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A Little Braver - 17

So, as promised, part 17 is her.

Be prepared to submerge our bird boy with hugs, he will need them.

I promise the chapter will end in fluff and in a good note. The angst is only for the beginning. I need to douse it a bit since from ch 19 onwards the angst gremlin will be back with a vengeance.

I hope you will love it.

A big hug to all the people who commented, reblogged or loved this fic. Thanks to all of you.

A week had gone by and Aelin and Rowan had taken the official decision to try and go back and both deal with the mess of their lives.

The week had been perfect. Rowan had taken her hillwalking everyday and slowly she had started to feel like herself again. His presence had helped immensely. In a very short time he had become her rock. Full recovery was still a long way ahead but she felt better and with him at her side she had no more panic attacks or nightmares.

She felt sad at the idea of leaving the cottage in the mountains but they had promised to go back for some special occasion.

It was morning and Rowan was getting ready to go back to work. They had set a date for the inquiry on his student’s death and that would be the day.

For once Aelin was the one worried one. She could not forget his reaction to the movie or the night he came back drunk after Fuzzy’s death. She knew he had put up a wall but hoped he would at least let her in.

“What are you going to do?” He asked her while adjusting his tie.

“I have a meeting with Dorian and the counsellor and then I will pop in at the station and say hi to the squad and apologise.”

“Good.” His tone was detached and she moved a step to him and hugged his waist from behind “are you okay?”

He sighed “nervous. This will mean revive the entire accident over and over again.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

He shook his head and kissed her “thanks for the offer but I will be fine. My squadron will be there and you have an important meeting as well.”

“Ok,” she wanted to believe him, but could not ignore his cold detached tone and Aelin had learned that it was his coping mechanism. He was not okay.

Rowan arrived at the airforce HQ and was met by Lorcan.

“Sir,” he stood to attention.

“At ease captain,” Rowan stood down from attention and placed his hands behind his back in a at rest pose “I am sorry it’s so quick. I knew you were coming back yesterday and I did manage to hold on until today.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Are you sure you are ready?” And for once Rowan heard concern in his CO’s voice “this is going to be brutal.”

“I know.”

“I am on the board too and we have Captain Walker from the 24th squadron and Captain Matthews from the 31st and two engineers. They have all copies of the inquiry sent to the board.”

“Who is the president?”

“Marshal Clark.” Said Lorcan in a preoccupied tone.

“Fuck. The man hates me with a vengeance.”

Rowan sighed again and sat on the bench just outside of the room used for the meeting.

His squad arrived a moment later and they patted each other’s back in support.

“We are all here.” Gavriel told him taking a seat at his side.

“Thanks everyone.”

One of the assistants appeared on the door and announced the board was ready to convene. Rowan quickly texted Aelin and switched off his mobile.

The marshal, being the president, was in the centre of the seating area. Rowan went to greet the other two captains with whom he got along nicely and had known for a long time. Then he went to the marshal and saluted as expected “at ease captain.”

Rowan went to his assigned seat and flipped through the folder in front of him. It contained all the documents they needed. His report of the accident, the reports from the engineering team and other supporting evidence.

Marshal Clark called everyone to attention and declared the board in session. He then proceeded to explain to the members the accident that had happened.

One of the engineers who had performed checks after the aircraft had been recovered was asked to present his findings “after the analysis of the recovered aircraft and after having studied the dynamics of the accident we have found out that the main cause for the engine failure was a disruption in the airflow in the port intake causing it to stall with enough yaw rate to induce a flat spin. Cadet Williamson, according to the records of the accident, flew in the jet wash of one of his classmate’s aircrafts. That caused the airflow disruption. The stall was unrecoverable.” explained the engineer reading from his report “with regard to the canopy, we have found a fault in some model of jets used by the students where the charges did not operate correctly, causing the canopy to separate incorrectly. All those planes are grounded and now being checked.”

“Thank you.” Said the marshal, then his gaze turned to Rowan “Captain Whitethorn, stand please.”

Rowan did so.

“Could you please re tell the board the events that lead to the death of the cadet?”

Rowan took a deep breath and retold step by step what happened. It was still vivid in his mind that it would take ages before he could forget it.

“Did you tell the cadet to eject?”

“I did, sir.”

“Why?” Asked the marshal with inquisitive tone.

“He had lost control of the aircraft. From the black box retrieved from his jet he had pulled 9g after he started spiralling. From my position I could see that he was about to pass out. Ejecting the seat had been the safest option. Little did I know that the canopy would fail.”

The two other captains nodded in agreement, knowing full well that they would have suggested the same thing.

“Would the cadet have survived if he had more high G training?”

“Sir,” Rowan almost growled at his superior “his jet was under 9g for almost ten seconds before crashing in the water. Not even an experienced and highly trained pilot can sustain or survive that.” He breathed again “and you know better than me that centrifuge training can be done only with some weekly limits due to its dangers.”

“Had the cadets received basic procedures on how to properly eject and when?”

“Yes, sir. It’s one of the first things they are taught. They are shown how to properly deploy their parachute and how to blow the canopy. Training is also done in different conditions to simulate possible combat scenery.”

“Training was not the issue here,” said Lorcan going in Rowan’s support “Captain Whitethorn is one of our most experienced instructors and hundreds of students have survived his crushing training and are still alive today because of what he has taught them.”

“The post mortem also backed the cause of death in the crash of the body against the canopy.” Added captain Matthews.

“What kind of training were you doing that day?” The marshal continued, ignoring the protests.

“We were going through some basic dogfight routines. The cadets were only five months out of the academy so we were just covering the basics as per fighter school curriculum.” Answered Rowan who felt lost all of a sudden.

“Would the manoeuvre you had practiced put the boy in a position to be in another jet’s wake? Didn’t you teach them how to stay away from the jet wash of another aircraft during a dogfight?” The marshal had an agenda, that was very clear to Rowan. He was trying to blame this on him.

Captain Walker stood angrily “why are we attacking captain Whitethorn? The problem was that the engine stalled due to the jet wash from another aircraft. An experienced fighter might have been able to find a way out of such deadly spiral, the gods know I have found myself in that situation and got out of it by pure damn luck. Not a cadet five months out of the academy. It’s our job to teach them such manoeuvres but only after they have mastered the basics.” He sat down again nodding at Rowan.

“A good instructor would have taught his students how to fly in close formation and to avoid the wake of a team mate. A captain should know what such manoeuvre could cause.” Continued the marshal who had taken the fight to Rowan.

Lorcan stood angrily “That is enough.” He shouted.

“I would suggest you to sit down, Air commodore.”

“Not when you accuse my best instructor of being the cause of the death of a student.”

“It is my job as president of this board to try and figure out what happened.”

“I told two of my students they were too close. I advised another one not to drop below hard deck. I care about the safety of my students.” Rowan almost growled at the marshal “also, I stand by my decision to order cadet Williamson to eject. Had the canopy worked he’d be alive now.”

The marshal nodded and with a bored expression he then went back to the engineering team and they discussed the canopy issue.

Rowan let them talk and his brain disconnected completely and tried to ignore the pain from what had just transpired.

He sat in silence listening to the rest of the board discuss in the background.

The marshal eventually called the board to attention “Following the evidence provided by the engineering team and the testimony of captain Whitethorn I declare that the death of cadet Williamson was caused by the port engine stall due to airflow disruption in the intake. The commission also noted that the flat spin in which the cadet went in was not recoverable. Captain Whitethorn is cleared of any faults.” Rowan noticed the disappointment on the man’s face for the fact the had been cleared of any faults.

The marshal then turned to Lorcan “Commodore, I expect you to keep the students grounded until the training jets have been fixed.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The board is dismissed.” Clark stood and walked out.

The other two captain went to Rowan “I had no idea the bastard would try to blame you for this.”captain Matthews added with fury.

“I would have told my students to eject as well. It was the only option.” Added captain Walker.

But Rowan was not listening. It hurt too much, knowing that someone had tried to blame the death of his student on him. That the marshal had to question all of his choices and possibly his training methods.

Lorcan and his squadron were at his side as soon as the room was clear.

“The arsehole has some guts.” Commented Fenrys but Gavriel elbowed him.

Rowan stood in a daze and left the room ignoring the voices of his team calling him.

Aelin’s meeting with Dorian and the counsellor had gone better than she expected. Thanks to Rowan she had been able to open up and talk to them about what happened and how she had been before her escape and what had prompted her to flee. She admitted to them her fears.

She felt much better but she had confessed that she did not feel ready to go back in action. She felt okay about going back to the station and work from the office but was not ready yet to be in a fire. She was still too scared for that and Dorian and the counsellor accepted her admission.

So they had agreed for a transition period. Aelin was told as well to attend weekly sessions with the counsellor to track her progress and her mental health recovery. She would be on desk duty for a while and after that, Dorian was willing to send her back out but just at his side in a fire emergency allowing her again to be close to the fire scene and if that went well they could work on a plan on sending her back in.

She had agreed with the final decision and had left the room with a smile and a light heart. She stopped in the corridor to check her phone but no news from Rowan. The meeting should be over by now. She hoped he was okay.

Happily she drove back to her squad and everyone was eager to catch up with her. Then Aedion stopped in front of her “never again,” he told her and Aelin went for a hug. He remained stiff for a moment, then his arms enveloped her in a bear hug “looks like your captain fixed you up nicely.”

“Hey, I would recover from anything if I had such man looking after me.” Said Ansel and everyone laughed.

“He has been nice to me.” But all she could think was his face from that morning.

Rowan had been walking without a direction for a while now. He felt as if he had lost his rudder, he had spent the last twelve years of his life working for people who had been ready to blame on him the death of a student. He looked at his uniform and for the first time since he had worn it he felt no pride in it. He had been so tempted to resign his wings on the spot. No matter that he had been cleared, it stung so much, even if it had been the opinion of one man.

It had been too much. He knew the marshal was never a fan of his. The first student he had lost had been his son. But at the time as well the board had declared it had not been his fault. It had been the pilot’s mistake. The marshal never forgave him. Seeing him again at a board for a student’s death he had probably tried to punish him for what happened to his son.

In the distance he spotted a pub and decided that a drink might help. He got in and sat at the counter and ordered a whisky, but once the drink was in front of him he could not drink it. In his current state he would spiral down again to the same level of self destruction of many years before when he lost the marshal’s son and he could not do that again. He could not put Aelin through that pain.

So he did the only sensible thing. He called her.

Aelin was in the common room with the squad and they were having fun and the guys were telling her about some of the calls they had and then they were teasing Luca and his upcoming exam.

She was about to tell them to stop picking on him when her phone went off. It was Rowan and her heart stopped.

She quickly left the room and went outside, sitting on the bumper of one of the engines “hey,”

“Hi,” his voice was low and flat and she feared for him.

“What’s wrong.”

Silence.

“Ro, are you okay?”

“No.”

Shit. She stood and started pacing “where are you?”

“At a pub.”

“Which one.”

He told her the name.

“I am coming. Just stay there.” And closed the conversation and almost laughed at the irony of the situation. A week before she had been at the receiving end of such conversation.

She ran back to the squad “guys, I need to go. Rowan. It’s not good. I just have to go…”

She didn’t even wait for an answer. She just rushed back to her car and drove to him. He did not sound drunk so maybe it was not all lost.

She arrived at pub not long after and stormed in. Rowan was sitting at the counter staring at a glass of whisky in front of him.

“Ro.” She walked to him and his green eyes fell on her. There was pain in them, so much pain.

“You are not drunk,” she told him.

“He ordered the whisky two hours ago and had been staring at it ever since.” Said the bartender.

“Hey,” she caressed his head and he closed his eyes at the touch “what happened?”

He shook his head “not here.” He stood and Aelin followed then came back and chugged down the abandoned whisky and went after him.

He was walking away and she ran after him “wait, you have long legs, damn you.” He extended an arm behind him and Aelin grabbed his hand “fine, we are outside, spill the beans.”

She definitely had no tact.

He walked silently a bit longer until they reached a small park and he sat down on a bench and Aelin took a spot at his side never letting his hand go.

And then he told her. Everything that had happened in the room. The results of the inquiry, the marshal’s accusations. The identity of the first student he had lost and his desire to quit.

“I wanted to throw my wings in the marshal’s face.” He looked down dejected “I feel lost now. I want to go back to my students, I owe it to them, to teach them how to be safe. But everything else… I don’t care about it anymore.” his head leaned against her shoulder and Aelin brushed his head with her hand and kissed it tenderly “Ro, how can I help you?”

Rowan turned his head to her and she thought his eyes were wet with tears “what you are doing just now is enough. Having you with me helps.”

“Do you need to go back to the airbase now?”

Rowan nodded sadly.

“Ok, I’ll drive you.” Aelin stood and Rowan followed but before moving he pulled her to him and drew her in for a kiss “I love you.” He said quietly.

She flicked his nose “let’s go.” She offered him her hand and together they walked back to her car.

They arrived at the airbase not long after “do you need me to come in?”

Rowan shook his head “my team is there. I will be fine. Gav will stop me from doing anything stupid.”

“Good. I am going back to the station.” She leaned forward to kiss him “Will you be okay? I am worried about you.”

“I am a big boy.” He joked.

“Ro…”

He leaned forward and kissed her “I do love so much when you call me Ro like that…”

Aelin smiled against his lips “don’t do anything stupid and tomorrow you can ravish me all you want. You can even be super creative.”

