling and Bill needs to sleep in his bed.
“C’mon, Bill,” Eddie says, quiet. He touches Bill’s wet shoulder and rouses him. Bill blinks hard and nods, dazed and sleepy. Eddie gets up and dries his arms on the hand towel hanging by the sink and then grabs the warm towels. They’ve kept their heat, held in by the steam of the bath, and Eddie hands one to Bill. He takes it and Eddie turns as he steps out of the bath. The water splashes as his weight displaces it, and Eddie turns back around to see Bill with the towel wrapped around his waist.
He’s too skinny. His ribs stick out and his collarbones are sharp and Eddie hates seeing him like this. He makes it his next mission to get a fucking home-cooked meal into Bill.
He steps forward with the second towel and Bill furrows his eyebrows at him as he wraps it tight around Bill’s shoulders. The fabric isn’t as soft as Eddie would like it to be, still a little coarse, but it’s warm and it does the trick. Bill makes a humming sound low in his throat and leans into Eddie’s side as they leave the warm comfort of the bathroom and make the seemingly endless trek back to Bill’s room.
Eddie turns around again as Bill changes into a pair of pajamas, a matching set that Eddie remembers from sleepovers at Bill’s house. They hang off him now, too short in the legs and sleeves but too big in the chest and waist.
“Nap time,” Eddie says and Bill cracks a smile at him with heavy eyelids. Eddie watches as Bill pauses as he goes to crawl into bed, fingering the new sheets.
“T-these are Guh-Georgie’s,” he says and his voice is still hoarse but the steam seems to have made it better. Eddie takes in his words and freezes.
“I’m sorry, I grabbed them from the closet, I can get other ones,” he starts, rambling an apology out. The other sheets in the closet looked too big for Bill’s bed to Eddie but he guesses he could make them work by tucking them just right.
“N-no,” Bill says. He’s still looking down at them and Eddie feels like such a dick for making Bill sad when he’s already sick. “I love them,”
He sits down on the edge of the bed and Eddie remembers one last thing. One last thing his Ma used to do that actually made him feel better.
“Wait,” Eddie says and riffles around in his backpack again. He pulls out the tub of Vicks and tosses it to Bill. “Put some of this on?”
“Where?” Bill asks, looking down at the container in confusion. Eddie sighs, realizing he probably should have known Bill’s never used it before, and shoos Bill to scoot over.
“Turn around,” he commands and Bill does so, facing away from him. Eddie opens the container and scoops a genorous amount of the goopey ointment out, warming it between his hands, and then plucks Bill’s shirt back and spread it over his back. It goes over his neck and down almost to his lower back.
Then Eddie makes Bill turn around so he can do the same to his chest, rubbing it over his clavicle and up around his throat. Bill closes his eyes as Eddie rubs the medicine in, eyelashes dark against his pale cheeks.
“Do you have warm socks?” Eddie asks, breath ghosting over Bill’s face. The boy doesn’t open his eyes as he nods, just points over in the vague direction of his dresser.
Eddie finds the warmest looking fleece pair and then rubs Vicks over the bottoms of Bill’s feet and then covers them in the socks, squeezing Bill’s toes before straightening.
“Now nap,” Eddie says and Bill is all too ready to comply. He pulls the comforters around his shoulders and settles onto his side, facing the window. It’s almost evening, sun setting behind the rows and rows of houses, and Eddie turns the desk lamp off. He grabs the two blankets he put in the dryer, one from Bill’s floor and one he brought from home.
It’s his baby blanket, the tattered thing he has faint memories of dragging around behind him as a toddler. It’s old and stained but it’s always made Eddie feel better when he’s been actually sick. He never had any younger siblings to pass it down to but he supposes Bill is good enough for that. He tucks it up around Bill’s shoulders, Bill already halfway to sleep, and then steps back to admire his work.
He refills a glass of water and sets it by Bill’s bed, along with a pack of coughdrops and the tub of Vicks.
Bill’s bedroom door squeals as he shuts it behind himself and Eddie walks out of Bill’s house with the feeling of a job well done making his chest feel light.
