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sunhatllama · 1 year

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let the rain fall (I don't want you to)

A Resident Evil anon request

This wonderful anon requested Chris and Leon's first kiss, so, of course, I had to do it. This one got a little away from me, but I'm glad I spent as much time on it as I did.

Tags: Chreon, Breakfast, First Kiss, Pre-Relationship, A smidge of angst, but Leon is always like that so, No Beta, 2 OC's just to create a plot, Oh yeah, there's barely any plot, it's just breakfast fluff

Rating: T (to be safe? Leon doesn't have a high opinion of himself. Oh also he swears so)

Word Count: 3275

This takes place in the void after Vendetta but don't ask me when.

Leon loved breakfast. Everyone close to him—not that there were very many—knew this. What most people didn't know was that he had never been asked to get breakfast with anyone before.

Until now, he supposed.

He had just gotten off a mission with none other than Chris Redfield, the BSAA's 'golden boy' as he liked to call him. The man was heavily built, large biceps carried by rock-hard muscle, his body akin to a beautifully carved statue. Leon had planned on sleeping for the next week off in some rundown motel, drinking away his exhaustion, but Chris insisted on taking him out for food the morning after they got back.

The moment the man had said "breakfast", Leon knew he couldn't say no, despite how much he wished to pass out on the shitty motel cot.

Which led him to where he was now, being practically dragged along by Chris down the street, the morning sun dousing the man in an orange glow, his tanned body almost glistening like morning dew. He was wearing a green hawaiian shirt and black cargo pants, contrasting against his own blue jeans and simple t-shirt. Leon had foregone a jacket since it was so warm out that day.

"C'mon Leon, the place is just around the corner."

Leon groaned, forcing his feet to walk a little faster to reduce the pressure on his shoulder. The man's grip on his hand wasn't painful, but every place their skin touched sent electricity to his brain, nerves flaring.

Leon had had a crush on the elder Redfield for years at this point, but never felt confident enough to tell him. Not to mention he thought the man was as straight as you could be. Claire never mentioned him being with another man, not that he had talked with her in a while, he supposed. Maybe he should give her a call later, maybe ask her about Chris if he had the courage.

"Where are we going again?" he groaned.

"You said you wanted breakfast, right?" Chris said, slowing for a moment to look back at Leon, his eyes warm and soft and Leon's knees almost buckled at the sight. "You're going to have to trust me with this one."

Trust. Sure, why the hell not? Leon found himself smiling despite the shake in his hands and nodded dumbly. Every moment he stood in Chris's presence sent his heart pumping wildly and he hoped that the man couldn't feel his racing pulse in his palm.

Leon walked a little bit faster, some of his fatigue washing away as anticipation settled in his chest. He was no longer being dragged, but Chris still held onto his hand. He tried not to jump to conclusions—this was a friendly outing after a mission. Chris didn't like him. There was no way. Leon was too prickly to let anyone get close, much less entertain the thought of romance.

Fuck, maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Just as he thought about attempting to slip away, Chris stopped walking and stood, bringing Leon to his side, an arm wrapped around his shoulder. "This is it!" he exclaimed, smiling.

Leon looked up at the building, trying to ignore how close he was to Chris's chest. It was a small cafe, large windows making up the majority of the front wall; if he squinted, he could see a few people at booths, eating and talking to one another. He could smell the strong scent of coffee from the outside and he found his mouth watering already.

Leon shook his head slightly, turning to the man at his side. "What is this place?"

"I found this little cafe a few years ago by accident, stumbled in after a long mission and nearly passed out. The owners saw me, probably a little peeved, and gave me a cup of coffee on the house." Chris laughed. "From then on I always try to stop by for a meal if I'm in the area."

The mental image of a sleepy Chris stumbling into a sweet little cafe like this made warmth spread through his chest for reasons he couldn't explain.

"That sounds really nice."

Chris chuckled, "You have no idea. C'mon, I'll introduce you."

Leon found himself once again being dragged along, but this time he didn't try to stop it. The door opened and a small bell rang out from above the hinge, the men stepping inside. The smell of coffee was much stronger inside and he could hear the sizzling of eggs and bacon. Looking around, he was surprised to see how open it felt despite being a small establishment. There were a couple of round tables surrounded by wooden chairs with floral cushions and cyan booths lining the walls. Tall palms towered in each corner and various succulents dotted the shelves next to black and white pictures, the frames old and weathered. A few people were eating, but none of them paid any mind.

Chris led him to the back where there was a counter and an old register, manned by a short, aged woman, wrinkles crinkling the corners of her eyes. She smiled at them sweetly, lightening up when she saw Chris.

"Chris Redfield! Oh how nice it is to see you, my boy," she gushed, moving out from behind the counter to hug the man. Leon stood off to the side, awkwardly. "I see you brought a friend with you!"

Leon smiled slightly, a little uncomfortable, but gave a wave to be nice.

Chris pulled away from the woman, turning to Leon. "This is Mrs. Canta, and her husband Mr. Canta in the kitchen."

As he said that, an elderly man, presumably Mr. Canta, stepped out of the kitchen, spindly white hair and a hair net doing nothing to cover his sunburnt scalp. "I recognize that voice, is that you, Chris?" He squinted, glasses slightly askew.

Mrs. Canta spoke up, "Yes, it is dear! And he has company this time."

"This is Leon, I promised him breakfast and I knew I had to take him here. Best breakfast joint I know."

"Oh, Chris don't joke," she chuckled.

"You know I'm not."

The woman shook her head fondly. "Take a seat and I will come over with some menus for you boys."

Chris nodded, still smiling, before looking at Leon and gesturing at a booth in the corner as if asking. Leon shrugged, nodding. He didn't care where they sat. He just wanted some food. His stomach growled at the thought and he hoped Chris couldn't hear it.

They sat down across from each other and Leon tried to relax. The cafe was nice and quiet and it was secluded from the main roads, traffic slow and far between. He appreciated that, preferring a less chaotic area. Now that he was forced to face Chris, he nearly blushed, noticing that the man was looking at him already smiling that smile he always sent his way. It was something uniquely Chris and it sent butterflies through his stomach. No, no. He wouldn’t allow himself to hope.

"You ready for the best breakfast of your life?"

Leon smirked, raising his eyebrows. "That's high praise, Redfield. I have been to plenty of good breakfast places."

Chris laughed heartily and Leon thought it was like music to his ears. "You won't be disappointed."

"I'll hold you to that."