“How can I refuse such proposal?” He kissed her again “I will be fine.” His hand went to the door handle and opened the door “I will see you tomorrow morning at home. Have a nice night shift.”

Aelin’s heart swelled with joy at the word home. Their place. They hadn’t made it official but her house had become home. Their home. And she loved the feeling of it.

“Think creative, captain.”

He winked at her and left the car. Then he waved at her and Aelin left, he put his cap on his head and headed back inside the airbase.

Rowan made his way to Lorcan’s office and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” came from inside.

Rowan entered the room and Lorcan looked up at him and he did notice the expression of disbelief in his CO’s face.

“Rowan —” but the other man stopped him.

“Thank you for today. For the support.” Rowan said quietly sitting on the chair in front of his CO.

“The man was out of line.” Lorcan growled “he knows what kind of instructor you are. How strict you are. The man was trying to get you sacked as a punishment for his son’s death knowing full well that again it was not your fucking fault.”

Rowan looked away, shutting away the painful memories.

“I already sent orders to start working on the canopies and check them all.”

Rowan nodded silently.

“I know what we can do to cheer you up.” Rowan turned his head staring at a surprisingly cheery Lorcan. Elide was really doing miracles.

“Grab you gear and let’s get out in the air, this man here needs to fly. It’s been so long that it’s a miracle I can still be called a pilot.” And he chuckled.

Rowan stood “Fine, be ready to be crushed.”

Lorcan grinned and stood as well “Oh, I submitted a proposal to allow women to serve in the airforce.”

Rowan’s head whipped to one side “who are you and what have you done with Lorcan Salvaterre?”

“The captain and Elide. Turns out we have both chosen very strong women.”

“I like that.”

“Me too.”

Rowan was doing his pre-flight checks when he noticed Lorcan joining him. The man had always exuded charisma.

“You should really send Elide a picture of you in a jump suit. I know how much Aelin likes it, I guess Elide might appreciate it too.”

Lorcan lifted an eyebrow while he reached his jet and popped open the canopy “you think?”

Rowan nodded “how is it going with her by the way?”

“She is incredible. She is tiny but fierce and stubborn and quite amazing.”

Rowan could not believe it, Lorcan was in awe of someone a feat that he thought was impossible.

“You are in love with her.”

“I think so.” said Lorcan hiding the words in a cough, almost embarrassed by his admission.

“Good.” Then he stared at Lorcan and he realised that going out out for a flight had been a good idea. They were evenly matched in skill and it was going to be a fun one. They had a few turbulent months but he had more or less always got along with him. Flying together again felt like the good old times.

“You missed a spot.” Rowan pointed at one section under the wing.

Lorcan replied with a middle finger and it felt nice to have their old banter back when Lorcan could finally put aside his CO mask for a while.

“I am not a cadet, I know how to do my pre flight checks.”

“Well, you are not following the order we were taught at flight school, cadet Salvaterre.”

“Stop being a smartass, cadet Whitethorn.”

Rowan climbed in his jet and finished his checks inside and communicated with the tower to finalise the flight plan and get the authorisations required.

“Come on Lorcan, you are so slow. Tower gave us the all clear and the flight plan is in. Are you sure you still remember how to fly? Do you need any pointers, Chaos?”

Chaos was Lorcan’s callsign and he had earned it very early in his career for his flying skills.

Eventually they were both ready and the two jets got taxied away and not long after they were in the air.

“Rules of engagement: anything is allowed and two out of three?”

“Copy that, Iceman.”

“Good, be ready to lose.”

The two jets broke apart and went in different directions and for a while they just ran in circles above the airbase to study each other.

Lorcan hadn’t wanted to admit that he was a bit rusty and Rowan was indeed a nasty customer.

Gavriel and the three young pilots were walking along one of the long corridors on the airbase when they heard the sound of jets in the air and ran to the next window to look who it was. The classes for the cadets were still grounded and the three of them were on ground.

“Holy fuck,” muttered Gavriel when he realised who was out flying.

He ran out to the viewing tower followed by the twins and Vaughan.

“Is that who I think it is?” Asked Connall speechless.

“Rowan and Lorcan.” The older man turned to the three young guys “you are in for a treat, they can make you feel like a newbie.”

Gavriel saw Rowan pull in a vertical and flying into the sun, roll on his back and continue in straight line flying just a meter above Lorcan, finally flipped his jet once again and placed himself at Lorcan’s six.

Lorcan tried some evasive manoeuvres but Rowan did not let go, always at his tail attempting to get a lock on his CO.

Lorcan felt trapped and as a last ditch he went into a high G barrel roll to try and shake off Rowan.

“Rowan is going to overshoot,” said Connall who was silently watching the dogfight between their superiors.

Then Rowan pulled a trick out of the hat and kept his jet in line with Lorcan’s then rolled and found himself upside down and fired at the other man.

“Holy fuck,” was Fenrys’ comment at the scene.

“What did just happen? How did he even manage that?” Added Vaughan.

“That is Rowan for you. Now you realise why we can’t ever win?”

“One nil for me, Chaos.”

“You are a sneaky bastard, Whitethorn. And where did you learn such manoeuvres?”

Rowan laughed over the comms “get your act together, Commodore, and you can probably get me.”

The dogfight between the two went on for much longer. Lorcan did manage to win an engagement but Rowan still won 2-1. They landed back and they found Rowan’s team waiting for them.

“Good to see you two flying again. The youngsters never had the chance to see the pros at work.” Said Gavriel relieved that the two men seemed again at ease with each other.

“Oh, yeah. Our dear CO was a bit rusty and I took him out to stretch his legs and I handed out his arse to him twice.”

Lorcan gave him the middle finger in response.

Elide was in the ambulance doing some inventory checks when her phone pinged. She opened the text from Lorcan and almost fainted on the spot. It was Lorcan in his jump suit beside his jet and the man actually had a hint of a smile on his face. The second image was of him and Rowan standing back to back, their arms folded at their chest and both had a goofy smile on.

She jumped off the ambulance and ran to Aelin who was in the equipment room checking out their gear “Ace, look!” She shouted as she stormed in.

“What?” And she looked at the two pictures on Elide’s phone.

“Interesting…” Aelin stared with curiosity at the picture of the two men.

“He is soooo hot, I have never seen him in a jump suit and gods I don’t know? Want to remove it one bit at a time?”

Aelin laughed “that’s what I would do to Rowan right now if we were together in a private place. I would peel that jump suit off him until he is naked in front of me.”

She saw Elide blush “Lorcan and I haven’t… passed the kissing stage yet. He has never touched me. He is very considerate of me. But a few times he hugged me and I… felt him.” And she made a gesture and Aelin understood.

“Elide that is normal. How do you feel about the next stage? Like exploring each other’s bodies?”

“As in naked?”

“Yes, but you can start with keeping your underwear to have a barrier on if it makes you feel better.”

Elide sat on the bench beside her “I don’t know how to do this. How do I touch him?”

Aelin could see panic rise in the woman “ask him to show you and then once you feel brave enough to try just give it a go. It can be quite fun.” Aelin stopped for a second trying to find a way to tackle the next issue “Elide, have you ever… you know… explored your body? Down there?”

Elide blushed savagely “no.”

Aelin took the woman’s hand “take a nice warm bath and then…” Aelin wiggled her fingers “just put a hand between your legs and see how it goes, what you feel.”

“Oh.”

“At least once you two take the next step you have an idea of how it feels.”

“And Lorcan does that as well?”

Aelin nodded “yes, and if the man is as good as the others claim he might leave you a satisfied mess just with his fingers or mouth or both. A sort of appetiser before the main course.”

“Do you and Rowan…?”

Aelin nodded “and not just him to me but me to him as well.”

“This sounds so much.”

“Elide, look at me.” Aelin placed her hands on the woman’s shoulder “you do not have to take the next step until you are okay with it. Talk with Lorcan. Explain to him that you are getting curious and want to try more. You can use a safe word so that when you start to become uncomfortable, you shout that word and he has to stop.”

“Oh.”

“He hasn’t rushed you or anything?”

Elide shook her head “no, he has been so understanding, and never pushed.”

“Good. You set the pace. You are the one who needs time so he adjusts to you, remember. But if you feel like you are ready for another step just tell him.”

“Is it… is it as good as everyone says? Is it worth it?”

Aelin nodded “with the right person is something incredible. The intimacy… the connection…”

“Do you have that with your captain?”

“Yeah, and some.”

“Uhhh… are we getting serious?”

Aelin looked away for a moment “I loved Sam. A lot. We were good together but it was never like this. Never this deep.” She threw her head against one of the jackets “I don’t know how to explain it but my feelings for Rowan are so strong that sometimes I feel like I can’t breath.”

“I want that too.”

A moment later the conversation was interrupted by Lysandra entering the room “Here you are, why are you hiding?”

Elide showed Lys Lorcan’s picture.

“Oh mama…”

“Elide is feeling… curious.”

Lysandra hugged the woman “that is wonderful, darling. With such a specimen I’d be curious too.”

“Lys.” Shouted Aelin laughing.

“What? Fine the man can be an arsehole but I can’t deny that in that picture he is one hot bastard.”

“Show her the other.”

Elide showed Lysandra the picture with both Rowan and Lorcan.

“Ok, I really need a cold shower now.”

“I am pretty sure Aedion is available. Just keep it quiet.”

Lysandra laughed “don’t you think I tried? He said it would be against the rules.”

“I am almost done with equipment checks. This room will be free soon.”

“You are a wicked woman.”

Aelin winked.

“Did you do it in here with the captain?”

“No, but his office is quite comfortable.”

“Nice.” Commented Lysandra.

Lys then took Elide’s hand “come on, we got a couple of things to finish.”

Once the two ladies left she phoned Rowan and he picked up at the first ring.

“I am jealous, Lorcan sent a picture of the two of you to Elide and I don’t get a copy?”

“You liked that?”

“You were both smiling.”

“We talked,” added Rowan “Lorcan was even more pissed than me. I think Elide did the miracle.”

Aelin laughed and relaxed at his admission “how so?

“He chuckled. Lorcan chuckled.”

She heard mirth in his voice.

“And the man is totally in love with Elide. I swear I never heard the man talk like that about a woman.”

“Interesting.”

“Also, apparently he has decided to support my idea of having women in the airforce and submitted a proposal to the higher ups and he is prepared to fight for it.” He told her, knowing she would love the news.

“Ok, I might finally start to like the man. What changed?”

“You and Elide apparently.”

Aelin smiled smugly “so he does listen, I am impressed. I don’t think I can cope with the idea of Lorcan not being the bad guy.”

“His job is very stressful and I don’t think I could be able to cope with the amount of shit he has to deal with.” He sighed “put me in a cockpit surrounded by enemies and I will be fine. But the idea of being stuck behind a desk playing the political game day in day out…. no. I will retire before it happens.” He added sadly.

“So, what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day, captain?”

“I am helping him with a few things. Then do more prep work for our performance review.”

“Do you think you are ready for that?”

She heard a lot of noise in the background and she guessed he was back in the hangar.

“Aye, we are good to go.” He was silent for a moment “I have to go, Fireheart.”

“Sure. Be safe and have a nice drill.”

“I love you. Have a nice night shift.”

“Send me that picture, Whitethorn.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She closed the conversation and relaxed heavily. Rowan sounded so much better and she was smidge less worried. With a big smile she went back to her work.

It was past 9pm and Aelin was in her office working away on some paperwork Dorian had sent over. She had a good day. It had felt good being back and she realised that Rowan’s help and their time away had helped very much. She felt saner and being at the station did not cause any problems. She was not ready yet to go back fighting fires, of that she was well aware. That was the last challenge she had to face but she and Aedion had discussed a training regimen that would slowly allow her to find the courage again to go fully back on duty and she felt excited at the idea.

She had been so engrossed in her work she did not hear the knock on the door. When it happened a second time she slowly raised her head “come in.” She said flatly and almost annoyed.

A head of silver hair appeared on the door and she stopped “am I interrupting?”

“Of course captain. How dare you?”

He smiled and took a step in “I can go if you are working.”

Aelin rolled her eyes “get your arse inside and give me fifteen minutes of silence.”

He nodded and walked to her bookcase, giving her his back. His hand behind his back, his spine ramrod straight and his feet slightly apart in a perfect at ease position. She grinned. You could take the man out of the military but not the military out of the man.

She stopped working and rested her chin on her hands and a pen in her mouth. She studied him from behind and was impressed how still he could stay. A feat that had alway been impossible to her.

Rowan grabbed one of her manuals and started flipping through it. It was only fair, she had done the same to his flight manuals.

“A chemistry book?”

She eventually decided to stand and join him at his side.

“I hated chemistry in school. I was good at it but never liked it. I preferred physics.”

Aelin smiled and grabbed another book: fire science “this one might be more interesting.”

He had a look through it and smiled at her “can I take it at home or do you need it here?”

“You can take it home.”

Rowan smiled and placed the book on the sofa then cupped her face “hi, by the way.” And he kissed her.

“About time. I thought you were more interested in my books than me.” She teased him, pulling away briefly.

“You told me to stay silent for fifteen minutes. I was just following orders.”

“Screw that.”Aelin switched off her computer and walked to him, palm upturned, offering him her hand “follow me captain.”

“Do I need to be scared?”

She glared at him.

They walked along the corridor of the fire station and it was so silent and quiet compared to what he had seen during the day “where is everyone?”

“Resting. We got beds, you know? But Brullo and Ress are probably up watching tv as usual.”

They walked through the common area and as Aelin suspected the two guys were watching some series on tv.