The next day, Bill walks into school looking healthier again.
He’s still skinny, arms small beneath the sleeves of his baseball tee, but his hair is shiny again. He’s got color in his face and he smiles at Eddie privately during third period, ducking his head to hide the blush on his face as Eddie tells him he looks well.
Eddie’s so proud of himself that he doesn’t stop for a moment to consider if this is It at work, convincing him he’s healed Bill when actually Bill is just as sick as before. He doesn’t wonder if the sound of Bill’s voice, strong and healthy, is just the smokescreen at work.
The fog is thick again and Bill Denbrough is healthy in Eddie’s eyes once more.
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tmntl0verthings · 7 years
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Textual Contact
chapter 3 × feat. Michelangelo
Y: hey ^>^
R: sup shortstack
Y: nm tallstack
R: thats horrible..
Y: wut?
R: tall stack? Really? Whered u learn that. School for the uncreative
Y: hey!
R: hey 😄
Y: 😒
R: so whats up?
Y: nm honestly. Im in gym.
R: And?
Y: its boring. U run around inside a room with smelly boys and snotty girls
R: its good for you
Y: shaddup
R: lol
Y: wbu?
R: im chillin. My second work out starts in 10 minutes.
Workout schedule: 6am-10am-3:00pm-7:30pm
Y: and where does training come into play?
R: whenever dad schedules it
Y: oooooh tell me about ur dad. Plz.?
R: uugh ur soooo wantttyyyyy
Y: yes..yes i am
R: lol well hes old, we were all orphans and he took us under his wing. Hes really been there for all of us. Even if we arent blood related.
Y: wow. Didnt see that coming. At all.
R: XD
Y: thats really sweet of him. So like what? U guys lived on the streets. Or orphanage's?
R: well we were just babies at the time so I dont remember
Y: oh alright
R: wbu. I dont know anything about you and im just spilling my guts
Y: ewwww!!
R: what
Y: thats so graphic! Omg the imagining in my head right now. -barfs- 😷😦
R: Lol so?? Tell me.
Y: well i live in bronx and Ivd been here for the last 8 years. I moved when i was just a girl. Life has been alright. I could do without the cat calling from guys. Its pathetic. I dabble in art sometimes. Only when im in the mood. I go to school (duh). I; just like any girl love to cook and bake. I just got into yoga.
R: nice. So what can u bake me?
Y: bake u? Like.. for u?
R: yeah
Y: practically anything. But i wanna see this ✌family✌ first.
R: quotes? really? Make me sound like a liar. Whats wrong wit' chu.
Y: well mmeehhhhh to u too grumpy
R: pfft 😝😝
Y: hey i gotta go. Gym teacher is walking my way.
R: mk
~3 hours later~
M: hheey gurrrlll
Y: lol nm. Wbu raphie kins
M:..are u raphs secret girlfriend or something. Cause only i call raph stuff like that.
Y: 😐 who is dis? Isnt this raphs account.
M: yeah im that kind of brother. So what's ur name sweetcheeks??
Y: y/n
M: ooh Mikey Likey.
Y: mikey? That's ur name
M: well my name is much longer so ppl call me mikey.
Y: oooohh. OH u must have a renaissance name too!
M: bingo
Y: whats ur whole name
M: eehhhh idk if i wanna tell you. Ur kiinndaaa short.
Y:....wut
M: ur kinda short
Y: well ur kinda weird
M: why thank you (Casinova voice)
Y: 😳
M: so tell me. How did u meet leo and then raph?
Y: leo texted me first by Accident thinking i was someone named april. Then leo used raphs phone which led me to talking to raph.
M: makes sense. So u like to bake?? I love baking! Im trying to make my own dish but i cant seem to get any right.
Y: oooh~ whats ur dish?
M: well it tends to vary. I tried to make a carrot lasagna. Failed ✖ Marble pancakes. Something went wrong there. ✖ I tried making chocolate covered asparagus. Failed✖
Y: oo so ur going all out?
M: yea.