Mrs. Canta stepped up to their table, still shorter than them when they were sitting, and placed two menus as well as some napkin-wrapped silverware. She asked what they wanted to drink and Chris ordered an orange juice. Leon ordered the same but also got a coffee.

When the woman stepped away, Leon smirked at Chris. "So the renowned BSAA captain likes orange juice?"

"It's the superior juice, Leon, also you ordered it too." He gestured to him.

"I never said it wasn't good." Leon would have ordered alcohol if he could but they didn't serve it. Orange juice would have to do for now. Resisting the urge to sigh, he changed the topic. "So how's Claire doing?"

"Good. Doing what she always does, trying to save her corner of the world."

Leon chuckled. "Of course she is." He thought about their conversation after the fiasco with the previous Defense Secretary Wilson and Penamstam and felt a stab of guilt. He didn't mean to hurt her like that but knew going public with that information would have done more harm than good.

"Do you guys talk?"

"...Not as much anymore. I was actually planning on calling her at some point today or tomorrow." He turned his attention to the menu, avoiding Chris's gaze. They had a semi-small selection, but everything they had sounded pretty good. They even had waffles.

Chris also looked over his menu, not seeming to pay that close attention. Maybe he already knew what he was getting since he had been there before. "That sounds great, I'm sure she would appreciate that."

Leon wasn't so sure, but he would do it regardless.

Mrs. Canta came by again, their drinks in tow. The glasses clinked against the aged wooden table, orange juice bright orange and pulpy. The color reminded him of the sunrise from earlier, although the sun was well above the horizon at this point, the light streaming through the windows slightly less bright than before. He could see a few people walking down the sidewalk.

"What can I get you boys this morning?"

Chris spoke up first. "I would like the triple stack chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon, please."

The woman nodded, smiling, then turned to Leon expectantly.

"I would like the toast and eggs, sunny side up with bacon and sausages."

She nodded again. "Alrighty, anything else for you two?"

"No, I think we're good, thanks," Chris smiled.

The conversation continued slowly, the two talking about the mission, about embarrassing things they knew about Claire, and about each other. Ever since New York, Leon wanted to spend more time with Chris but never knew how to approach him. He hadn't had the opportunity to have an actual conversation outside of whatever mission they were on and he was greatly enjoying it. He didn’t get the chance to hang out with friends often, and he had an even harder time making frends to begin with. A lot of people thought he was mean and unlikable, some called him annoying.

Sometimes it was just easier to act cold.

Their food came and Leon practically devoured his, Chris following suit. The man’s pancakes were plate-sized and fluffy, covered in whipped cream, strawberries, and maple syrup. His bacon was crispy, almost too crispy for Leon’s taste, the pieces crumbling in the man’s hand. Leon’s breakfast spread came, one barely-cooked egg laying on top of two crispy pieces of toast, the yolk, seasoned with salt and pepper sliding across the whites. His bacon was cooked to perfection, slightly chewy but not overcooked enough to melt in your mouth immediately like Chris’s and the sausage was fried deliciously as well. They both focused on their food, not speaking much until they were both finished.

He had to give it to Chris, this breakfast was some of the best food he had ever had.

The sunlight began to fade away as they ate, the sky clouding and casting a shadow over the earth. Leon didn’t mind it too much. The cafe was just as warm and comfortable regardless of the weather outside. A pitterpatter of rain began to fall, splattering on the window, the water streaming down the glass until it pooled at the bottom. Leon sucked in a deep, relaxing breath, watching Chris over his coffee. The man was finishing up the last bit on pancake, scooping up as much of the leftover toppings as possible, shoving the fork into his mouth. Leon would have normally thought it disgusting, but instead he found it adorable.

Once Chris leaned back with a sigh, Leon put his mug down, the glass clinking against the table. “You ready to go?” He figured Chris wanted to go do something else now that they were finished. He was sure there were other people he wanted to talk to before their small reprieve was done.

The man looked at him, a flicker of an emotion he couldn’t discern on his face for a moment before being replaced by a soft smile. “I’m ready if you are.”

Leon nodded, pushing himself out of the booth and to his feet, watching Chris struggle to get out due to his larger than average body. He nearly laughed, but caught himself. He waited off to the side while Chris paid, giving Mrs. Canta a hug and sharing a few words he couldn’t hear before coming back to Leon. They shared a look before heading out the door.

The rain was more of a sprinkle than a pour, but they were going to get soaked if they stayed out for too long. “Did you still want to walk?” he asked, scowling up at the sky before wiping his face in annoyance.

Chris hummed, crossing his arms. “It’s not too bad right now, we could walk to my place if you wanted.”

Chris’s place? He was inviting him to his home? Leon felt like he should decline, but then the man held out his hand and he found he couldn’t say no, just like before. He needed to get his feelings under control before he got hurt. It was only polite to help someone get out of the rain. “If you don’t mind, otherwise I can wait for a cab and go back to the motel.”

“Nonsense. You could be waiting awhile, and besides, I still wanted to hang out if you were okay with it.”

Leon froze, not really sure what to say, so he eventually said, “Okay,” and grabbed onto his extended hand. Fuck.

Somehow, Chris’s smile widened further and he squeezed Leon’s fingers once before dragging him across the street. He held his breath and forced himself to keep walking forward. Once they crossed, the man let go, and he felt like he could breath again. The rain fell on Leon’s long locks—he needed a fucking haircut—and streamed into his eyes. He shook his head before pushing his bangs back away from his face. He wasn’t a huge fan of the rain. Between Raccoon City, Spain, and his general poor circulation, he had more than one reason to hate it, but he found it wasn’t too bad if he got to spend the time with Chris, surprisingly.

Looking over, he realized that the man was thoroughly soaked, water dripping from his shirt and fingers to the ground, his hawaiian shirt tight to his skin and exposing every curve of his muscles. Leon let him lead, since he couldn’t remember where exactly his apartment was, but he was having a hard time not checking him out. Chris deserved more respect than that. He shook his head again, but this time it wasn’t because of the rain.

“We’re friends, aren’t we, Leon?” Chris suddenly said, not stopping.

The question threw him off and he didn’t say anything for a long moment. “Yeah, I think so.” Chris was one of his favorite people, but telling him that would probably scare him off. The man was so selfless, so determined to save people and never leave a man behind. No matter how many people he lost, he never gave up. Leon envied him for that. Every time he lost someone, he fell deeper and deeper into despair. If he was honest with himself, he was scared to lose another person. Who would it be next time? Claire? Chris?

He would never forgive himself.

“Then why do you avoid me?”

Leon stopped, and Chris did too, turning around, frowning. He opened his mouth—

“Don’t say it’s because you’re busy. You and I both know that’s a lie.”