“Hi guys,” she greeted them.

They raised their heads “hi boss,” then noticed Rowan “oh captain, you found her. Good.”

“When I walked in I announced myself. I could not just waltz in.”

“Come on,” she grabbed his hand. Aelin dragged Rowan to the area where they kept the fire engine and the truck. She moved to the engine and opened a door on the side and pulled out two thick blankets then with them under her armpit, she started climbing the ladder at the end of the rig “Come on captain.”

Rowan looked at her puzzled.“Where are you going?”

He saw her rolling her eyes “on top of the rig.”

“If the alarm—”

“Captain, if the alarm goes off we have enough seconds to get our arses back down. They will not drive away with us on top of the rig. Do you trust me?”

He looked at her in a strange way.

Aelin threw the blankets on the top of the engine and climbed back down and marched to him, grabbing his hand “move.”

With force she dragged him to the ladder and prompted him to climb. He did as ordered and once at the top he stopped. Aelin stopped behind him, then in a swift motion she pulled her leg over the engine rail and climbed on its roof.

She took the blankets and placed them on top of all the hoses “it smells a bit of smoke. You’ll get used to it.”

He climbed over and stood for a second admiring the view from on top of the engine. When he turned he saw Aelin laying down on the blankets, her arms extended to him and a goofy smile on her face. He joined her and took a place at her side.

She nested against his chest and his arms looped around her frame.

“I come up here a lot on a night shift. I don’t sleep, I just relax, I love to imagine I am laying on the grass and that if I look up I can see the stars.”

“I do that when I am on an aircraft carrier and I am not on standby. I just walk on the deck along the rail, although is not as quiet as here as there are still flights happening, but it’s less busy. I just lean against the handrail, near the island and look out at the sea and I my case I can see the stars.”

Aelin turned in his arms and faced him “can you navigate by just using the stars?”

“We don’t use it much, GPS is a very handy tool, but it’s a skill we learn in case something fails and you are left with no GPS or any other electronic help.”

“What about you? Had a good day at the station?” He kissed the top of her head.

Aelin nodded eagerly “yes, I admitted I had a problem out loud and both Dorian and Aedion have offered to help in anyway they can.” She looked up at him “and you… you helped so much… and still helping…”

He smiled tenderly “it goes under my job description for boyfriend, I assume?”

She caressed his face loving the sound of him calling himself her boyfriend.

“Say it again,” she whispered to him.

“What?”

“That you are my boyfriend.”

He went for a deep kiss “I am yours.”

Aelin smiled against his lips “those are powerful words, captain.”

“They are true, though.”

Aelin’s heart raced and her hand went to his chest and found his doing exactly the same.

“I love this. Us. I really do…” she stuck her head in the crook of his neck inhaling his scent “but it still scares me because it happened so fast. One day I wanted to punch you, the next I wanted to kiss you. And it frightens me. I want this to work. I want us to work out.”

His hand covered hers still on his chest “you are not alone. This is a lot for me as well. But I am done fighting my feelings.” He hugged her closer “I love you, even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”

Aelin kissed his chest “you are so cheesy it’s disgusting.”

Rowan pushed her away and she rolled on her back at his side, her hand still in his “I was trying to be romantic and you ruined the moment.”

She smiled “sorry, I used to do that with Sam all the time. He would say something super romantic and I would respond with a joke. When he proposed I replied that I had to check with my lawyer first.”

“You are a brat.”

“It was so funny. Then I texted him and said that my lawyer had agreed.” Aelin brought their twinned hands to her mouth and kissed them “I showed him later on that night in bed how much I wanted to marry him. He did not complain.”

“You really are a handful.”

“I know, but now you picked me and there is no turning back.” She said against their hands fearing she had gone too far.

“I love a good challenge.” He rolled over and was now half on top of her, his hand on her side caressing her gently.

Aelin grabbed his face in her free hands and kissed him stupid but Rowan pulled back when he remembered where they were. He was still terrified they would drive away with the two of them on top of the engine.

He lay back down and his hand started trailing along her injured arm exposed by the short sleeved shirt. The burns had healed but the skin remained marred. He traced the length of it and leaned over to kiss it.

“Does it bother you?”

“No,” he said softly while continuing to kiss her injured arm and her scars “you are my brave and fierce Fireheart. It scares me that I almost lost you. But you scars…” another gentle kiss “they don’t bother me.”

She snuggled closer and he enveloped her in his arms.

“I forgot.” He propped himself up on one elbow “I have received an invitation.”

“Oh?” Aelin did the same and faced him.

“This weekend the navy is throwing a launch party for the new aircraft carrier, down at the dockyards before she is set at sea for the trials and then off to deployment.” He explained “Me and the guys have been invited and I can bring a guest. Fancy being my plus one?”

“Are we going public, captain?”

“If you want to.”

Aelin thought about it “I could wear the stunning black dress I bought in Doranelle.”

Rowan remembered that dress and the effect it had on him when she wore it in the shop.

“Are you trying to give a heart attack to the whole Terrasen military?”

Aelin giggled “just going to show all those posh boys what an amazing taste in women you have.”

“That I do.” He flicked her nose.

Aelin was about to reply when dispatch alarm went off and she bolted on her feet and pulled Rowan up and grabbed the blankets “come on, captain.”

She climbed down super quickly and by the time he made it down, the blankets were back in the truck and the squad was getting ready to go.

“Showing the captain your special spot?” Joked Aedion.

Aelin nodded and patted his shoulder “keep the guys safe and you stay safe too.”

“Always.” Quickly Aedion ran to the truck and a moment later the squad was gone.

“It’s hard to see them go and not being able to be with them.”

He pulled an arm around her shoulder “come, I’ll make you hot chocolate.”

She followed him “that’s exactly how you woo a woman, captain.”

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Wo Ai Ni !

AO3 / FFN

Summary:

Plagg thought that having his holder moon and squeal about Ladybug this and Ladybug that was utter hell. . He should have realised from day one that it was absolutely nothing compared to his babbling adoration for the heroine's civilian identity and now, his waxing poetry for the raven haired girl as he finally shattered the whole 'She's just a friend' delusion and accepted his feelings for her.