Y: maybe i could help. Maybe i could finally meet ur family.
M: oh~ um. I dont think dad would like that. He doesnt like new ppl.
Y: but everyone loves me 😃😃😗
M: lol that may be true (idk) but i shouldnt disobey.
Y: ur family is very different from others ive met. Its like ur hiding. U guys dont go to a public school. Ur home schooled. U cant share ur 'Training' with me.
M: ..well its complicated. But lets not talk about that.
Y: but i want tooooooo
M: nu
Y: yeash
M: nu nu
Y: fine.. what do u do for hobbiez??
M: well i love gaming. I read comics. I guess u could say knunchucks are my passion. I use them everyday. I love movie nights OH and pizza friday. Llovveeeee pizza. Im sometimes my older brother's assistant. He's a nerd. Hes all sciency and stoof. Oh and im a drummer
Y: knunchucks!  😵😵 Wow bro. ..just wow. Thats awesome! Thats a ninja weapon right?
M: yea. But i live by a non-assassin code.
Y: wait... Is ur guyses training.. is it ninjitsue????!😱😱
M: ...nu
Y: awe. I was all excited for nothing
M: lol
Y: so whatcha doin
M: texting u during training
Y: lol so u stole raphs phone?
M:😈😈
Y: lmao so whats going on during training?
M: raph and don are in one team while Im on the other team with lameanardo.
Y: lmao ppl dont like leo?
M: hes like Secondary dad
Y: really? I havent noticed. Like legit havent noticed. No sarcasm in this.
M: lol well if u really knew him. Youd understand.
M: i gotta go. Leo and splinter are on my butt about me on raphs phone.
Y: Lol figured raph would be more on u than the others.
M: lol tru. Ttyl
Y: kk
~since its after school and ur at home. U decided to go for a walk with earbuds.
You clicked ur earbuds into the headphone jack and grabbed a pop tart before u left ur parents apartment. You opened the door to fell a perfect autumn breeze in the cool air. You slipped on your light blue sweater with dark blue lining. Your (hair brushed out/hair in a pony tail.) You locked your door and started walking. You walked around for 40 minutes. Your elbow got caught on the wire of your headphones making them pop out of your ears. You Ughed as you tried putting them back in. You stopped when you heard a trashcan lid fall. You froze as you looked down the sunset shadowed alleyway. You narrowed your eyes adjusting your vision. You saw something trying to stand still but you saw it move just a little as it was breathing. Your eyes grew wider in fear. you continued walking but then turned around to look at the alley one more time to make sure u werent imagining it. You didnt see anything. You felt something touch your ankle. You screeched with a jump back as you looked down to see a taby cat. You exhaled as you then looked up to see it was getting dark. A "let me out im stuck in your pocket" notification tone went off. You looked down to see Leo texted you. you answered his text as you walked away from the alley. Up above on a fire escape crouched over in the alley was someone watching you answer the text with their green eyes. They narrowed as they watched you walk.
L: hey
Y: aye 😀
L: whatcha doin?
Y: just walking around ny wbu
L: same
Y: maybe ill bump into you 😎
L: doubt it XD we're looking down at our phones.
~you laughed out loud by an apartment Leo was ontop of. Leo looked over the edge to see a girl on her phone. As she texted
Y: lol so tru
L: so where are you anyways?   ~ leo heard a Let me out of your pocket notification from down below. He looked back down at the girl still standing there
Y: Im at est. N' broadway
L: ohh i see.
~ he heard the notification tone once again. He rose a brow at this point.
Y: wbu??
L: im no where near u ~leo lied considering thats exactly where he was~
Y: im getting hungry. Ooh i see s hotdog stand! Yaassss!!