Fuck.

“I don’t-” he started, looking away. “I don’t know.” What was he supposed to say? That he was intentionally ignoring the man’s calls? Rejecting every invitation because he was scared?

In an instant, Chris was in front of him and Leon forced himself to look at the man, blinking away the rain. He wanted to take a step back, to run away back to the motel like a coward, but he was frozen in place, holding his breath.

“You’re my friend, I want to hang out with you more, get to know you.”

“No you don’t,” he growled. Chris didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Yes, I do.”

“No,” he snarled, “you don’t. I’m not worth it.”

“Let me make that decision for myself.”

Leon stepped forward, getting in Chris’s face, emotion twisting in his chest. He was done beating around the bush. “All I cause is pain and loss on those around me. Everyone dies, Chris. I’m a curse.”

There was a long moment of silence, and Leon deflated, his forehead falling against Chris’s chest, the sound of the rain the only thing he could hear over the roaring in his head. “I don’t want you to get caught in it,” he murmured. Rainwater streamed into his eyes and he scrunched them shut.

A hand on his cheek gently lifted his head up and Leon opened his eyes quickly, breath catching. Chris looked down at him with such sadness it sent guilt stabbing through his lungs. “And what if I you’re wrong?” he said softly, brushing some of the rain off Leon’s face with his thumb. The touch felt like fire against his skin.

Leon didn’t know what to say, so he kept his mouth shut, trying to calm his racing heart.

“What if I want to get to know you regardless? What if I want to hang out more, what if I don’t care if you’re a curse or not?”

The distant sound of thunder rolled over them and Leon shivered, not entirely due to the cold. Their faces came closer and Leon could feel the man’s breath on his face, warm in the chilled air. Leon breathed through his mouth, lips parted slightly. In an instant, they came together, Chris’s mouth on his, lips pressed together, and Leon groaned as the man’s hands found their way into his wet hair, gripping enough to cause pressure but not pain. This kiss only lasted a moment, but it left them both panting, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it.

Chris was the one to break the silence. “Still up for coming over?”

Leon wanted to laugh in his face, but instead he smirked, looking up at him with affection he didn’t have the energy to mask. “You’d have a hard time keeping me away now.”

Chris smiled, this time flushed, face red. “C’mon, let’s get out of the rain,” he said, pulling away slightly. “We can talk about this,” he gestured to them both, “when we get home.”

Leon nodded, extending his hand in invitation this time, and Chris took it without hesitation, smiling wider. “Only if you promise we get breakfast tomorrow.”

“Are you admitting it was the best breakfast you ever had?”

“I never rate a place on first impressions.”

Chris laughed. “Then I guess we will have to pay Mrs. and Mr. Canta another visit.”

They walked along the sidewalk, the rain letting up a little, sunshine peeking through the clouds. And this time Leon and Chris held hands the whole way, side by side until they reached Chris’s apartment. They would have to talk about what their relationship was turning into, but for now, they relished in each other’s company, finally content.

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capraqua · 1 month

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call me crazy but I did write out my confession (and subsequent rejection) as a narrative for a friend, enjoy

He was taking his distance as we took slow but sure steps up the narrow spiral staircase. I was drunk, of course, as if that wasn't obvious. If it weren't for the three bottles of soju running through my veins, nerves would probably be the reason I was on edge.

When we got to the landing, I tried to steady myself on the wall beside my door, leaning back against it. I might have put my face on the cool concrete at some point, I don't recall, but I remember the plush fabric of his jacket rolled up as I held his arm to, you guessed it, steady myself. What a reason, right? I'm just trying to be a mastermind. Mama Taylor didn't prepare me for this moment for nothing.

Drunken giggles bubbled from my chest as I said, "I can't feel my face," which earned an intoxicated chuckle from him as well. Trying to prolong the moment when we have some sort of bodily contact, I asked about our group's travel plans tomorrow. He answered, to the best of his ability but I knew after that, it was the moment.

My hand slid down to his hand, noticing that his palm was soft, so warm and comforting. Like how I felt around him all this time. Of course, there were a lot of moments I was overthinking but my attraction to him never manifested as butterflies in my stomach. It was the feeling of security, warmth, comfort. Like there was always someone you could talk to and it was him, that he looks out for you, like life would be easy with him.

As I held his hand, I looked up and tried to maintain eye contact.

"I have to tell you something," I started, breathing out the words as he looked at me with rapt attention. "I'm not expecting anything from you but," another pause as I breathed in deeply.

"I like you." A beat. Maybe two. His drunk brain was probably processing and I don't know what kind of outcome he stumbled on to but his only answer was… "Okay, go to sleep."

OF COURSE, I WAS DUMBFOUNDED. There I was a girl, standing in front of a boy, being all vulnerable and shit and his reply was only four words. Of course, I had recon with the girlies after, even if we were all a little bit tipsy and drunk, even if I had to carry one of us to the bathroom to hurl her guts out but inevitably, we came to the conclusion that I already showed him my cards. It was his play now.

And his play was to stay friends. There was a smidge of awkwardness the day after. It didn't help that we were stuck next to each other on the bus ride back to the city the next day with my seatmate trying his hardest not to touch any part of my body as if that was possible. The subtle pulling away kinda stings but what can I do about that?

When we got home, I sent him a message which he replied to which is a fitting end to this fiasco of a story, recount, reminiscing, whatever. I told him that the encounter must have given him more questions than answers and that I would always still be friends with him along with the caveat that he should know that he deserves affection too, that whatever happened to him in the past shouldn't dictate what his love life should look like moving forward.

His reply was straightforward. He was worried it would be too harsh but I don't like beating around the bush either. I like things clear and precise so when he told me he prefers to be friends, that he still has trauma from everything that happened to him, and that his love life is not a priority at the moment, I understood immediately. Better than dealing with it, nipping it in the bud before it could hurt the both of us deeply.

#if u know who this was about no you dont #maybefiction #narrative #writing #romance #confession #rejection #it may be sad but i dont think so

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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hello! may i request some azriel fluff 🥺 like mornings with him/ cuddling in bed, im in dire need of cute azzy fics. also i love 'home' it's actually the story that got me into reading acotar content!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: pure fluff with a smidge of angst if you squint, mentions of blood/scars (very brief) but mainly just fluffy lovliness

a/n: okay so I kinda expanded on this a bit but it does have cuddling in a bed and mornings so I hope you like it! I’m always down for our boy getting some much needed love!