A/N: I am sick and tired of all the work I've been doing for finals and honestly need my break. Anyways, here's a sweet, fluffy fic to get the stress out of my system and hopefully make your day a bit better :) The fic's title is inspired by Hitomi Takahashi's song: Wo Ai Ni (which most of you would find familiar as ending 14 for Gintama) Aaaand special thanks to @Word_Devourer for giving me the idea for the operation's name and thanks to @gale-of-the-nomads for giving me the push to write this~ Takes place after Party Crasher/ Trouble Fête, enjoy! ~(x)~ . . . Plagg thought that having his holder moon and squeal about Ladybug this and Ladybug that was utter hell. . He should have realised from day one that it was absolutely nothing compared to his babbling adoration for the heroine's civilian identity and now, his waxing poetry for the raven haired girl as he finally shattered the whole 'She's just a friend' delusion and accepted his feelings for her. Mm-hmm, there are no words in the french vocabulary that could even describe half the agony that Plagg's enduring right now, right this second as Adrien floated around in his room, hugging the gift that Marinette gave him earlier on at school with a disgustingly hopeless grin plastered on his stupid blushy face. 'Is it too late to go back to napping for a few more centuries or so? Cos I am way too old to be dealing with this fuckery again.' Plagg scowled, feline eyes almost like slits as he slouched on his pillow. He didn't even get a chance to take a bite out of his beloved Camembert! Why was he always the one stuck with the lovesick kittens again...? "-and our hands touched when she gave me the gloves! TOUCHED! I am never washing my hands again~" Adrien wiggled on the spot, nuzzling the soft present against his cheek and hungrily memorised the delectable vanilla scent that lingered on it. "Oh Plagg...did ya see the way she smiled at me? That soft, pretty, beautiful smile? Her lips so glossy and kissable AND mon dieu! I was tempted to just gather her up in my arms and kiss the living daylights out of her!" The blonde teen let out another high pitched squeal that sounded quite close to a kitten's meow and flopped on the bed, his weight causing Plagg and his pillow to bounce up and send the yowling kwami flying. Plagg. Had. ENOUGH. Darting towards the boy's face, fur sticking up making him look like a fuzzy ball, Plagg grabbed Adrien's collar and yelled. "CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP AND GO ASK HER OUT ALREADY!?" The force of the little God's voice caused Adrien's fringe to blow back comically, surprising the teen in which he merely blinked back like a kitten. After realising what he's done, an apology was quick to make way on Plagg's tongue for snapping like that only to disintegrate immediately when Adrien's reaction turned into one of a typical, shoujou, love struck schoolgirl. "I can't just ask Marinette out! She's too amazing...too cool...so awesome...oh man I love her so much! I have to get cooler and be at least half as wonderful as her before I could even dream of asking her out." Adrien was blind to Plagg rolling his eyes like it's the end of the world and kept on rambling, gloves pressed to his lips. "Besides, she doesn't even love me that way...she's always so jumpy around me..." Just as Plagg was about to scold him for being so self-deprecating and maybe give a boost of encouragement, Adrien suddenly shot up from the bed with his fists pumped up in newly found determination. "Which is why I should get better at wooing her! I'm gonna call the boys and come up with a plan to get Marinette to fall in love with me! It will be called: Operation Marry-Nette. What do you think?" Adrien looked genuinely proud of his plan like he's just won the lottery and Plagg couldn't help but sigh endearingly at him. Maybe for the last time, just for him, just for Adrien, Plagg will humour his holder through their terrible love schemes. Who knows? It could be quite entertaining and finally end this tiring love square that has lost its charm many months ago. "You were never this obsessed when you were claiming about how Ladybug and you were meant to be. Were your feelings not deep enough for her?" The kwami settled back on his pillow, stroking his wedge of cheese and glanced at Adrien through his peripheral vision who looked sheepish for a split second. "Don't get me wrong, I do love Ladybug still- but because she's my bestest friend and I admire her so much. It's just not as romantic anymore and a guy can only pursue for so long before it starts to grate on the pursued. I must have annoyed her quite a bit..." "Just a bit~?" "...okay a lot. I deserved all those bops to the head by her yo-yo and I already did apologise to her for being so obnoxious. Anyways, the point is that even though Ladybug is amazing...Marinette is Marinette. Marinette was always there for everyone, there for me. It's like my feelings have been building up for her throughout the whole time and my feelings for Ladybug was the dam. The dam's now broken and all my pent up love for Marinette is flooding all over the place...and I don't regret it one bit." Adrien hugged the gloves again with his standard, warm smile that the God always spotted when Marinette was nearby. "It wasn't easy, keeping those feelings away to avoid feeling guilty about loving another girl. Now, I don't have to worry about that. I can love Marinette all I want...if she wants to have me." Plagg rolled his eyes fondly this time, cuddling into the crook of the boy's shoulder with a fanged grin. He couldn't wait to see the delight and happiness when his chosen finds out that he's been in love with one girl all along and that his feelings were absolutely mutual. ~(x)~ "Oh! A-A-Adrien!?" "M-M-Marinette! You there- I mean hey there! Hahah...longtimenosee-" Not too far away, Alya and Nino watched the scene before them with exasperation as Marinette and Adrien started their daily stammering ritual for the umpteenth time. The model being the new addition. Sure, the first few times watching the two of them become a flustered mess when coming across one another was an entertaining prospect. Now it was absolutely painful seeing the two beloved idiots so stupidly in love with one another, blinding them from the fact that it's in fact requited. And what answers were they given when they attempted to convince said idiots that they should ask each other out? "Ah! Alya-aaa! You know I can't do that yet. Adrien still sees me as a friend so don't get my hopes up. But that doesn't mean operation secret garden is finished. I will get him to fall in love with me!" "Nino!? How many times do I have to tell you? Marinette's more interested in my clothes than in me! She's yet to fall for my suave, meow-tastic self~ Also, operation Marry-Nette is now a go-go. You, Agent Best Man have to make sure that the rose petals are ready as soon as she steps into the art room." Needless to say, Adrien's scheme failed catastrophically. So bad that not even the nerdy model took the opportunity to make a pun about it since they ended up jamming the large fans for a 'wind' effect with the rose petals and thus causing a fire. All the boys from the class ended up with a week's worth of detention much to their dismay and the girls' curiousities. Did Lahiffe even need to mention how Agreste begged for them to keep their shenanigans in helping him woo the girl he loves a secret? Despite the fact that the whole school pretty much caught on? So that's how the bespectacled couple felt like they've aged for like a decade or so thanks to their oblivious best friends who were still exchanging word soup and frazzled gestures. "-no no! You're beautiful- not that you're not beautiful everyday! Oh- erm- agh-" Adrien bit his tongue by reflex and shoved his hands inside the pockets of the designer hoodie he threw on this morning. His cheeks matched the Asian girl in front of him in a raspberry tinted flush. "YOU THANKS! I mean...thank you..." Marinette took a deep sigh before determination settled on her face. She gently clutched one of Adrien's sleeves, letting her dainty fingers brush against the back of his hand and smiled sweetly. "You're beautiful too," She flashed a toothy grin and then immediately speed walked away, leaving behind her gaping friends. A high pitched kettle like sound escaped from Adrien's throat and then he immediately shoved his hood over his head and used the drawstrings to fasten the hole in order to hide his discombobulated face. Alya and Nino carried on gaping as the usually cool model chanted 'Mon Dieu' over and over again, clutching his fabric covered face and wiggling on the spot. "Either things will get much more interesting or we're about to hit the peak of idiot one's and idiot two's stupidity." Alix quipped from the background, joined by a mutter of agreement from the other students. "Oh Marinette just hurry up and marry me already~" Adrien swooned, ignorant to the chuckling crowd as he was still stuck in his bubble. The bubble was mercilessly popped by Kubdel. "THEN GO PROPOSE TO HER ALREADY LOVER BOY!" This snapped Adrien out of his daze in an instant, prompting a feminine squeal from him and his body launching up in the air like a scaredy-cat. Heaving, he clutched Nino who was the closest to him and glared at the short girl before scoffing and scurrying away. His hand covered his face in embarrassment throughout the whole time as the students in the vicinity guffawed at him. Adrien decided that he was going to hide his face for eternity and avoid everyone who's not Nino. Representing the Gabriel brand be damned! ~(x)~ Adrien.Exe has stopped working. No, really. His soul pretty much abandoned his jelly like body and his brain has turned to mush. 'Adrien Agreste has unfortunately stopped working for the time being. Please leave a message after the meow.' Was the only comprehensible sentence that ran through the teen's mind. Marinette was sleeping on him. Sleeping on him! Again!!! Her soft, pretty, serene face hid in the crook of his neck, causing him to inhale the lingering bakery scent of vanilla and strawberries every time he dared to breathe. One of her hands latched onto the front of his shirt adorably, knuckles against his chest and Adrien could swear that the erratic beating of his heart would disturb her slumber. Yet, by some miracle he remained calm and cool on the outside despite his inner turmoil. Inhaling sharply, Adrien willed for his heart to calm down as he bravely rested a hand on the girl's waist before allowing his cheek to lean against Marinette's smooth, silky locks. He took this as an opportunity to study her up close. Marinette had her hair loose today. The long, petal thin strands fanned just below her shoulder and her fringe tickled his neck pleasantly. Her long lashes created a subtle, curved shadow on her cheek bones and had Adrien been an ordinary boy, he would have missed the expertly applied concealer below her eyes. She seemed to get more and more exhausted everyday. His poor princess... "I wish I could just hold you in my arms and keep you safe and happy forever..." He mumbled into her hair, placing his free hand on top of Marinette's which was still grasping his shirt and squeezed gently. Gathering what's remaining of his courage, Adrien puckered his lips and pecked her head, face flaming throughout the whole time. It lasted no more than a moment. Yet it was a moment that Adrien will cherish for the next few decades to come. CLICK. Reflex kicked in rapidly and by muscle memory, Adrien shielded Marinette's body with his, wrapping his arms around her and was quick to flash a dangerous glare at the intruder that dared to make an appearance. The sight of a cheeky Alya and the rest of the cooing girl group, all waving their phones and giggling on the spot drained his wrath and replaced it with shyness. "How much did you see!?" Adrien rasped, unconsciously holding Cheng closer to him, not realising that she was starting to stir. "All of it~ but don't worry Sunshine, we won't tell or show her a single thing." Alya winked slyly, wriggling her phone for emphasis. "It's just going to be in our collection for the amazing album we'll be showing you on yours and Mar's wedding day," Adrien stumbled on his words next, ears and cheeks redder than Nathaniel's hair before hiding his face in Marinette's locks as the girls snickered louder. Thoughts of Marinette in various wedding dresses, floating down the aisle with a loving smile on her face, slipping a ring on his finger as she recited her vows, leaning up as he leaned down to kiss her, all ricocheted within his mind without mercy. It was then that the boy noticed that Marinette was fidgeting in her sleep and panic started to settle in his body. "You evil people...you're waking her up." He hissed tiredly but without any venom and made soft shushing sounds to lull the designer back to sleep. The girls had other ideas however and without wasting a second, they made their moves in sonic speed. Juleka was the first to strike, lifting Marinette up bridal style whilst Rose firmly pushed Adrien back against the library's beanbag in a more comfortable way before the tall girl gently placed the snoozing girl on the boy's lap. Alix and Alya struck next, positioning Adrien's and Marinette's arms so that it looked like the former was cradling the girl protectively against him and the latter snuggling up to him with her arms around his neck. Throughout the whole time, Mylène recorded the entire endeavour with a happy hum. "You should have involved us in Operation Marry-Nette. Look how much more successful we were in a matter of minutes compared to the painful weeks you guys went through with your schemes. I still can't believe that one of them involved you acting out a stunt in order to impress her only for you to fail terribly and bruise your ribs. You should never listen to Kim." The chubby girl smiled, grin only widening as Adrien's blush deepened when Marinette cuddled closer to him in her sleep. The raven haired girl's lips were brushing against his collarbones. It took everything for him to not combust. "Nino blabbed didn't he?" The blonde teen accused. "My babe is terrible at keeping anything from me, boo. But to be fair, it was super obvious from the start. Don't be mad at us~?" Alya pressed her phone against her lips, batting her eyes cutely, prompting the boy to roll his eyes and look away but the way he squeezed Marinette closer to him didn't go unseen. "...m'kay...just send me the pics afterwards please?" Adrien's question was answered with a cheer from the girls. . Nino on the other hand was chased around the school by Adrien with his sabre for ratting out the plans to Alya. "Bro! I'm sorry! PLEASE STOP TRYING TO STAB ME- SOMEONE HELP!" "You broke the bro-code Lahiffe! Now you must suffer the consequences!" "BRO!!??!!" ~(x)~ "...Are you okay Chat Noir?" As soon as Marinette placed a tentative hand on the hero's shoulder, he leapt up as high as his namesakes before quickly composing himself with an awkward laugh. "Kine...I MEAN- FINE! I'm fine...hahah..." Chat's faux ears plastered themselves against his unruly locks as he gripped his tail in front of him with both hands. He internally thanked the Gods (more reliable than Plagg at the very least) that his hair was covering his human ears otherwise Mari would have seen that they were as red as Ladybug's suit. The heroine in disguise raised a brow in worry, lips pursed with confusion. The silly boy has been acting very odd for the past few months. In fact his behaviour right now was starting to resemble a certain blonde sweetheart in her class- 'No! Snap out of it Marinette. Don't start comparing them both again!' The girl warned herself in her mind, shooting down the blush that tried to fight its way to her cheeks and then plastered on a polite smile. "Thank you for saving me and sorry for being in the way. I was trying to get away from the akuma, honest." Marinette fibbed, hoping that her partner would simply tease her with a few puns before vaulting away. Instead, the black cat stammered incoherently. "Oh hahah! N-N-No! You weren't in the way. You can never be in the way, it's never too much of a big deal- NOT THAT I'M SAYING YOU'RE NOT A BIG DEAL! You are one heck of a deal haha- oh the akuma is going that way. Stay safe pretty girl whose name I don't know- IMEANGOODBYE! ADIOS! Gahhhhhh..." Snapping his jaw shut, Chat Noir zoomed away with his staff in hand, hitting himself on the head repeatedly as he muttered 'Stupide!' over and over again. Marinette was left blinking owlishly at the boy's strange antics. The familiar feelings that has been gnawing on her mind for the past half year or so simply grew, causing her to nibble on the tip of her thumb. Yet, she couldn't identify what it was for the life of her and it was driving her insane. "Tikki, first Adrien has started to act like me when I'm around. Now Chat Noir? Have I done something to offend them both?" Marinette pouted at her kwami cutely which elicited a giggle from the tiny Goddess. "Oh no, no no no. I think they've fallen for you Marinette- isn't that exciting? The two boys you love? Flailing around you because you make them so shy and nervous? I can't wait to see how this plays out!" The knowing smile that Tikki had on annoyed Marinette. "What do you mean 'the two boys I love'? I'm not in love with Chat Noir! And them loving me? Impossible. Chat Noir loves Ladybug and Adrien hasn't shown any interest in me other than being 'just a friend'." The face that the little Ladybug wore was drier than the Sahara desert. "Marinette. Are you really going to argue with a being that has existed before time itself about this?" The designer only stared back stubbornly before answering. "Tikki, transformer-moi!" "You know I'm ri-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight-" Was the last thing Tikki managed to say before encasing Marinette into her standard suit. Ladybug snorted, hands on hips as she tried her best to ignore everything that has happened prior. "Liking Chat Noir as well doesn't make this any easier dammit..." ~(x)~ Adrien tripped over his shoes and fell on his face as he was too preoccupied in watching Marinette (with a dopey smile etched on his lips) chatter with Marc and Nathaniel. He was rewarded with the love of his life helping him back up on his face and cupping his face tenderly as she worried over him and checked for any injuries. Chat Noir pestered Ladybug over and over again about allowing Marinette the mouse miraculous once more or even letting her try a different one as he tenaciously believed that she would make an excellent part time hero like Rena Rouge and Carapace. The silly cat ended up receiving a playful chop to the head and a 'I'll think about it' from his Lady. He never noticed how she was oddly flustered as he was too busy doing victorious acrobatics and dances during the rest of patrol. A student from the nearby lycée took interest in Marinette after seeing her a few dozen times since he was a local at the Dupain-Cheng bakery. His attempt in asking her out however was sabotaged by a group of peculiarly dressed, short 'tourists' asking for directions to the nearest Parisian attraction in their painfully broken and accented English. The boy missed his chance to seek her out when she skipped out of his sight with Alya and co and then gave up entirely as Marinette ended up going off on a heated rant about how she was getting sick and tired of strangers going up to her and asking her out when she's never really acknowledged them. He missed the way the supposed tourists removed the disguises from their faces, revealing Adrien, Nino, Kim, Max and Ivan as they 'Ho ho ho'd away. During his patrol, Chat Noir spotted Marinette conversing with both Luka and Kagami near La Seine, the latter two sporting a fond look towards the short designer. Fonder than usual...Noir didn't like it at all. It didn't help that he knew that the musician harboured some feelings for Marinette and the fencer has mentioned numerous times how cute Marinette was. So, with his usual dramatic flair, Chat vaulted towards them, staff slamming between Marinette and the other two friends and then slid down to their level. His body slightly shielded Dupain-Cheng from Couffaine's and Tsurugi's view as he exchanged pleasantries with a slight bite to it. The trio happily conversed back instead, sending guilt down Chat Noir's spine for acting a bit bratty in the beginning. The guilt transformed into second hand embarrassment as Luka and Kagami admitted that they started to casually date and was asking Marinette for advice on where to go for a proper date to make it official. There was no need for the green cat to make its appearance to start with! ~(x)~ Marinette gave Chat Noir a pleasant kiss on the cheek, thanking him for escorting her home and her warm smile never wavered when he went through his customary babbles. The kitten ultimately gave up speaking, gathering back what's left of his dignity and grasped Mari's fingers, kissing the knuckles chastely before saluting and leaping away. The heroine in disguise let out a happy smile, a soft blush flared in her cheeks as she leaned against the top of the balcony and perched the side of her head with her fist. A few stars twinkled in the dark, clear sky and the breeze was soothing enough to clear one's mind. "Oh Adrien, you poor kitten...now what am I gonna do with you?" Marinette's quiet giggles were joined by her kwami who flew out of her purse and nuzzled her holder's cheek. "Told you he's in love with you. You owe me those tasty triple chocolate chunky cookies with your Maman's special tea." "Oh well. A deal's a deal. I still can't believe he's my Chaton- no, wait. I can believe it. Who else would be my silly, dorky, wonderful partner? Did you see how jealous he looked when he saw me with Luka and Kagami? And I thought I was bad! Hahah!" "At least he didn't get them akumatised like he got Theo once." Tikki chimed. "Oooh! Can you believe that he wrote 'Adrien Dupain-Cheng' on your notebook a few times without realising it wasn't his? And then proceeded to steal it for a day so that he could get rid of the pages he's written on? Plagg almost choked on his cheese laughing about it!" "If he hadn't missed that one page, I'd have never known why he stole it in the first place. Makes that time I borrowed his phone for the day to delete the voicemail seem minor in comparison." "He has a folder in his phone dedicated to pictures of you and another folder dedicated to you and him! His current lock screen is of him and you~! So cute~!" "We're both so horribly obsessed with each other. How is that cute- hey! Stop laughing!" "And his name for the operation to make you notice him; absolutely adorable~" "Pfft. I'll give him that. It's not too bad." A comfortable silence settled between them as they happily stargazed. For once, Marinette didn't feel exhausted or being pulled apart in numerous directions. Figuring out that her crime-fighting, pun loving partner was none other than the shy, sweet boy who sat in front of her in class soothed her heart and eased her mind. Accepting that he was head over heels for her to the point where he turned into a nervous, stammering, hot mess did nothing but fill Marinette with giddiness and perhaps be less harsh on herself when she was in his shoes. He fell for her twice. Twice! Just like she did! How could she not be floating on cloud nine after that? For once, her hectic life ever since she received the magical earrings has hit a calm and Marinette couldn't wait to see what adventures would follow next as she and Adrien would face them on unmasked, without anymore secrets. Speaking of secrets. "Hey Tikki? When should I come clean to him? There's no way that I could keep this hushed. I have a feeling that Maître Fu is aware of everything too with how I've seen him lurking left and right with that stupid knowing smile you both always seem to have on. So it should be alright, right?" "Since the Guardian has given you and your partner more freedom with your secret identities now, it's up to you when you want to tell Adrien everything. Bu-uuuuut...I kind of want to see him confess to you. Maybe figure it out himself. It's more fun that way, no?" Tikki's grin widened at Marinette's rosy cheeks, the former looking away bashfully, eyes sparkling with joy. "Do you think he'll figure it out?" "Plagg told me that he figured it out the day Mme. Mendeleiev got akumatised but ended up having to scrap that idea when he saw that illusion you created to throw him off. Adrien was so sure that Ladybug was you and seemed pretty down when you disproved that theory." 'So he did know it was me...' Marinette thought with awe, recalling how much happier and excited Chat Noir was during the battle, thinking that his Lady was his Princesse. "I'll give him a couple of days to confess or figure out my identity. Otherwise I'll just grab him by the collar and smooch his stupid face like no tomorrow." Tikki kissed Marinette's cheek in response, delighted with the girl's answer as they made way back into her room. ~(x)~ This was it. He was going to confess. Adrien has had enough of the way Marinette's lips would taunt him with the way they glistened under the lights and he couldn't escape the sweet scent that wafted from her every time she moved. It was so much more easier to deal with her when she was flighty and shy! Now? She was so much more sure of herself, bold, coy, dare he say...flirty. It went from squeezing his fingers to reassure him to smoothly kissing his cheeks as a thank you for whenever he's helped her out or did something she thought was 'adorable'. The tight hugs, the hair ruffles, the lip biting, the cheeky smirk that eased its way to her face whenever someone mistook them as a couple and the lack of denial or correction she gave in response. If he didn't confess at the end of the day, he was going to explode! With the help of the founding members of Operation Marry-Nette along with the new members, they have arranged a successful scenario. One that was working way too smoothly compared to the previous hundred or more plans that went haywire in an instant so Adrien kept a look out for anything strange or bizarre. Knowing his lack of luck, Le Papillon would strike now. Luckily, this didn't seem to be the case as he found Marinette waiting for him by the Arc de Triomphe. The place where he asked her to meet him. "Marinette! Hey!" Adrien jogged towards her, mentally patting himself on the back for not stammering. That thought process was quickly wiped away when he realised what she was wearing and how beautiful she looked. Dupain-Cheng was decked up in a simple but stylish red blouse with a high waist, short black skirt. Following her long legs were black tights and black ankle boots that had a red ribbon on the zippers. Her hair was kept up in space buns, also adorned by red ribbons, making her sky blue eyes pop. Lastly, her lips were glossed in a cherry red tint. The urge to kiss them increased by ten folds and all the words that Adrien has taken months upon months to plan and say turned into goop. 'What the fuck!? This isn't fair. This is so not fair. Why the hell did she have to dress up so prettily and look all cute and innocent now of all times? Why now!? Fuck! It should be illegal to be this beautiful! Damn you!' "Hey there Handsome! You said that you needed to tell me something?" Marinette peeked below her dark lashes and fiddled with the gold necklace that adorned her neck. A necklace that he gifted her a few weeks ago. She was going to be the death of him. "...Adrien? Are you okay?" Her hands reached up to cup his red cheeks only to be intercepted by his in an iron grip. "Adrien?" The boy squinted his eyes shut, blush never leaving and finally blurted out his feelings: "Wǒ ài nǐ!" . 'I love you!' . . . A few seconds of silence went by. The sounds of the chattering crowd in the background faded into nothing as all the boy could hear was the harsh pounding of his heart. Fearing the worst, Adrien refused to open his eyes and his ears and cheeks burned with both shyness and embarrassment. Dread began to build up in his heart when he felt Marinette wriggle her hands out of his grip and his shoulders sagged, awaiting the rejection that was clear to follow. His spiralling thoughts were halted by the contact of Marinette's fingers brushing his cheeks, slipping through his hair before getting tugged down sharply so that his lips crashed into hers. Adrien's eyes snapped open for a split second in surprise as a shocked mewl escaped his throat but then the warmth and softness that was Marinette's lips took over and he couldn't help but shut his eyes again. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her small frame tightly against his and he couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Before Adrien could deepen the kiss, Marinette parted much to his dismay but her lips still brushed against his. He got an eyeful of her cheeks turning as rosy as his and her lips darkened into a kiss bruised state. An image that burned into his mind pleasantly. "So...d-does that mean you love me too?" Adrien couldn't help but whisper, lips tingling as they brushed against hers. "Silly Chaton. In China, we don't outright say that! But...wǒ zhǐ shǔ yú nǐ." "My Lady!? Mmph-" The boy was silenced with another kiss and this time, Marinette's words played in repeat over and over again in his mind. Wǒ zhǐ shǔ yú nǐ: I only belong to you. . . . ~(x)~ A/N: I'll proof read tomorrow. N I G H T. And Ramadan Mubarak~