L: lol
~leo saw the girl go and get a hotdog from Oscars dogs
His eyes widened realizing he practically met you at this point. "Dude is it time to go home yet??" Mikey whined "yea no kidding. Im tired." Donnie joined in as he held his shoulder in his grasp as he moved his arm in three huge circles. "yea; you guys can go. Im gonna stay behind." Leo told them. Raph just arrived to the roof after his run. "sorry. Someone almost saw me." Raph explained. "leo said we're done for the day." Raph looked over at leo looking over the edge. He walked over to his brother and looked down. "ooh-ho-ho your stalking a girrrllll." Raph pointed out as he stood tall and confidentiality. Leo stood up from "i am not! Im just seeing if this girl is who i think she is." Raph rose a brow with his arms crossed. Leo rolled his eyes "fine im kinda stalking her." "Why??" Mikey asked. "I think its the girl ive been talking to. Also raphs been talking to." "Also me." Mikey included himself. "how come i havent met her??" Don asked feeling left out. "well i stole raphs phone to talk to her." Mikey explained.
Y: okay got my weener! 😂
Leo looked down at his phone. "oh shes texting u right now??" mikey asked enthused. "Maybe.." leo answered without looking at mikey and his brothers as he texted you. "Ooohh let me see!" Mikey tried swiping it from leos hands to only let leo dodge. Don slipped it out of his fingers as he blocked leo with his bo staff twirling in front of leo blocking him. "sorry my brothers are distracting me." Don read aloud. "give it back!" Leo demanded as he tried grabbing it from his tall brother. Looking completely short compared to his little brother. Leo stopped As he huffed annoyed at his brother as he scrolled through the convo. Leo then Drew his sword and whacked his brother on the wrist with the handle. The phone dropped out of his grasp and leo swooped down with his hand and saved it.
Y: ??
L: sorry my brother took my phone away as a joke cause hes a Jackass.
Leo typed as he spoke aloud everyone what he was typing. "a jackass huh?" Don rose a brow as he crossed his arms "yes. Now im leaving to somewhere else. Where u cant bother me." "Dude. We know where u live. We can take the phone any time we want." Mikey informed him. Leo flaunting his phone as he said " i can hide my phone." He smirked and then jumped to the next building. he lost you. His brother's distracted him for too long.
Y: so whatcha doin?
L: just walking around still. Wbu
Y: oh just walking home. My stomach doesnt feel to Good. That hot dog didnt agree with me at all.
L: sue em'
Y: lol no ty. Idk why but i really wanna go to an art museum or something. Weirdest craving ever.
L: lmao well imma head home. Ttyl y/n 🤓
Y: 😊😎
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lady-thor-foster · 7 years
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Oh Captain! // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow) Word Count: 2k+ Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’ kink. This is a bit of a slow burn. I’m not sorry. 
Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus: Tony Stark’s seal of approval.
A/N: Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym, maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore me. I’m so sorry. This was supposed to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone 
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PART 2
Working out with Captain America was always a spectacle. No one could blame you really.
He always showed up to the training room in a white tee shirt that seemed just maybe a size too small and sweat pants that left nothing to the imagination. Literally not a damn thing. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was doing this on purpose. That man was a walking sex fantasy. You could literally create a successful porno of him just working out. Many of the women (and men, because hello, have you seen Steven Grant Rogers?) in the Tower had arranged their workout schedules around his; he pretended not to notice. On the plus side, everyone seemed to be in the best shape of their lives.
You couldn’t help yourself really; you’d be in the middle of a weight lifting set and would catch yourself inadvertently staring at Steve’s thighs, arms, not-so-subtle dick print, and that glorious chest, oh man his hands...basically any portion of his body that graced your line of sight. You’d catch him staring at you as well. Every time you did your squat sets you swore you could feel his baby blues staring holes into your ass. He might have been a complete gentleman, but you could always tell when a man was staring at your cleavage. It’s one of those skills that women just develop without even realising it. You frequently felt guilty for objectifying him this way but knowing he was doing the same went a long way to alleviate said guilt.
Today was one of those rare days where you and Steve had the training room all to yourself.
“Morning, Captain,” you all but purred. Goddammit Y/N, get yourself under control, you thought.
Steve felt his cock twitch at the sultriness of your tone. Fuck me. He’d never tell a soul but he loved the way you always called him that. You were an absolutely beautiful woman; he’d often catch himself deep in a fantasy of wondering just how delicious your dark copper skin tasted. He’d do almost anything to find out. Maybe today was a bad day to go commando, he wondered briefly.