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It had been almost a month since you had seen Azriel. He was away on a mission for Rhys, always willing to follow his brothers orders even when your lip had wobbled at the sound of a month alone when he was in foreign territory undertaking dangerous tasks. A part of you felt guilty as he left, a pained expression on his face as he left you standing in the doorway, waving him off. You knew his job was hard and that he didn’t enjoy being away from you anymore than you did, but you couldn’t help but worry, especially after the missions where he came home with new scars and the darkness that you were working hard to rid him off returning to his eyes.

Tonight you were sat on your sofa, feet curled and a mug of steaming tea next to you as you flicked through a book. You had been reading the same paragraph for at least twenty minutes, the words not processing as your body reacted to the missing weight that would usually be curled against your side by this time of evening. Your gaze flittered over your home; perfectly clean as you had sought things to do while your heart was in another country, bookshelves lining the walls and paintings adorning any clear space on the walls. You closed your book, well worn as in your life you had read it many, many times. The pages had yellowed, and the spine was bent, yet the smell had remained and now as you read through it you could catch the notes Azriel had pencilled in when he had read it to please you. When you went to re-open it, unable to sit still, you smiled as it opened automatically on the most worn page, a quote circled and Azriel’s neat handwriting in the footnote, you traced your finger along the words, reading them with a soft smile.

“No. No one likes being alone. But

I’ve learned to live with it.” – now

I have you I don’t believe I could

ever be alone again. You could leave

me; steal my money, my heart, break

me down and I would still come

crawling back to you. You hold my heart

now, please be gentle.

You felt tears sting your eyes as you read his words, the page already had tear stains from when you first saw the words, but now in the cold of your lonely house they sank in deeper. However, before you could wallow in your self-pity anymore, you heard the door push open quietly and quiet feet pad in, the tell-tale signs of someone who presumed you would be asleep, albeit it was nearing 1am. You quickly put your book down, standing and practically running to the door, grinning widely as you saw Azriel there, tugging off his boots with one hand braced against the wall. He looked up when he heard you and offered you a weak grin.

“You should be sleeping baby,” he smiled at you as you barrelled towards him, jumping into his arms.

“I can’t sleep alone anymore,” you muttered into his shoulder and he shook with a silent laugh, tightening his grip around your waist. You stayed in that position for a few minutes more before you slipped down, grabbing his hand, and tracing a thumb over the dark circles that surrounded his eyes, next to the dirt and dried blood that was drying and cracking in his hairline. “C’mon you stink.” You giggled leading him to the bathroom and turning the tap to fill the bath with warm water, sprinkling in salts that you swore would help, much to his manly grumbling. You turned and found him leaning on the door, eyes watching you carefully, taking you in as you moved to him and started helping him out of his clothes, tugging at the leather until it came down displaying his glorious body to you. Once he was naked you pushed him gently in the direction of the bath and he furrowed his eyebrows and made grabby hands when he realised you weren’t joining him, you just laughed and kissed him gently, promising to return soon as he began washing.

You moved to the living room first, grabbing your mug and taking a tentative sip, smiling when you found it at a drinkable temperature. Then you moved to your shared room, fluffing the duvet and pillows, and changing into one of his old shirts, then grabbing him some loose sweats and walking back to your bathroom, arms stacked. He was leaning his head against the edge of the bath when you re-entered and cracked open his eyes, smiling lazily at you through hooded eyes. You moved to sit beside him at the edge of the bath, taking a washcloth and gently wiping his face clean, before rinsing it off and moving it down his neck and chest, following with soft kisses pressed into his clean skin as he all but purred in delight.

When you finished you leaned your head on his arm, your sleepless nights without him catching up on you as you sipped your tea, breathing in the relaxing smell. You felt Azriel’s gaze on you and turned your head up to face him, he leaned down and pressed a longer kiss onto your lips, the two of you simply revelling in the taste of one another, lips and tongues languidly moving in tandem. When you pulled away he quickly washed his hair as you finished your tea, before standing and wrapping himself in a towel around the waist and draining the pink-tinted water, pulling faces at you in the mirror as you brushed your teeth in silence. Finally you fell into bed together, exhaustion creeping up on you as he wrapped you in his arms, kissing your head and holding you impossibly tight. ‘I love you’ whispered into the dark of the room as shadows settled around you.

When you woke, your legs were tangled in Azriel’s and you felt like a weight was lifted off you. You forgot the effect Azriel had on you when it came to sleep, he had a way of lulling you into a deep sleep that woke you up feeling better than ever and fully rested. You craned your head up to see Azriel still asleep, his face more restful than you remembered, the furrow between his brow smoothed and you couldn’t resist tracing it with your thumb as you admired him.

“Watching me sleep again?” You almost jumped at his gruff morning voice, but just huffed a laugh.

“Someone has to witness this beauty and I’m not big on sharing so…” You trailed off and he cracked an eye open, gaze filled with love. You leaned up and kissed him, neither of you caring about morning breath as you finally spent much needed time together again.

“I need to go see Rhys today, let him in on everything.” He whispered when you pulled away, resting you head on his chest.

“Not quite yet though,” you muttered.

“No, not quite yet.”

You woke for a second time a couple hours later as Azriel returned from the bathroom, slinging an arm over your waist, and pressing his chest to your back as he burrowed himself back under the covers and into the safe haven the two of you had created. He started leaving soft kisses down from under your ear and along your neck, moving over you shoulder with a soft hum as you drew patterns on his arms, clutching his hands in yours as you pressed them into your chest, against your heart.

You opened your eyes to look around the room and saw Azriel had opened your curtains, the light muted due to the fact there was snow falling outside, muffling all sounds except the ones created in your home, the soft whispers of Azriel’s kisses and your gentle breaths. You watched as a robin landed on a branch outside your windowsill, a small twig clutched in its beak. Such a small twig would go on to create a home for this bird, alike the small romance that had bloomed your and Azriel’s deep, unending love, turning the cold house you had been in the night before into the warm home you were in now.

“We should do some baking today,” you whispered to him, “maybe gingerbread.”

“Apple pie,” he muttered, his face buried in your neck.

“Isn’t that a bit on the nose?”

“I love apple pie,”

“What about Rhubarb crumble and homemade custard?” you asked, stifling a laugh at the pout you could practically hear from Azriel.

“Mmm you’re a genius.” He whispered, pressing a longer kiss into the crook of your neck.

“I know it’s a curse.”

“Not just yet though,” he repeated your words from earlier and you smiled.

“No, not just yet.”