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foxcantswim · 4 years

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Whittaker!Master | Your Doctor

(Whoever started this whole Master!Whittaker era... I love you.) https://archiveofourown.org/works/23021668

Set after the Series 12 Finale.

Doctor!Whittaker x F!Reader x Master!Whittaker

Jack helps the Reader to find the Doctor in a Judoon prison. They run into the Master instead. Reader starts to distrust the Doctor when they are reunited.

-x-

"Through here," Jack said, leading you and the 'fam' through the doorway.

"Oi, Jack," Graham whispered as he stayed by the man's side, "You sure the Doc's here?"

"Positive," he assured, "Trust me on this. The Judoon are smart but they aren't that smart," he then held up a hand, causing everyone to stop walking. He peeked round the corner, "All clear."

Your mind was racing. You had spent almost a year on Earth without the Doctor. You and your friends had been worried sick every day and you couldn't even count the sleepless nights you had endured.

Jack had magically appeared inside your fridge, he had apologised about smashing all the food inside, "Vortex manipulator," he showed his wrist, "Cheap and nasty time travel. Not always accurate."

Yaz patted you on the shoulder, "Don't start daydreaming now," her voice held warning as you passed by a few cells.

"I'm picking up an entity that holds two hearts," Jack said looking down at his device, "Who else but the Doc?" he grinned as he took off down the hallway.

"Oi, mate!" Ryan exclaimed as he followed, "You can't just go runnin' off in a place like this."

You smiled as you stayed at the back of the group, you glanced around at your surroundings. The place was quite dark, the little light came from the small windows that were scattered across the walls.

A cool breeze made you shiver as you felt your mind go fuzzy, your eye-sight began to falter. A bright blue light engulfed your surroundings. You could hear your friends call out to you before everything went black.

Your head throbbed as you tried to focus on the quiet whistling. You forced your eyes to open, your cheek and hands were against the cold flooring.

"Finally awake, I see..." a familiar voice echoed in the room, "Been out for quite some time."

That voice. You sat up with a groan as your head banged, "D-Doctor?" you questioned, hoping that your eyes weren't deceiving you, "Is that-"

"Don't you ever compare me to the Doctor," the voice that you knew well was laced with darkness.

"B-But you-"

"Ooooh..." she said, standing up, "Is that what I look like? Your Doctor," they teased, "What kind of prison doesn't have a mirror?"

You were beyond confused, "Doctor, did you hit your head?"

"Oh, Y/N..." a smirk was on the familiar face, "Come onnn... Don't tell me you forgot all about me. You know who I am..."

You wished it wasn't true. There was a feeling of dread in your stomach... This wasn't the Doctor. They might look like the Doctor. But deep down you knew who they were.

"It's your old friend! I gave you a lovely trip on a plane, remember? That explosion was the best part! I was hoping you enjoyed it!" she exclaimed before making her way towards you, she sat in front of you in order to be eye level, "Call me by my name."

Her eyes. They were cold. Filled with hatred. There was little to no life in them at all.

"Y-You can't be," your voice shook, "You died on Galli-"

"You think the Doctor could get me killed?!" she shouted, clearly infuriated, "You stupid little humans... Thought you could get away from me. The Cyberium saved me. I made it to Earth and regenerated. A small price to pay all things considering. The Judoon showed up and ruined my breakfast, you know?" she glared right at you, deep into your eyes, "But you're telling me that I regenerated into her."

You felt the fear and panic wash over you as the Master's voice became more and more sinister. More and more annoyed by the fact that he- she now looked like the Doctor.

"Her!" she exclaimed, standing abruptly, "What did I do to deserve this!? I've done nothing but good for this universe-!"

"Good?" you scoffed, "You haven't done a single thing that-"

The Master was once again at your eye level on the floor, a hand on your throat, "I teleported you in here. I can just as easily teleport you into the middle of a Dalek fleet. Or in the centre of an active volcano. Or in some random corner of this cold and dead universe where no-one would ever hear you scream," your head was pushed against the wet wall of the cell.

"I-If you can teleport me around..." you cautiously grabbed the wrist of the hand that was still around your neck getting tighter by the second, you swallowed and tried to take in air, "Why can't you-"

"Don't you think I've tried that already?!" she exclaimed, "This stupid device malfunctioned. I tried to get myself out but I got you in!" her other hand held a device that looked similar to Jack's vortex manipulator. She threw it at the wall before releasing your neck.

You took in a deep breath, the ache around your throat evident - redness would surely spread in no time.

"Doctor, Doctor, Doctor..." the Master muttered under their breath, "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor..." she turned to look down at you, "You and I... We are going to get out of here. And I'm going to keep you as my little pet. The Doctor won't save you this time. I'll make sure of it."

"You-"

"Stop looking at me like that!" she exclaimed before quickly making her way over to the window, "Humans and their infuriating emotions. Especially love," she turned her head towards you, "You think the Doctor loves you in return?" a smirk plastered across her face, "What a shame."

You had to be brave. Stop the tears from falling. You couldn't appear weak.

The Master suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you," she grabbed your other wrist and pushed you against the wall, squeezing your wrists hard, "Now what did I say!?" she exclaimed, "Call me by my name!"

You couldn't look her in the eye, your fear was overcoming you, "Master..." you whispered.

"Can't hear you, love," she growled.

"Master," you said.

"Louder!" she shouted, her hands tightening.

"Ma-"

"Doctor," that voice. That voice was so familiar and so soft, "That's the only name that should belong to that face," the Doctor spoke, looking through the bars.

"Doctor-" you breathed in relief. The Master cut you off, grabbing both of your wrists in one of her hands and pinning them above your head. Her other hand came to your throat once more.

"Shut. Up."

The Doctor quickly opened the door and stepped in, "Let her go," she pleaded.

"You come any closer and your little pet doesn't make it out of here alive," the Master warned, "I won't hesitate," her eyes never left yours. You could see nothing but darkness... But they were still the same eyes you fell in love with. It hurt you more than anything to be looked at like this. You wished they still looked like they did before. It would definitely hurt less.

"You don't have to do this-"

"You wanted me to die on Gallifrey, Doctor!" the Master exclaimed in pure anger, "But you see... Regeneration is a- is a funny thing we Time Lords have," venom laced the words 'Time Lords', "You should know that more than anyone."

"I know you hate me..." the Doctor said in a calm manner. She didn't want to escalate the situation.

"Hate?" the Master questioned, "Hate is such a weak word, Doctor. There is not a word that describes how I feel about you right now."

"Just listen," the Doctor spoke, her voice shaking, "Please... You can have whatever you want."

She replied sincerely, "I want you dead. I want everything that has anything to do with you dead. I crave death," the Master was tense, "There are a lot of things I want right now... There are a lot of things you want right now... But we can't all get what we want, now can we?"

You never thought you would be scared of this face. The need to breathe was catching up with you. You felt your legs go weak.

"Please," the Doctor replied, "Just walk away from this. We can co-exist. We're the last ones left-"

"The last ones?!" the Master shouted, removing her hands from you. You coughed and tried to take in air before sliding down the wall to the ground, "The last ones?!" the Master exclaimed once more, moving to stand face to face to the Doctor, "The Time Lords mean nothing now..." their voice was merely a whisper.

"I didn't want this," the Doctor tried to reason, "We could've been friends."

"Never," the Master assured, "Never..." she smirked, "Now step aside. Let me and my new pet leave. And I'll consider not killing her."

The Doctor sighed, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"You can't stop me, Doctor."

"I know..." she nodded before stepping aside, "But he can."

Suddenly, a flash of light illuminated the room, causing you to close your eyes - the blinding light was too much for you. Your eyes adjusted to the room once the darkness settled in. Jack. Of course. He lowered a device that was once pointed at the Master.

The Master.

Gone.

"Y/N..." the Doctor whispered. Your Doctor. With those stupid yellow braces and that wonderful rainbow shirt.

You couldn't stop yourself from flinching once she knelt down next to you, "I-I'm sor-" you began.

The Doctor kept her distance, "No... It's okay," she kept her voice calm and steady. Her eyes scanned your body before the familiar sound of the sonic echoed throughout the room. She made sure to make the scan quick, she wanted to know if anything had happened to you.

Her eyes kept drifting up to the marks on your neck... And then down to her own hands. She hated that it was her hands that caused this pain.

"I-It wasn't you," you assured, gulping at the feeling of your sore throat.

"Shh," she hushed, "You shouldn't talk in your condition. Let it heal," she said, trying to focus on anything but your neck.

The silence was awkward. The only noise that filled the room was the sound of the sonic every now and then.

"I missed you," you muttered.

A sad smile appeared on the Doctor's face, "I missed you, too."

"I hate to rush things, Doc. But the Judoon are going to get suspicious sooner or later!" Jack exclaimed from the doorway.

The Doctor stood up and pocketed her sonic screwdriver. She looked like she was about to grab your hand... But she decided against it, "Jack," she turned to face him before nodding.

He nodded in response, "Okay," he walked over and offered you a hand which you cautiously took, "Don't worry about the Master. I've sent them far into the future. Bit of peace and quiet will do us good."