He cleared his throat, “Good morning, Agent.” The deep brusqueness of his voice sent shivers down your spine. Get a grip, Y/N; he’s Captain America for crying out loud.
You both settled into your warm up routines; he started with a quick jog on the treadmill while you opted for yoga. There was one small problem. The yoga mats just happened to be in front of the treadmill station. Mentally scolding yourself, you decided you’d put all your focus into warming up and stretching. Steve seemed to be paying you no mind; a quick glance his way revealed he’d slipped on some comfy headphones and settled into an easy pace. Distracting yourself with the intensity of yoga worked…for about an hour. You were completely lost when Steve moved to that goddamn punching bag.
Steve wanted to kick himself for decided to start his warm up with a jog. How the hell could he have known you were going to choose yoga? It was a monumental effort to keep his breathing even especially when you did that one fucking pose where your shapely ass tormented him in all the best ways. Running with a raging erection was damn near impossible. They didn’t call him the Super Soldier for nothing. No matter what he did or how many mission reports he fought to focus on, he could not tear his eyes away from the erotic flexibility of your body. His mother would be ashamed; she didn’t raise him to objectify a woman like this, no matter how badly he craved her. Today was definitely a bad day to go commando. He moved to the punching bags hoping they would provide some relief or, at the very least, send his blood rushing somewhere else. It was a feeble attempt really.
If you looked up sexual tension in the dictionary, there’d be a gif of the two of you frustrated as hell working out in the Tower gym and uselessly pretending that you weren’t watching one another with sneaky lustful eyes. You couldn’t even remember how long it’d had been since you’d gotten laid. Working for SHIELD killed any attempt at a social life. Goddamn world governments who couldn’t seem to keep the peace long enough for you to pick up a hot man (or woman) and work out those sexual frustrations you’d racked up over long missions. Giving up on your yoga, you moved to the stationary bikes; perhaps cardio and sweat would burn this heat out of you. Your bastardly libido took that as a challenge.
From his position at the punching bags, Steve could see just how perfectly shaped your legs were on the stationary bikes. Fuck; there goes that raging erection again. Your long curly hair in a messy pony tail gave him unfettered access of your bouncing cleavage. Steve truly didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. Thankfully, Nat decided to grace the gym with her presence.
“Y/N! Rogers! What are you two doing here so early?” she snickered. She picked up on the tension between the two of you months before.
“Oh you know, the early bird catches the worm and however the rest of that phrase goes,” you replied. She laughed and joined you at the bikes. She settled in with a warm up pace. Neither of you noticed how much harder Steve threw his punches at the sound of your voice. He could hear everything.
“Wanna tell me why it feels like a storm about to break in here?” she murmured just low enough for you to hear…so she thought.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your face was the picture of pure innocence…as long as you didn’t look at her.
“Oh come on, Y/N. You don’t honestly expect me to believe that?”
“Okay fine!” you hissed, “we’ve been here for the last hour and a half and I am reaching the limits of my self-control. Look at him, Nat. You can’t honestly tell me you don’t want to mount and ride him into the heavens.”
“I’ve got my own Super Soldier for that, Y/N/N.” This was news to you, as far as you knew, she and Barnes has just been flirting, heavily. You suppressed a squeal. This was serious business.
“Tell me something Nat,” you pondered aloud. She already knew where this was going.
“What’s up?”
“Does the serum really make him bigger all over?”
“Let’s just say, he definitely puts my flexibility to the test.” The two of you were giggling like high schoolers when you were suddenly greeted Bucky Barnes.
“Anyone want to tell me why Steve is over there punching the living hell out of those punching bags?” he asked worriedly. You found it endearing the way he and the Captain loved each other.
The first bag was a complete accident. It really was. When the words ‘mount and ride him into the heavens’ left your lips he was so stunned that he forgot to pull his punch to prevent real damage. It went flying. The second bag wasn’t so accidental. His brain tormented him with images of you riding him; fuck, how he wanted to sheath himself inside of you and forget everything else. It went flying too. The third bag wasn’t faring much better than is former counterparts.