#acofas #acomaf #acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #acowar #acofs #acosf #rhysand

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babygirl-diaz · 3 years

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Hi, if you’re still looking for jealous Bucky promts. What if Sam is dating this guy, ( Sam thinks Bucky isn’t into him ( he very much is Sam is just oblivious)so he’s giving this guy a shot), and the guy seems all sweet and nice but the minute Sam isn’t around the guy teases Bucky ( in like a I got him when you couldn’t kind of way) and Bucky is just pining and stressed cause why is Sam with this dick instead of Bucky. Does that make sense? I’m not sure this prompt makes sense.

((First of all, so sorry for taking so long to write this. I was going through a writer's block. Second of all, this doesn't totally follow the prompt but I still hope you like it, anon!!))

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“You need to back off.”

Bucky stops short of drinking his beer when he hears Aaron Blake, aka Sam’s new boyfriend, finally say something. They were hanging out at the bar Bucky worked at because Sam wanted his “two favorite boys” to get to know each other and spend some “quality time” together. Sam ended up having to take a call from Torres, so he was currently pacing outside while talking to the young man.

“Excuse me?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at the sharply dressed man.

“I know how you feel about Sam, Barnes,” said Blake. “And I need you to back off.”

To say Bucky was taken aback by Blake’s statement would be an understatement. He thought he hid his feelings for Sam well, but maybe he didn’t. If it was obvious to Aaron who Bucky had only met twice, then does that mean that Sam knew too? Bucky looked over at the window from where he could see Sam talking on the phone, his smile wide and bright as always.

“What? You got nothing to say for yourself?”

Bucky brought his attention back to Blake, who just glared at him. “Look, man, you had your chance. You’ve known Sam for more than half a decade and you never made a move which is on you. Now that he’s with me, you gotta let him be. Just back off.”

Bucky stayed quiet for a few moments, and just swished the beer around in its bottle. “And if I don’t?” He asked slowly. Challenge clear in his voice. He looked up to find Blake still glaring at him with those chocolate brown eyes of his.

“Then I’ll tell him how you feel about him…” That wasn’t a threat. It was a clear warning. .

“What?” All the confident facade Bucky was keeping up until now just faded away.

“And you know what will happen if I do,” Blake continued. “He will break all ties with you. You know what, that would be the best-case scenario for me. Maybe I should just tell him. That way he kicks you outta his life forever.”

Bucky’s grip tightened around the beer bottle. He was just about ready to break the bottle over Aaron Blake’s head. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Wouldn’t I?” Blake scoffed. “I love this man with all my heart--”

“So you’re gonna create a wedge between him and his best friend?” Bucky asked, looking up at Blake.

“I don’t want to,” replied Blake. “Your friendship means the world to Sam. He talks about you all the time to the point where I once wondered if he had feelings for you.”

Bucky perked up at that. Could it be? Could there be a smidge of a chance that Sam felt the same way about him?

“Don’t look so hopeful, man,” Blake huffed. “He doesn’t feel the same way. He made that quite clear.”

Bucky felt his heart break at the response. Part of him already knew that Sam didn’t feel the same way, but another part of him always held out hope that maybe there was a chance.

“Look, Bucky, you’re a great guy and I don’t wanna have to ruin your friendship with Sam. So just hear me out and back off. He is my boyfriend. You are just his best friend, that’s all.”

Bucky said nothing after that. He finished his beer and just scowled at Blake in return.

“Everything okay?” Sam returned after what seemed like hours. Bucky was sure that the tension between him and Blake was so palpable that you could cut through it with a knife.

“Lisa needs me to start my shift early so I gotta go.” Bucky refused to look at Sam as he got off his barstool and made his way to the back of the bar.

He could feel Sam’s eyes on the back of his head, but he refused to look at him.

Of course, his boss didn’t need him for an early shift, but he charmed her into giving him one. She could obviously tell something was wrong, but she thankfully didn’t ask.

Sam and Blake stayed at the bar for hours, but Bucky made it a point to ignore them. They just looked so happy together and Bucky couldn’t stand it.

Bucky wasn’t sure why Sam was with this asshole. Blake was nice on the outside, but once you got to know him, he showed his true colors. But then again, maybe he wasn’t that way with Sam. Maybe he treated Sam right. Bucky could only hope that he did.

It was almost the end of his shift and almost closing time, but Sam and Blake were still at the bar, much to his surprise.

Soon Aaron got up, gave Sam a long, deep kiss, and left but not before throwing a smirk Bucky’s way. Asshole.

Bucky frowned when Sam made his way to him at the bar and sat down on the stool right in front of him.

“So what’s up?” Sam asked.

Bucky kept cleaning the glasses, although they were spotless. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t like Aaron?”

“Why wouldn’t I like Blake?” Bucky practically snarled his name.

“Well, for one, you call him Blake instead of Aaron,” Sam pointed out. “And two, you just said his name like he was an offending piece of gum on your shoe.”

Maybe because he was. Bucky wanted to say but held himself back. “Why is it so important for you I like him?”

“Because you’re my best friend and he’s my boyfriend and I want you to get along.”

“Well, you can’t always get what you want,” Bucky huffed and turned away from Sam.

“Buck…”

Bucky could hear the desperation in Sam’s voice, but he ignored it.

“Just go home, Sam. I’ll be there soon.”

“No, I’m leaving with you and we’re talking about this.”

“No, we’re not,” Bucky replied stubbornly. “Now leave, Sam. I don’t have time for this.”

“No!” Sam was as stubborn as him. “I am not going anywhere. What is wrong? Talk to me.”

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend?”

“I did!” Sam sounded exasperated. “But he said to ask you.”

“Well, I’m telling you to ask him,” Bucky replied and tried to walk away but felt a hand on his flesh arm.

He looked up to find Sam glaring at him. “Don’t mess with me, Buck,” Sam warned. “Tell me, why don’t you like Aaron?”

Bucky easily pulled his arm out of Sam’s grip and moved around the counter to wake up the few drunkards who were left at the bar. “Come on, man, time to leave,” he told the last man and kicked him out before shutting the door behind him.

Sam was standing by the bar, watching him.

“Let me just clean up, then we can leave,” Bucky said, changing the subject. He took the last of the glasses and placed them on the counter.

“Did he do something?” Sam asked. “Or say something? He can be a bit--”

“Of an asshole? I agree,” Bucky scoffed as he started cleaning the bar.

“--opinionated,” Sam gave Bucky a pointed look, but it didn’t deter him. “But he’s a nice person. And he is most definitely not an asshole.”

“Says you.” Bucky knew he sounded like a child right now, but he didn’t care.

“What exactly did he do?” Sam threw his hands up in exasperation and got closer to Bucky.