You felt your legs shake as he gave you support.

"The TARDIS is just down the hall," the Doctor said as she left the cell with you and Jack on her heels.

For some reason, your eyes wouldn't look at the Doctor ahead of you. You tried to focus on anything but her. The cold, wet floor. The rocky walls. That loose thread on Jack's coat. Anything but the Doctor.

"You okay?" he questioned as you got closer and closer to the TARDIS. That beautiful blue box...

You simply nodded.

"Time heals all wounds," Jack assured as the Doctor pushed the door open, "Ryan, Yaz and Graham are safe on Earth. We used the Judoon teleportation system to get back to the TARDIS."

"And now it's time to go back and pay them a visit," the Doctor said.

Your eyes lit up as you stepped into the wonderful machine. Jack helped you over to one of the seats. The Doctor was being unusually quiet.

Still... you couldn't look at the Doctor.

Time heals all wounds.

You hoped that was the case.

Because you still loved the Doctor. But you couldn't bring yourself to say anything to her. Not right now at least. Hopefully, things would be back to normal soon.

Just you. Jack. The fam. The TARDIS. And the Doctor.

-x-

Thanks for reading! I might write a part 2 where the Reader gets comfortable around the Doctor again and finally reveals feelings and all that jazz!

#doctor who #whittaker!master #thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor #jodie whittaker #the master x reader #team tardis #the timeless child #captain jack harkness #thirteenth doctor imagine

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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years

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I feel what you feel au

N/A: based on an ask I did last night and yes this is a great idea. We all hate slutty Kurt.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @everykurt

A gasp escapes from her mouth- and only that as she refuses to cry or even scream because of the pain- as Excalibur´s resident healer, Faiza, is taking a look on her femur. Kitty Pryde is on the handmade hospital bed and continues to wince even through Faiza is using her powers. "So, this happens out of blue?" Faiza asked as her hands are glowing and are gingerly touching her leg kindly and in slow motions.

Kitty can feel the cold sweater running through her back as a courteous sigh is heard by Kitty- soft but carrying implications and meanings that Kitty is not so happy to acknowledge now- as the pain is decreasing it allows Kitty to think in a good lie. Or so she hopes. "Yeah, what you know? I pick the wrong day to try to dance ballet!" and she let a dry chuckle escape her lips.

Faiza looks serious into her eyes-boring into her soul for a moment and Kitty knew that wasn´t a good lie as it should be- and spoke in a monotone tone. "Why you insist on insult my intelligence Kitty? I know what happens!" and this shames Kitty into confessing what truly is plaguing her mind right now.

"I´m sorry. Is just..." she took a deep breath two times and tells her version of the facts. "A brawl begins over Meggan. I´d not know what happens per se" and now she looks restrained. "He was training with Meggan and I think someone was messing with her powers and well Brian took the scene in the wrong way..." she closes her eyes for a moment. "Well, he certainly wanted to kiss Meggan even if Meggan wasn´t Meggan" and she looks at Faiza who nods letting Kitty sit on the bed and is moving her toes. The pain is over.

"And Brian broke his femur" Faiza states not pleased with Brian nor with any of this situation. "Did he knew about it?" and Kitty can only shake her head.

"I´d not think he´s that cruel..." she mutters this response as she gazes at Faiza. The Muslin woman writes something on her file- every hero of Excalibur must have a file to keep things neat and organized. Is not Faiza´s magic powers only. She is a medical professional on a team of super heroes-and then offers a few words to Kitty.

"No, Brian is passing over a bad moment, but, I never peg him as cruel" her look is meaningful as always and now she talks a bit of her past. Something that Kitty can admit, at least to herself, how she was never truly interested. Not out of malice or disrespect is just Kitty hardly was the one to need healing and is not a chatting person.

"Have you ever told how I meet my husband?" her tone is docile and Kitty closes her eyes and shakes her head. "I was walking in the streets of London, thanks to personal and religions problems, I had to quit medical school" Kitty wanted to ask what those problems are but Faiza´s kind stare gently ask for Kitty to not ask this. Kitty can respect her wishes. "It was a cold night in London when I look in my arm and saw this" she pulls her sleeve and shows her tattoo. "and I look at my future husband who also is gazing at his tattoo"

There´s a joyful smile on her face now. "He looks at me and said ''are you the one carrying such sadness?'' and I replied ''are you the one carrying such fear'' and well that´s how I meet my husband" she finishes and Kitty can say that a good meet-cute.

"Is what you feel about him?"

"...is more fear, but, not of his looks. Is more about what he´ll do now" and then she asks breaking her facade a little. "I don´t want to feel what he feels. I don´t want have to worry in having such thoughts about any pretty lady that isn´t mine" Kitty making her Bi-jokes much to Faiza´s amusement. "is there a way to block this soulmate thing?"

Faiza ponders for a moment. "Technically yes, but, I can´t give you the pills" and before Kitty could ask why Faiza adds patiently. "Those pills require the person to have 21 years old. You have 18 years. Only a responsible to sign the authorization for you...we need to tell Moira about that"

Kitty gasp again and looks embarrassed. "Aunt Moira? I´m an Excalibur member...does that allow me ..." and Faiza shakes her head saying how the rules must be equal for everyone else.

"And even if it wasn´t. Your aunt as your only legal guardian should know...Kitty, she´s your aunt and she cares for you. I´d not think is fair to let her come back to Excalibur and be left in the dark about your situation...alright?" Faiza asked and Kitty is not happy but nods agreeing with the terms.

"When she returns from her trip...I´ll tell her...but, please, is there a way to block this?"

"I´m sorry Kitty"

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Outside Excalibur, a new scene dissolves as Meggan Puceanu is taking charge of her life by taking a chance and facing two grown-up men who thought she is a price and hopeless damsel in distress. Meggan is Gloriana and she deserves respect. With this mindset, Meggan goes to confront the man she loves. Brian Braddock -hating confrontation but needing to make a point- and she speaks with her heart open.

"Brian, how can you think I would cheat on you?" she begins looking back at the scene that almost happened. "my powers are a cross I must bear. People look at me and see the image of what they wish to see. Sometimes...I fear I have no control over my thoughts and feelings. I fear so much that I may lose control" she starts crying now and Brian tries to console her but Meggan shakes her head. "I´m not cheating. I would never cheat!" and shows her arm to him where the symbol very visible. "again, I would never cheat!" and gave a strong gaze at Brian.

Rachel is looking Kurt winced in pain but is slowly comes to grip to his own pain- Rachel rolls his eyes at this macho man bravado- and she knows what´s truly happening. Faiza fixed Kitty and now his leg are in better shape.

Brian opens his heart too. "I have my flaws. I´m so insecure and I´m an alcoholic..." and Brian takes a deep breath "I know about your powers and I jump to conclusions but I still fear you would one day wake up and wanting someone like him" he points at Kurt without looking " I´m a fool" Rachel speaks how true that is and is visible pissed. "and I want to be worthy of you but I have no idea how...when I saw the kiss...or almost kiss...I jump to conclusions and act like a fool because it was my worst fear becoming reality" he concludes.

Meggan ponders his words for a moment. " I´m mad you took this long to talk with me about these issues. I get it if I saw something similar I wouldn´t like it either...Brian, I love you" she then punches his arms pretty hard, not enough to actually hurt him, but still is visible she punched him. And she also winced in pain as he´s right now. "See? we´re soulmates. I have my issues too. I think I´m too co-dependent of you and that´s not healthy"

"What we do?"

"Talk about our issues. I know you have a problem with drinks. As I know you haven´t drunk anything in 2 months now...we can be better than this, Brian...let just talks" and Meggan cries because Brian is crying too.

Now Brian notices the Nightcrawler standing on his feet. Kurt and Brian will never be friends, yet, they work together and Brian can be the bigger man and admit his mistake and offer a sincere apology. "Kurt, I was a fool and blind by jealousy. I apologise for what I did" he still notices how Kurt is now on his own feet.

Kurt is saying something about waters under the bridge. Now, Meggan and Rachel take their turns to speak with him and they aren´t being very kind with Nightcrawler.

"So, fuzzy, noticed someone missing here?" Rachel asked sneering at him and clearly displeased. Meggan looks at Rachel for a long moment as she studies her body gesture.

"Yes, where is Kitty? She was here and..." Kurt replied not getting why Meggan and Rachel are having such looks exchanging between themselves and why they are looking at him in such a way.

"First, you knew I wasn´t in my right mind...why you tried to kiss me?" Meggan asked, still hating confrontation, yet, need to get this closed once and for all. "I have a boyfriend. I have a soulmate. We have problems but you have no right to try to kiss me..." Meggan concludes.

Rachel adds. "Fuzzy it would be like you were taking advantage of her...and that´s not heroic at all" there are heavy hints of sarcasm here and Kurt is not getting why Rachel is being even extra saltier with him.

"I. WANT. YOU. TO. APOLOGISE.TO.ME!" Meggan speaks louder as she´s taking her breath and recovering from such words. And Kurt is now clearly taken back by such outburst. He didn´t think he would gain this reaction from her.

"I sorry" and he adds. "when you change into this blue lady I thought this must be my dream girl and how I wish I could meet someone who shares the same past as me" Meggan stares at him as Brian and Rachel does the same.

"Wow, that´s the worst lie I ever heard" Brian states and Rachel nods. "Finally, I can agree with you, Brian!" followed suit by Rachel who is less impressed by Kurt than ever.

"I´m an empath and Rachel can read minds. And you think you can lie to us?" Meggan asked bewailed at such poor attempts to keep this secret and shakes her head. Now, Rachel is time for Rachel to share some knowledge.

"Is a lie. You only like Meggan because she´s hot. She could have been an ogre with 4 eyes but if she was hot...you would say how you always thought ogres are pretty" and continues with her mind drifting away to a certain person. "I´m even shocked to see you can even remember Kitty was here..."

"Poor Kitty!" Meggan said heartbroken now and Kurt is confused by this. "How can you do this when..." Rachel stops her and shakes her head - telepathically speaking through Meggan to keep it a secret- and Meggan sighs dejectedly. "Just how could you?"

"You wouldn´t know what is love even if she is hit in front of your face!" Rachel spats and Meggan nods in agreement.

"You say you want a blue lady" Meggan begins as she shapeshifter into one very particular blue lady. "would you date this one?" and she personified Mystique down to a tee. "No, I´d not think so...be honest with yourself...until there, I don´t feel comfortable to be around you. Understand that and try to change yourself" and she goes to Brian as she speaks how they must talk about their relationship.

Rachel speaks for the last time. "You need help too, Kurt, as much hating the elf is fun to me...someone is getting hurt here!" and she leaves leaving Kurt Wagner alone.

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Kurt got the word how Kitty got the same injury as himself and how Faiza healed her easily. Kitty Pryde is talking with Rachel-Rachel still giving him fuming looks. Literally- as now realization hit him pretty hard. He could deny everything (isn´t that his favourite tactic?) yet as Kitty look into his eyes. The idea seems too low for him.

"Katzchen!"

"Elf"

"We´re soulmates..." and Kitty raises her hand to stop him.

"I feel what you feel. If you´re not ready to talk about this. Then don´t! I´m not the second-best. You´ll say I´m too immature and I´ll say you´re too emotionally stupid to handle a relationship. Let´s have this talk when you and I are truly ready for this" and she leaves and Kurt is confused by the myriad of feelings battling in his chest.

We´re soulmates...I have a soulmate!

#I feel what you feel au #kurt wagner #excalibur au #Kurtty yet #kitty pryde #get therapy first Kurt #Rachel Grey with the ladies #I love Brian/Meggan

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connorssock · 5 years

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To Hear You Smile

Making dumb decision was a right of passage growing up. And it was something that Gavin took to the extremes. He was young, angry and stupid, wanting any kind of relief from life in general. Temporary solace came in the form of Red Ice. It blurred the pain of a broken family, of not meeting expectations at school, of being repeatedly told he will amount to nothing. At least when he was high, none of those mattered.

Of course, it was only a short term relief, all too soon money problems caught up with him, he was kicked out of his family home and Gavin wondered the streets aimlessly. Cold nights under bridges or huddled in doorways weren’t his idea of a good time and even being high wasn’t enough to chase away the pangs of hunger. There wasn’t much left in the world for him, he’d wasted his potential and now nobody would even throw him a stick to help keep afloat. In a black spiral, the only thing that made sense was to go out with a bang, one final high so great, he’d slip from the world with a smile on his face at least.

Pooling all his money into buying as much Red Ice as he could, he found a quiet alley and got comfortable. He sighed as the drugs flooded his system and let himself drift.

His plan didn’t include waking up in hospital, with a multitude of wires and tubes surrounding him. But that was where he’d found himself, with a couple of very sympathetic nurses. Gavin couldn’t tell them why he’d done it, not without the worry of being locked up or, even worse, being sent back home. And he definitely didn’t want the pitying looks people would send his way. Despite it all, he still got them when nobody showed up at visiting hours, even after his family had been notified.

Medical professionals tutted over him, gave him a rundown of just how much he’d fucked himself over. There was something about blood pressure, intracranial pressure complications and lifelong management - there was something about avoiding all manner of caffeine in there. In all honesty, Gavin didn’t pay much attention to it, he didn’t feel like he’d have to worry about things like that for too long. As soon as he was out, he was only going to do it again because there was no way he could repay the hospital bills. He hadn’t asked to be saved anyway.