Glancing over to Steve, you’d somehow missed the two punching bags he’d completely beaten into submission. They lay desecrated in a pile and leaking sand near him. It was an honorable death, really. It seemed the third was about to join them. Nat let out a low whistle; this was a whole new level of sexual frustration. You dismounted from your bike and made your way over to the horny soldier. He ceased his brutal assault on the bag the moment you crossed his line of sight.
“Y/N! What’s up?” Your quick and watchful eyes didn’t miss the way he licked his lips when he said your name. Damn that mouth haunted your dreams in all the best ways. A not so subtle glance to the front of his sweats told you all that you needed to know. Was he going commando?
“That’s what I was coming over to ask, Captain,” you gestured to the pile of bags, “is everything okay?”
“Just peachy.” If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you’d have believed that lie. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Nat and Bucky crept quietly out of the gym. They had their own sexual tension to resolve.
He walked stiffly to the bench nearby and nearly crushed his water bottle. Taking a swig, he sighed heavily. Your knowing eyes never left his body as he moved to the free weights. Anyone else would have felt like some sort of stalker watching Captain America doing reps, you were so turned on that you couldn’t even be bothered to give a damn. His baby blues met your lustful gaze and he smirked.
“See anything you like?”
“What’s not to like about you, Captain? You’re like walking kryptonite,” you teased. This ‘harmless’ flirting had to peak eventually right? Steve set the free weight back on its shelf and took a deep breath. Your earlier words echoed in his mind; he decided it was now or never.
“Walking kryptonite? Is that the kind where you mount and ride me into the heavens?”
You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a true reaction. It was time to be bold and brave. Steve held his breath awaiting your response.
“What can I say, Captain. Those thighs are the stuff of legends.”
“Why don’t you come closer and see if they live up to the fantasy?” His Captain voice sent blood rushing straight to your core. You certainly didn’t need to be told twice.
A few short paces later and you were straddling the impossibly tiny waist of your long standing crush. His massive hands slid up your back and freed your tight ponytail. You sighed in relief. The skin tight yoga pants you were wearing did nothing to mask the feeling of his thick cock against your aching cunt. Those plump pink lips were mere inches from yours; something seemed to hold him back.
“Are you sure about this, darlin’?” he asked. Ever the gentleman, it seems.
“Captain, I swear to go-” A bruising kiss cut off your threat. Finally. There was a surprising amount of gentleness in the kiss; the softness of his full lips felt like heaven moving against your own. Steve could never have imagined he’d find someone who truly kissed him breathless. Not since Peggy. He loved the feeling of your short nails digging into his shoulders; he tried his best not to crush you to his chest in an effort to hold you closer. Suddenly, the intercom crackled overhead.
“As happy as I am that the two of you are finally working out your issues, please, for the love of all that is star spangled, not in the gym. I just had it disinfected from the last time Bucky and Nat were left alone too long,” asked Tony Stark. Big Brother sees all, apparently.
With a chuckle, you pulled away from Steve’s kisses. “We hear you loud and clear, Stark.”
Steve was content to just hold you in his arms while you sat in his lap. His cock had other ideas. The heat from your core caused him to throb; your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned softly at the feeling. Steve was immediately intoxicated by the sound. He thrust against you gently, hoping to hear you make it again. Your eyes snapped open at his teasing movements. Leveling him at him with a narrowed gaze, you cocked your head to the side. His poker face revealed absolutely nothing in spite of the mischievous twinkle in his pretty blue eyes; Barnes had taught him well. Two can play that game, you thought. Rolling your slowly hips into his, you leaned into his ear and bit gently. This time his hips bucked involuntarily.
“Bedroom,” you whispered. Steve wasted no time. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he carried you from the gym, down the hall to his quarters. You grinned cheekily at Sam and Wanda who hooted and clapped in approval.
This was gonna be fun.
END P1
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