“He said that he was going to break our friendship!” Bucky threw the rag on the bar and turned to Sam.

“And why would he do that, huh?” Sam asked. “What reason could he possibly have for breaking our friendship?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” Bucky yelled.

“Well, I’m asking you!” Sam yelled back and grabbed Bucky’s arm again.

“BECAUSE HE KNOWS I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” Before Sam even had a chance to react, Bucky pressed him against the bar and kissed him. It was a brief kiss, tender kiss, in contrast to their heated argument. It didn’t pass Bucky’s notice that Sam didn’t kiss him back, so he let him go and stepped back.

“Buck…” Sam looked shell-shocked as he touched his lips.

“Well, there it is. I love you, Sam,” he said with a shrug.

“I--” Sam started to say but Bucky interrupted him.

“You don’t. I know.” Bucky turned around to leave when Sam’s voice stopped him.

“I used to,” is what he said.

Buck whirled on him and saw Sam standing there with a sad look on his face that broke Bucky’s heart even more.

“It took me a long time to get over you, Buck. So you don’t get to drop this on me! Not now! Not when I’m with someone else,” Sam said, getting angry once again. With that, he picked up his jacket and stormed out of the bar.

“Sam!” Bucky called out, but the other man did not stop.

When Bucky finally got home, he found the apartment empty. No sign of Sam anywhere. Bucky would have panicked if he didn’t already know where Sam might have gone.

He angrily threw his jacket aside and slid down the wall, letting his tears finally flow. Looks like he didn’t need Blake to do it. He had ruined everything with Sam himself.

#SamBucky #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #fanfiction #aashnas drabble

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Discovering Hyrule

So just what was Hyrule like when the chain stumbled upon him in his natural habitat? Well read and find out. Did someone ask for bad ass Hyrule? No? Well too bad you’re getting it today.

I like to dedicate this to the lovely @vengeful-sock for always being there for me and always being willing to listen to my rambles.

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Start Here: They stuck out like a sore thumb, Link thought to himself as he watched the three men walk through town. They were dressed strangely and they were all together too clean, making them completely at odds with the town they strolled through. One was tall with odd markings on his face and wore very nice and shiny armor. The other who was slightly shorter sported what looked like a rather nice animal pelt around his shoulders. The last, well that white cape would have drawn anyone’s eye but the large gem that clasped the cape around his neck certainly wasn’t helping.

They were already drawing the eyes of the hardened townsfolk and Link could see the avarice that burned like coals deep in their eyes. The three men didn’t seem to notice however and simply continued to go about their day. They simply talked amongst themselves in hushed tones and went about buying potions and other supplies that hinted at adventure, completely oblivious or maybe indifferent to the various gazes that clung to their backs. Link kept his eye on the group too, though it was more out of curiosity and concern rather than greed. They were certainly odd characters to be sure. His guess was that they were some kind of nobility playing at being adventurers, though he had never seen them whenever he would visit Zelda. He supposed it wasn’t out of the question that they came from a neighboring Kingdom but he had his doubts.

Link tugged the hood of his cloak over his face and sipped at a bowl of thin broth and half wilted vegetables he cradled in his hands as they passed by. They were muttering something about finding the hero of this land and he smirked. He must be quite popular if nobles from other Kingdoms were looking for him. He took another long sip from his bowl, too bad they wouldn’t find him. He was quite adept at avoiding unwanted attention especially from a group of odd men looking to find him. If he could hide from monsters that called for his blood, and the various thugs that wanted his head as a trophy these guys were shit out of luck. He felt a twinge of apprehension pinch at his gut at the idea of just avoiding the group all together however. The whole situation was odd and he didn’t care for it one bit, but he had to admit he was curious.

He blinked away the steam from his eyes and slurped the rest of the thin soup down before he stowed the bowl away in his pack and dropped a few rupees on the merchant’s cart. Then he was away, following the three hopeless men at a distance. As much as he wanted to leave them to their own devices, he knew he would feel terrible if he heard that anything happened to them. He didn’t know why, it wasn’t like they were his responsibility but still the feeling clung to him.

‘What if they need my help?’ He thought to himself as he kept his eyes down as he walked. He slowed his pace just a smidge, making sure he blended in with the half starved and filthy townsfolk that bustled about their day, unwilling to call attention to himself just yet. Even though he had just got into town he was already ready to leave, in fact he was on his way out of town when he had spotted the strange men walking down the lane. He had to admit that when he saw them his curiosity had been peaked, and it appeared he hadn’t been the only one. As he meandered along he noticed that it wasn’t just him that was following the group. A quick glance to the side granted him the sight of one of Brutus’s boys following at a pace on the other side of the lane. He looked casual enough, but Link could tell what he was up to.

He tugged on the edge of his hood, making sure it was well and truly covering his face as he quickened his steps. The group was still dawdling around the different street vendors and he noted how they seemed to have bottomless rupee bags. He grimaced at them, were they just clueless or were they stupid? Could they not notice the eyes on them?

“Stupid nobles,” Link grumbled to himself, they were going to get themselves mugged at this rate and he severely doubted they knew how to even use those swords they had strapped to their backs.

Link watched as they were in the process of putting away some fresh bread they had just bought when he spotted the rest of the local thugs. Just ahead of the group there were two other men, both with their heads down and hulking and all together not the people he wanted to see. They were a part of Brutus’s crew alright, if the dull red cloaks they wore were any indication of their alliance.

The way they were standing shoulder to shoulder, blocking the way of the odd group only meant one thing. Any doubt he might have had about what the men had planned was erased when out of the corner of his eye he watched as the other man quickly crossed the lane and grabbed the man in with the white cape. In a blink all three men were bundled into the alley way just past a clothing stall. Link let out a small curse and jogged forwards to the mouth of the alley way with renewed urgency.

“What is this all about?” Link heard the man with the fancy armor ask as he rounded the opening of the alleyway. The tone of voice commanded respect, though it didn’t seem to faze the three brutes. Still Link was taken aback. The voice hadn’t been haughty, but instead firm and rough like he was used to ordering around a band of rowdy soldiers. The command hung in his chest like a weight and it wasn’t even leveled at him. He blinked in surprise, he had not expected that sort of militaristic tone to come from a noble, so maybe this ‘noble’ was in fact a soldier? A warrior perhaps? Either way it was clear he was clueless of the situation he found himself in.

Link was about to call out when one of the more burly of the muggers laughed and drew a blade. Before any of them could react he slammed the man in the fur pelt against the wall of the alley and pressed the edge of the knife into the soft flesh of his throat. Blood trickled ever so slightly from the place where the knife sat and it felt like the world was holding its breath. This was not good.