At least, that had been his plan. But one of the orderlies, an utterly no nonsense woman took one look at him and decided that he was worth her effort. She knew when he was due to be discharged, blood pressure pills prescribed at such a tender age and with no hope of ever coming off them. Whatever she saw in him, he was grateful to her years later.

She’d helped him get a job as a welder’s apprentice. It didn’t pay much but his boss let him sleep in the back office until he found his feet. All in all, it was a pretty sweet deal, the couch was a pullout bed, there was a small kitchen area for employees to use at lunchtime which he used in the evenings to boil noodles. And each day, his boss’ wife would send him a packed lunch to brighten his day.

Years sped by and by the time Gavin was 30 he was assistant manager. By 35 he was co-owner of the small firm and once his boss retired, it would become his. Things were so much better than he could imagine. While he wasn’t the most popular guy around, he was respected and acknowledged as pretty damn decent at his job.

Sometimes he wondered whether he was a little bit of an outcast because he didn’t huddle over a mug of coffee each morning - not even a decaf one. Since his time in the hospital, he’d read up on what he could about how badly he’d fucked up. And he swore to never put his body through something like that again. Getting clean once had been difficult enough.

It was a little bit of a surprise when Chris and Tina invited him on a night out. While it wasn’t usually his scene, the temptation to go and have fun with two people who actually seemed to like him was too strong. One or two drinks wouldn’t hurt him.

The bar they were at wasn’t too crowded, the company was good and Gavin was staring at the last dredges of his second beer. Owing to the fact he didn’t often actually drink, he was a bit more than merry as he watched Tina toddle off towards the bar. When she came back, she was proudly brandishing a tray with six glasses on them.

“Jäger Bombs,” she declared and Gavin watched her drop the shot glass into the tumbler and down it.

Chris looked at Gavin and shrugged. They each reached for the glasses and mimicked Tina. The drink burned on the way down along with the sickly sweet fizzy drink that Gavin had assumed as apple juice. It was nice, but he doubted he’d choose to pay for such a drink again.

They sat around and laughed about work but something felt off. Gavin couldn’t stop the trembling of his hands, he felt wired and his heart beat wildly in his chest. The pounding headache echoed each thump and he needed fresh air. Something was wrong. He stood up as his vision swam, wanted to get Chris to help him get out, maybe get help. Gavin remembered reaching for Chris’ shoulder but nothing after that.

The sound of machines beeping was eerily familiar. Gavin tried to open his eyes but darkness greeted him. The smell of antiseptic and cheap detergent flooded his nose and his heart sank. Whatever had happened, he was in hospital again.

There was a noise to his left and he turned to look despite it being so dark.

“Relax,” an unfamiliar voice soothed him, “you’re at the hospital. A doctor will be by soon to talk to you.”

Sure enough, there was the sound of footsteps, someone sighing as they sat down.

“Sorry to pull you out of bed in the middle of the night,” Gavin tried to smile, “but you can turn the light on, I promise I’m not a gremlin.”

“Mister Reed, the time is 3:14 in the afternoon, currently you are blind due to pressure on your optic nerves and it may take as long as several months before you will be able to see again.”

What followed was worse than his first time in hospital. Thankfully this time round though there were people to visit him. Tina and Chris were first through his door, falling over each other to apologise, saying they didn’t realise he avoided caffeine for such reasons. Privately, Gavin thought that while he didn’t make a song and dance about it, the fact he avoided not just tea and coffee, but also chocolate and anything else that might have caffeine in it. But it wasn’t important now, the damage had already been done, and really it had started with his first hit of Red Ice.

Because of worries over his health and a need to monitor his wellbeing, Gavin was given a room at the hospital to live in for as long as it took to get better. He was grateful that his insurance covered it, that was one less thing to worry about. But being blind and in hospital was boring. If he listened to the TV or the radio, he was easily startled when a nurse touched his arm to get his attention. Without something to listen to, he was bored out of his mind and wished someone would visit him for even give minutes.

Sleep became his friend, it helped pass time quicker and stopped his mind from whirling round and round over nothing. He’d settled down for his second nap of the day when the sound of clacking claws drew his attention. It approached his open door and Gavin scrunched up his face as he tried to figure out what he was hearing.

“Knock knock,” a gruff voice announced himself.

“Who is it?” Gavin pushed to sit up.

“I’m Hank, and with me I have Sumo. We come once a week to visit people stuck in this dreary old place to cheer them up with a cuddle.”

“No offence but I don’t cuddle strangers. Especially not when I can’t even see.”

The laugh he got in return was good-natured at least.

“Sumo is a Saint Bernard. A huge, fat and fluffy monstrosity who would sell me if it meant even a single second more of cuddling. Stick your left hand out, lower, that’s it. He’s going to touch your palm with his nose and then probably lick it for good measure.”

True to his words, something cold and wet nudged Gavin’s palm before a warm, wet tongue ran over it. Before Gavin could say anything, the bed dipped and a fuzzy body snuggled against his side with happy panting. If he wasn’t mistaken, a tail thumped furiously against his leg.

Despite his misgivings, having the giant dog to cuddle did lighten Gavin’s mood. And even exchanging a few pleasantries with Hank was fun. It came to an abrupt end when there was another knock on Gavin’s door.

“Mr. Reed?” a tentative voice asked.

“Call me Gavin, whoever you are,” Gavin replied.

Next to him, Sumo let out a happy little huff and jumped off the bed to greet the newcomer.

“Hello Sumo, hello Hank.”

“Connor.” If Gavin wasn’t mistaken, Hank sounded flustered and he grinned at the soap opera-esque ideas forming in his mind.

It turned out that Connor was there to help with things like reading out letters, helping manage finances and the like. He was softly spoken, gentle and it irked Gavin somehow.

Over the course of the weeks, both Hank’s and Connor’s presence became something to look forward to. Especially when they overlapped because Hank would always fumble his words in such an endearing way that Gavin had started to root for them.

“Why don’t you ask Connor out?” Gavin asked him casually while Sumo licked his fingers.

“Have you seen him?” Hank asked.

“No,” Gavin was quick to reply and laughed. “Nor you. But given how your dog is large, overweight and scraggly, I would guess you’re much the same. Terrifying to meet at first but an utter pushover and a softie at heart.”

“Thanks,” came the gruff grumble.

“In all seriousness though, just pull up some courage. I think he likes you too.”

They sat in silence for a bit until a knock sounded on Gavin’s door.

“Gavin,” Connor said, except it didn’t quite sound like him. Even Sumo seemed hesitant to greet him.

Quickly, Hank left with a muttered goodbye and it was just Connor and Gavin left in the room.

“You okay?” Gavin asked, genuinely curious.

“I am optimal.”

That afternoon, reading through the correspondence was sharper, there were fewer moments when Connor stopped and he didn’t chat to Gavin like he usually would. All in all, it was terribly out of character. Still, Gavin appreciated the change, he liked Connor but he was usually too soft and cheery for his taste.

It went on like that, most of the time Connor was his usual self but some days, he went in a totally different person. On those days, even Hank seemed a little taken aback, though at least he’d finally managed to ask Connor out for a drink.

“How was your date?” Gavin asked when Connor announced himself coldly at his door.

There was a beat of silence before Connor replied.

“It was adequate.”

That wasn’t the response Gavin had been hoping for. Usually, even on a quieter day, he could get Connor to sing Hank’s praise and enthuse about the man and his dog.

“Holy shit,” he whistled as he realised something, “you’re not Connor.”

Silence stretched in the room and nobody moved.

“I’m afraid you’re rather mistaken,” Connor tried to explain.

“Cut the crap. Who are you and what have you done with Connor?” Gavin snapped and there was a sigh as someone sat in the visitor’s chair.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone else?”

“Hand on heart,” Gavin nodded wish a Cheshire grin.

“You may call me Nines, I am Connor’s twin.”

“No shit. You went full on Parent Trap, didn’t you?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean by that,” Nines replied. “Connor is very busy with his work, his night classes take their toll. But for the course, he needs to do some voluntary work too. On days he’s swamped, I take over and cover here at the hospital. Nobody knows and I’d appreciate it if it stayed that way.”

Gavin nodded and pretended to zip his lips shut before throwing away the key.

Now that the secret was out, it became easier to talk to them. Connor was still sweet and absolutely head over heels for Hank while Nines’ sharp wit and barbs had Gavin snickering delightedly. He wasn’t going to lie, even before he’d know about the double act Nines and Connor pulled, he’d enjoyed Nines’ company more than Connor’s. To the point he’d felt a little bad when Hank and Connor seemed to happily in love because part of him wanted the snarky side of Connor for himself.

“Does Hank know?” Gavin asked Connor one day.

“He has met Nines, yes,” the reply was brushed off as Connor returned to reading him something about pension plans from work.

The topic didn’t come up again but Gavin was content. His vision gradually lightened, soon shapes bobbed around that started to look humanoid. Part of him was elated that he was going to be getting out of hospital so soon, but he didn’t want to lose Nines. Or even Hank or Connor for that matter.

They cheered with him when he could finally look at their outlines rather than stare over their shoulder by accident. Hank clapped him on the shoulder while Connor waxed lyrical about how wonderful it was. Still, it was Nines’ “about fucking time” that had him the happiest.

It was only fitting that Gavin’s vision was coming back rapidly once it began to improve. In the week since he’d had Hank visit, colours had bled back into his life and people’s faces were becoming clearer each day.

A knock in his door sounded before it opened and a tall, imposing man strode through.

“Hello Gavin,” Nines’ voice was unmistakable.

“Holy shit you are gorgeous,” Gavin laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, you sound amazing but you look even better.”

Nines didn’t even blush at the compliment. Instead, he pulled the letters from Gavin’s bedside table and sat down with them.

“I guess you don’t need me to help with these anymore?”

Gavin ruefully shook his head. He didn’t expect Nines to look up at him with a smile and a terse “good”. A number was scribbled on an envelope and Nines spent the allocated hour insulting him while Gavin gave as good as he got.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to bump into Hank just as he was preparing to leave the hospital. The man had Sumo in his harness, an ID tag dangled from it. What was even more surprising was that Connor was with him, holding onto his arm with a small smile.

Gavin wasn’t going to lie, he did do a double take, thinking it was Nines on Hank’s arm. But a second look and he snorted. How nobody else noticed that the two of them were switching places as it suited them, he’d never know. To him, they looked and sounded so different. After a quick exchange of pleasantries, Gavin strolled out of the building and smiled at the sunlight for the first time in a long while.

A figure pushed away from the bench next to the door and greeted him with a sharp smile before swooping down for a kiss. Though Gavin still wasn’t allowed to drive, Nines was more than happy to help him with that in an official boyfriend capacity.

#reed900 #hankcon #hannor #dbh: gavin #dbh: rk900 #dbh: hank #dbh: connor #dbh: sumo #human au #cw: drug use #cw: suicide attempt #cw: temporary blindness #cw: hospitalisation

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hanmemyphone · 6 years

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If Only It Could Be Like This

This was something I wrote for a Secret Santa years ago! Was cycling through old fictions and thought that it was time I posted these officially (Meaning there’s more to come). Enjoy~

Introduction: You’re together with Saeyoung but things go south after a phone call he receives turns his mood sour.

He smacked your hand away with a loud shout to follow.

“Don’t touch me!” he exclaimed as you were shocked at his immediate outburst. Only a moment ago you had been reading a book quietly while sitting back-to-back with him while he was working with his laptop on a low-level table however he had gotten a call and now he was acting as if you were a stranger.

“Saeyoung…” you asked with a worried tone,”What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

You tried to sneak back into his comfort zone, however, he placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you away gently. The man you loved had lowered his tone and acted with thought however his eyes were hidden by his glasses. The funky patterned glasses that you had stared at for hours while he worked were now blocking his golden eyes, the ones you loved looking at while he smiled.

The glasses glinted when he moved his head away from the direction of your face and continued to type on his computer,”Can you leave me alone for a bit?”

Your heart pounded loudly as he said words that you would have never expected him to say. The Saeyoung you knew told you to stay by his side at all times, he told you that he would never let you go, he told you that he was almost scared of being alone. What baffled you most about the situation was his lack of explanation, he hadn’t told you why he was mad or what you were doing wrong. You thought you two were able to tell each other anything. You hesitated to lay your hands on the back of his shoulders but did so anyway as you talked into his ear,”Saeyoung am I doing something wrong?”

He immediately stood up and shook you off him as you fell backwards and grazed the palms of your hands. He looked down at you and finally his eyes were visible but they seemed cloudy and glossy. After that moment of eye-contact, he looked away and apologised.

”I’m sorry, I just need to be alone.”

He put on his prized jacket, took a pair of keys and left the bunker but you found the energy to get up and run after him. You continuously called out his name as you ran after him in with only a thin layer of stocking separating you from the ground but the headphones were already on so your shouts were only drowned out by his music. Almost as if right on cue, your foot hit a rock and you fell to the ground on your hands. When you took a look at your foot after falling down you saw that the stocking was ripped and the cut was already bleeding. You decided to stop your desperate chase and limp back home after seeing that Saeyoung was nowhere in sight. The thought of his disappearance only plagued your journey back as you continued thinking,”What went wrong?”

Saeyoung continued to walk down the street while blocking the outside world with his handy dandy headphones. He didn’t have a goal to which he would walk to, he was just going to walk until he felt that is was a good time to turn back and return. It had been a while since he had taken a leisurely stroll and so he took in this time to absorb the atmosphere. The sun which he hated seeing when he woke up and hated feeling on his skin was giving him a warm feeling of fuzziness. He examined the road underneath his shoes which had been newly paved. Just by walking down the road, he was able to realise that there were things he could have appreciated better if he had taken his time years before. At that moment, he heard his name being shouted out so he looked behind him but nothing seemed to be in sight. He shook this off as just his imagination and continued on forward.

Once you got home, you made sure to disinfect your knees and cover them with a band-aid before you started worrying. You nervously paced around the house awaiting his return and although you attempted to call him, you soon noticed that he had left his phone on the table. This boy worried you more than you could handle and soon you collapsed onto the couch with a mild headache. You groaned loudly to yourself in order to shake off some of the frustration however you felt as if it didn’t help at all and it just annoyed you. In order to take your mind off it, you picked up the book you were reading earlier, a love novel you had gotten from a co-worker the day before. You felt as if reading was a great way to help distract yourself from constant worrying. You opened the book up to your marked page and continued on from the top- the characters had just met after a misunderstanding and now the male had to say some sweet words in order to win the protagonist’s trust back. Cliché, you knew that, but nevertheless, you kept on reading in hope that it would end happily- and it did. He apologised over and over then soon the argument ended with a gentle kiss, it was an easy solution to a simple problem. You wish every problem could be like this.

If only it could be like this…

You sighed for the 1000th time that evening and put down the book you had only briefly picked up because it was making you worry, the opposite effect of what you wanted. Instead of escaping from your worries, you were launched further into the constant paranoia of “what if something happened to him?” or “he might have walked off a cliff”. You knew some of these worries weren’t true but you couldn’t rule them all out. You flipped onto your side and threw a little tantrum just waiting for him to come back. You could have been preparing dinner or picking up some of the things you had left around the house but you had decided that lounging around and internally panicking was the absolute right thing to do.

Suddenly you heard the door click open and you sat up straight knowing that you would see him appear from behind the corner. “I’m home,” he sang, telling you that he was back to his old self. He bounced around the corner and locked eyes with you with a golden smile, you returned the smile naturally however his face suddenly dropped as he rushed over to kneel in front of you. His hands hovered over the bandaids on your knees as he asked where they came from. Throughout your explanation, his face was downcast and had a constant worry in his eyes, just like you had been only minutes earlier. You placed your hands on his cheeks and moved them around which made you laugh at the expressions he was making involuntarily.

“I didn’t know that shout was you…” he mumbled as he continued to let you play with his cheeks,”I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, really,” you replied wanting to solve everything and just have him in your arms again. “I’m sorry I made you worry so much,” he apologised again,”I’ll do all the chores for the next week and even after that to make it up to you!”

“Saeyoung,” you called out to snap him out of his train wreck of a sentence,”I’m okay, I’m not dying.”

He rubbed his forehead on the top of your thighs and laughed softly to himself,”Thank god you aren’t. You're here by my side and that's what matters."

He lifted his head and took off his glasses with his golden eyes staring straight ahead at yours with purpose. He smiled and then brought you in for a soft kiss with it ending with his forehead on yours,”I love you tons.”

You were instantly reminded of the book and this brought a smile to your face as you thought, it might be a little bit different but it was like the book, it was like it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered back to him,”I’m sure I love you more.”

He went back to kneel on his knees and lay his cheek on the top of your thighs as he answered your challenge,”Nope I love you more.”

“Are you sure? I’m sure the pyramid of your love goes Honey Buddha Chips and then me,” you laughed as you played around with his red hair.

All of a sudden he went face first onto the top of your thighs and wept jokingly, probably, which made you half freak out. He hugged your legs tightly and now it was his turn to explain himself.

“I got a call from the Honey Buddha Chips company earlier,” he mumbled but you could hear the sadness in his voice as you asked him what they had told him,”They’re discontinuing the brand because of a lack of resources!!!”

Even though you should have been sad with him that his favourite chips were being discontinued, you laughed instead as you thought to yourself that it was only Saeyoung who could do all that because of a chips brand.

But after all, it was your Saeyoung and this is what you loved him for.

#mystic messenger #choi saeyoung #luciel choi #707 #mystic messenger scenarios #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger fanfictions

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tomhollandertrash · 6 years

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Peter Parker x Cyborg Male!Reader

(A/N); hope you enjoy this, I really liked making it and I hope the person who requested this enjoys it and it’s somewhat similar to what they wanted. Please do not reblog my stories without my permission

Warnings; slight bullying, mentions of a car accident.

Summary;

(Y/N) and Bucky are roommates/best friends, the two boys have been friends since they were six and when (Y/N) got into a car accident, four years ago; his parents died and (Y/N) awoke in the hospital a week later with his left leg, lower back and left eye wired to JARVIS, Tony’s AI. With the occasional drop in from Bruce making sure the boys are okay and for legal reasons, the boys room together in one of Tony’s nice apartments; all is well until school starts again and (Y/N) runs into the schools biggest nerd Peter Parker, who just happens so be (Y/N)’s love interest as well.

*Bucky, Steve and (Y/N) are 15*

You woke up to the sound of your alarm ringing in your ears. Stretching and groaning as you climb out of your warm bed you make your way to kitchen for some much needed coffee.

“morning Bucky” You greeted your best friend Bucky. ‘Morning” He replied; still half asleep you opened up the fridge to find the milk, only too see that the milk was not there. “I just bought milk yesterday though?” you whispered to yourself, you turned on your heal to confront the other boy about this mysterious missing milk; only too see Bucky sitting at the table with the milk and sugar beside his arm and two cups of coffee, one in his metal hand and the other by the chair opposite to him.

“You have no idea how grateful I am for this.” you sigh, sitting in the chair with the cup in front of it, blowing the top and taking in its warmth. “Well I figured you’d need it, after staying up all night watching Netflix, on the night before school starts.” Throwing your head on the table and groaning in annoyance from Bucky reminding you of school, while the boy in front of you chuckled aloud. For the next hour the two of you shared small talk and got yourselves ready for school.

School was not a far walk from your apartment, so seeing as you were a little early you and Bucky strolled along the footpath at a slow pace. While walking in a comfortable silence, you began to think; looking over too Bucky you thought of what a lucky guy you were to have Bucky as a best friend, thinking of where you would be without him, for as much as you guys did all the normal things together, you too both were cyborgs. Bucky had grown used to his arm and it didn’t change how he went about life; he didn’t let the fact he has a metal arm and because of it he can’t play any school sports (due to safety) get to him. You’ve always admired him for that, you of course still can’t play sports, but you’ve always been embarrassed about it; not all, day everyday but one the off day, sometimes people’s stares become to much. Bucky has always been there for you and comforted you when you need him. This was always something that bought you closer together, you two knew everything about each other; he knew you were gay and you liked the schools nerd Peter Parker, and you knew he was bi and liked Steve Rodgers the schools football co-captain with Flash Thompson, you and Bucky were occasionally helping out Tony and Bruce with testing machinery and medicines and on a rare occasion fighting thugs or bad guys on the street.

You were cut from your thoughts when you heard Bucky’s voice. “ Earth to (Y/N), hello?” startled and immediately snapping out of it you apologised. “Uhhh…Sorry I wasn’t listening what was that?” Smiling at your words, he repeated his sentence. “I said, do you mind if we go visit Tony and the guys this afternoon? I need to get a screw tightened on my arm.” “Yeah, of course, you don’t have to ask Buck.” “Cool.”

The two of you walked into school grounds and noticed it was quite, probably because it was still a while till school started “Yep…I don’t miss it here” you muttered, Bucky just laughed at your statement. “We’ve got a bit of time before class, do you wanna go get our books for class and then go sit outside till the bell?” “Sounds good too me.” The two of you went your separate ways, seeing as your lockers where on the other side of the hall, promising to meet in your spot by the large tree just off to the side of the schools football field. Taking sharp left and not looking where your going someone suddenly came running into you; they fell to the ground quickly and before you could help them up or see who they were, they jumped to their feet and hid behind you. Feeling rather awkward and not really knowing what was happening you heard a voice yell out, but not too you. “Oi, penis parker, stop hiding and get out here so I can beat your ass.” Flash Thompson; then it hit you, the person behind you was Peter Parker; schools nerd and your crush.

“Leave him alone Flash, go be a pain to someone else for once.” Your words were harsh, standing up straight so you were just the bit taller than Flash, you felt Peter cling tighter to your shirt behind you and you couldn’t help feel bad. “Well if it isn’t-“ you cut Flash off by using your lower strength to lunge forward and pin flash against the locker, your robotic eye turning red with anger as your body unconsciously put you into a protective overdrive. “I’m going to say this one more time Flash, one; go and piss off someone else, I don’t ever want to see you near him again, got it?” your voice dropped an octave as you said this, you let go of Flash and he instantly bolted for the other direction.

After taking a moment to collect yourself and calm down, you turned around to see peter with his head down standing right where he was before, and was in a almost frozen state, walking up to him and placing you right hand on his shoulder and your left you use to tilt his head up so he was looking at you. Thats when you noticed the tears down his slightly red face and the occasional whimper leavings his lips. Signing slightly as you wiped his tears with your thumb. “I-I-I’m sorry, I should have b-been s-so clingy and s-scared like that” “No no, its okay, really, I’m glad you ran into me, I would have helped you either way.” Peter just ended up crying more and the only thing you could think of doing was too pull him into a hug; and thats exactly what you did.

For the next five minutes you held peter in your arms, he was the perfect hight for his head to fit just under your chin, with only a little stretch to your neck which you didn’t mind. Peter finally stopped crying but neither him or you made an effort to let go “Y-You’re really strong, you know.” Peter whispered into your chest, now it was your turn to blush. “Well, I am kind of half robot.” Peter chuckled at that, his laugh made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, just the thought of him happy made you happy. “Oh shit, Bucky! I forgot.” You yelled to yourself, forgetting that you were supposed to meet Bucky by your spot. Pulling away from Peter, you looked him in the eye and said “I’ve got to go okay? If Flash ever bothers you again come and find me, I’ll break his nose if I have too. Anyway, I must be off.” You quickly gave him your phone number and, before you knew it, you kissed him on the cheek and ran down the hall to your locker, grabbed your things and ran to the football field.

“What took you so long!?” Bucky yelled at you, after you explained what happened, and Bucky teasing you for it being Peter and you of course liking him. “Shut up, Buck I mean it.” “Alright, Alright, my bad, I’ll shut up.” Telling your story of your encounter with Peter and Bucky telling you as he waited for you he spent the entire time staring at Steve practicing football.

School went by rather slowly and not much happened, just a bit a homework and a re-introduction to classes and teachers. You and Bucky caught the bus straight to start tower and made your way up the elevator and into Tony and Bruce’s lab. Greetings and small talk were exchanged before Tony interrupted it all, “(Y/N), Bucky. There’s some trouble going down in the old abandon construction sites just south of the city and there’s evidence to suggest that thugs could be setting up a potential base there, can you guys go there and just, you know; check for trouble?” “Hell yeah!” You and Bucky yelled as you two got to go on another mission. “Actually, Bucky needs to stay here for a while, I need to fix the internal wiring and that might take a while, (Y/N) are you okay to go alone?” Bruce cut in, Bucky had a face a disappointment. “Yeah I should be fine, don’t worry Buck, I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.” “Well it’s getting dark, now so go suit up and ask JARVIS for directions, you know your training.” “Yes sir.”

When you arrived at your destination, it was just as said old construction sites that looked like no one had been there for ages. Scanning your surroundings and beginning to look around you came across a room that had light coming from it. Slowly making your way up to the window, you peered through and saw the friendly neighbour-hood Spider-Man, you’d met once for a brief moment when you both decided to help a small robbery from the local bank. He was hanging upside down from his web and seemed to be mixing chemicals, your eyes drifted to the rest of the small room, test tubes were everywhere and formula sheets littered the floors. Opening the window and letting yourself in. He immediately turned around ready to attack, until he saw it was you. “So this is where you keep all your gadgets.” “Y-yeah I guess.” The stutter, his voice; something about it seemed so familiar too you, staying silent for a moment and thinking hard about who Spider-Man could possibly sound so familiar too…then it clicked; Peter.

“Peter?” Spider-Man’s eyes clearly widened as he stood there speechless for a few seconds “I-I-I don’t know w-what you’re t-t-talking about.” You chuckled quietly, you’d never forget what he sounds like. “Oh common Peter, I know it’s you, I’d never forget that cute little stutter of yours that you get when you’re nervous.” You slowly walked up to Peter and placed your fingers under his mask, you took a moment to look at him and see if he was okay or in distress. When he nodded slightly, you pulled his mask off and gazed at his brown doe eyes and slightly ajar lips. Peter stepped forward so that there was almost no room between you and him, he stood on the top of his toes and wrapped his arms around your neck. He hesitated for a second before placing, the most sweet, softest kiss too your lips almost scared to do more. Before you could react he pulled away slightly and apologised profoundly “I-I’m sorry, it was my fault-“ You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his waist and placing a your lips to his. Peter melted instantly and returned his arms to around your neck. The kiss was full of passion and love, but also care; your tongues danced as Peter let you in and take control of the kiss. Eventually he pulled away for air and he rested his head on your chest. “I like you (Y/N), I really do; you make me feel safe and protected, thank you.” This brought a smile to your face as you held him closer and whispered back “I like you too Peter, you’ll always be safe with me, I promise. Will you be my boyfriend?” Peter just nodded and pulled back to kiss you again. Man you could not wait to tell Bucky about this.

~fin~

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