“That’s a nice fur you got there, I think it would suit me nicely,” The brute said blatantly ignoring the other man’s question as he eyed the pelt on the man’s back. The man in question bared his teeth like a beast but the hulking thug just smiled and dug the knife just a touch deeper into his throat.

“None of you move or I’ll have Garret here slice his throat,” the cloaked figure that grasped the man in the white cape said and Link could tell he was grinning under the hood. The other two travelers nodded quickly and raised their hands so they were in plain view.

“So what, you just want our stuff?” The man pressed against the wall asked with an incredulous laugh and Link noticed the way all three of the odd travelers looked at each other. They seemed confused, and maybe a bit relieved? But that didn’t make any sense. Link felt his confusion building to a fevered pitch and before he could stop himself he found himself responding to the man’s question himself.

“I thought that was fairly obvious,” Link said quietly and was rewarded with six sets of eyes looking at him. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of their stares and grasped the handle of his sword just a bit tighter. He let out a light cough and straightened before he addressed the group at large.

“Hello there, I’ll give you a few seconds to get that knife away from his throat. If you’re quick about it I may even let you keep your dignity,” Link said cheerily from beneath his hood, shifting slightly so that his smile flashed from it’s depths. There was a pause, where no one seemed to know what to do and Link waited. He watched as it seemed his words finally broke through the surprise of the pseudo leader of the muggers as he finally turned to face him fully.

“Oh, it’s you,” The man sneered and Link offered him a small wave.

“You are correct, now, please let them be on their way,” He said and frowned when the three men began to laugh loudly. Link pursed his lips and nodded, letting his hand fall away from his sword and joining in with the laughter. He quickly scanned the faces of the three travelers, letting his eyes meet with the taller traveler before he gave a curt nod.

“And what makes you think we have to do a damn thing you say? Now get out of here now and maybe we won’t tell Brutus that you snuck back into town,” He said and Link felt his heart race in anticipation. He watched as the taller man shifted ever so slightly so he was closer to the knife wielding mugger.

“So does this mean you’re not going to let them go?” He asked and was answered by more derisive laughter.

“So be it,” Link muttered and in one smooth motion he dashed forwards quicker than blinking and reached up, grabbing the man’s wrist who was holding the knife and twisted. The knife fell to the ground with a clatter and the brute let out a yelp of pain, then all Hell broke loose.

As soon as the knife had been dropped, the man who had been pinned to the wall lunged forwards like a wild animal and tackled the person holding on to the man in the white cape. Link felt an arm snake around his neck and he was hauled backwards off his feet. His hands flew up to the arm that was now choking off his airway and he grunted. He tried to bring up his legs and kick off the wall but the thug must have stepped back because he felt nothing but air.

The man holding him only managed a couple steps backwards when he was stopped by the taller man with the shiny armor. Link watched out of the corner of his eye as the traveler grabbed the arm that was compressing his airway and pulled it away causing him to drop to the ground. Link sucked in a grateful breath before he got swiftly to his feet again and scanned the alley for the last man but he was nowhere to be seen. That would be a problem. He didn’t dwell on it too long before he spun around hands raised and magic flaring to face the others and saw that the remaining men had already been taken care of. The scuffle had barely lasted a minute, which he had to admit was impressive. He had not expected them to hold their own so well. He blinked, letting his hands fall to his sides as he looked at each of the odd travelers in turn. They all looked okay for the most part besides some bruises and the one slice on the feral man’s throat.

“Who are you people? There’s no way you’re from around here and I doubt you’re nobility from a surrounding Kingdom,” He asked quickly as he moved forwards and began unclasping the cloaks from around the unconscious men on the ground.

“Nobility?” The one with the fur pelt choked out and Link watched as he smacked the man with the armor on the arm. The man with the armor let out a deep laugh of his own and Link felt like he was being made fun of. He pointedly ignored them and turned back to the task at hand.

He had a hard time getting the cloak off one of the downed men and he shot a look up to the man with the white cape and gestured for him to help. He seemed to know what Link wanted and he hurried forward and helped pull the cloaks free from both of the unconscious thugs.

“Uh we are, well it’s sort of a long story,” The man in the white cape said and offered him a small smile. Link eyed him up and down and threw the cloak at him.

“Put this on,” he said quickly before he turned to the other man with the fancy armor and repeated the action.

“You too, you guys stick out like a sore thumb.” He said as he dusted the dirt off his pants and eyed the last man. Blood was collecting around his collar, and he seemed a bit pale around the eyes, though he was putting in a good effort at hiding his discomfort. Link moved forward and grabbed at his water skin and handed it over to him.

“Are you alright? You look a little pale,” Link asked as he moved a bit closer to get a better look at the cut on his throat.

“I’ll be alright, thank you for the assist,” He said in between gulps of water. Link nodded towards him and turned to face the others.

“Quickly now, explain,” He snapped and waited impatiently for the answer.

“Quick answer is that we are the Heroes of Hyrule from the past and future on a mission from Hylia. We don’t know exactly what the mission is yet but we assume, at this moment we are looking for the hero of this era, or at least that is what the sword on Sky’s back says.” The man with the odd markings said quickly as he pulled the hood over his head and crossed his arms. Link didn’t know what to say to that information, and honestly he was not expecting that whopper of a tale.

They were looking for the hero, to join a quest that they didn’t even know all the details for? Why? His mind was filled with a whirlwind of questions and he didn’t even know where to start. One thing was for sure though, this whole thing reeked of a trap in the making and he wasn’t liking the idea of joining. Not without more information first and even then that was still debatable. He opened and closed his mouth for a moment as he tried to figure out just what he wanted to ask first.

“Who is Sky?” Link shook his head, out of all the questions that was the one he asked first? The three other’s blinked and looked at each other. Clearly they hadn’t been thinking about that question either.

“Oh, uh, well my name is Sky“ The one with the white cape answered. Then he pointed to the armored man, “his name is Time and that,” He said with a quick gesture to the man with the pelt, “...Is Twilight.” He finished and each of them gave him a nod as confirmation.

“Those are strange names, but we really don’t have time for that now. We have to get out of here. You guys have drawn way too much attention to yourselves,” Link said curtly as he jogged to the opening of the alley and peered around the corner. He didn’t see anyone actively looking for them but he was sure that wouldn’t last long.

He eyed the cart of cloaks next to the alley way and snagged a dark green cloak from the rack. He paused and dug through his meager rupee pouch and tossed what he hoped would be enough on the counter top. He was loathed to steal anything from the townsfolk. They were all struggling and he rather himself missed a few meals than have the shop keep suffering for his selfish choice.

He jogged back to the group and tossed the newly dubbed Twilight the cloak. He put it on without any prompting and drew the hood up around his head. Deeming them good enough to sneak out he gestured for them to follow and they made their way back to the lane.

“Slouch your shoulders and stop looking around so much,” Link hissed to them as they hurried their way to the town’s gate. Even with the cloaks it still appeared that they stuck out. They stood too tall, walked with a gate that spoke of authority and were all together too curious.

“Honestly you’re supposed to be heroes. Didn’t you have to, I don’t know, blend in? Sneak around? At least be the slightest bit aware of your surroundings?” Link grumbled as he physically grabbed Sky’s hood and forced him to look down.

“Who are you? Why are you so keen to help us?” Twilight grumbled from behind them and Link spared him a look.

“Just a hermit, a traveler if you will. I just… Don’t like the idea that Brutus’s goons were going after more people is all,” It wasn’t completely a lie, he reasoned as he bowed his head a bit lower. He could feel the stares on him and it made him nervous. He didn’t like all the attention on him. Tugging his cloak tighter around him he stepped up his pace and didn’t look back.

Finally the town gate was in sight and Link could have skipped with joy. They were nearly there, just a few more yards and they could put the town behind them and then he could slip away and be done with this mess.

“Oh HERO, where do you think you’re going?” A heavy voice called after him and Link stiffened before slowing to a stop. He bent his head forward as he heard the rag tag group stop as well, and turned to look at him. He closed his eyes for a moment before he straightened and turned to face the much larger man.

“Brutus,” He said in a clipped tone, pointedly ignoring the stares of the others that were now boring into him. So much for keeping who he was a secret. Brutus sauntered towards him and Link took a slow step back, making sure to give himself enough room to work. Brutus, unlike the thin and hard eyed townsfolk, was a burly man. He was clearly well fed and used to getting what he wanted and it stuck in Link’s craw. He had risen to infamy in the town about a year ago after he managed to usurp the other more prominent gang that had once called this little town their own. Ever since then he had made it a point to show off at any chance he got. He would strut around in blood red cloaks and demand the merchants give him whatever he wanted. The few that had fought back were found dead in their beds the next day.

Link had kept his eye on him since then, and had only allowed Brutus to remain when the townsfolk practically begged him to stay out of the situation. It had bothered him greatly but no matter how much he tried to change their minds he was always told to stay out of it. So he had respected their wishes, but had made it a point that whenever he was in town he would pay more rupees for goods as well as cause trouble to the thugs when he saw them bullying the merchants. Naturally this had garnered Brutus’s attention and they had their fair share of scuffles and earned a bounty on his head.

“Did you ever find that tooth of yours?” Link asked casually and was graced with a sneer. Even from this distance he could see the black hole where one of Brutus’s front teeth had once been. Link felt a smile creep unbidden across his face. He remembered the scuffle fondly, even though he got a knife to the ribs he had still gotten his fair share of hits in.

“I still owe you for that. I think your head would be a fair trade off,” Brutus said and Link let out a belly laugh.

“I would love to see you try,” He scoffed, pleased at the red flush that colored the larger man’s cheeks. He really shouldn’t be snarking off at the brute, but he found he couldn’t help it. The man annoyed him and he could do with a knocking down of a few pegs.

“Sadly today is not the day Brutus, I have things to attend to,” Link dismissed and turned to usher the others who were staring at him wide eyed. He offered them a nod and began to stride away when he heard footsteps running up behind him. Sensing danger, Link ducked and felt the wind of a sword swipe over top of his head. Before he could turn around he heard the screech of metal screeching against metal and he turned around to see a green cloak blocking his view of the larger man. He stood quickly and looked on in amazement as the feral man, Twilight snarled and pushed back against Brutus’s sword with his own.

“How dare you, attacking when your opponent's back is turned,” Twilight snarled and forced the man back a few steps before breaking his sword away from where it was locked with Brutus’s.

“What is the runt to you? Some sort of bastard child of yours?” Brutus snarled and Link could see the way Twilight bristled at the insult.

“He is the hero of Hyrule, show some respect,” Twilight growled and Brutus squinted his eyes.

“Respect for that pitiful waste? He should feel honored to be in my presence!” Brutus said as he brandished his sword once again. Twilight readied his own blade, ready to go on the attack once more but this time Link was the faster one. He stepped smoothly in front of Twilight and with power booming through his veins summoned one of his more powerful spells. There were bursts of white hot light and the smell of fresh ozone as the bolts of lightning thundered around the brute effectively breaking up the scuffle. Link grit his teeth and continued the barrage until Brutus made a hasty retreat as the bolts continued to strike the browned earth around him.

“Enough!” Link shouted as he let the magic go, satisfied with the distance he created between Brutus and the others. He straightened and let his hand fall. He could taste the copper tang of electricity that still hung in the air around him. He felt slightly breathless at the display he had just released and he worked on steadying his breaths. He could feel a tremor starting to build in his muscles and he clutched his hands in order to slow the trembling that was building in his arms before he addressed the other man. It wouldn’t do to show weakness now, not with so many eyes on him.

“Please, Brutus, I don’t wish to harm you, but I will if I must. Go now and leave us be,” Link called out to the hulking brute and threw a gesture out to the group behind him, signaling them to continue on. Link placed a hand on Twilight’s shoulder and squeezed until the other hero sheathed his sword and stalked away to follow the others. He held Brutus’s wide eyed, terrified gaze and couldn’t stop the pang of guilt that zinged through his heart. He didn’t care for the man but that didn’t mean he wanted the other dead, even if the feeling wasn’t shared. He let his eyes fall away from him and turned to follow the others out of town. He could hear stuttered insults and threats coming from behind him but he paid them no mind.

Link worked at keeping his gait steady as he made to catch up with the three others. He had really used too much magic just then but he didn’t want to show it. He could feel the tell tale ache in his muscles that spoke of the strain he just put on his magic stores and he hoped that it wasn’t too obvious. As it was, Link barely noticed that the others had slowed to a stop to wait for him until he almost ran into them. He could feel their eyes on him and he struggled not to look away.

“Were you really going to strike that man with lightning?” The man named Time asked him incredulously as he pulled his hood down. Link grimaced and shook his head slowly, inwardly wincing at the poor impression he must have given them.

“And waste my magic on a thug like Brutus? It’s not worth my time. Now put your hood back on and let’s get out of here. There are too many eyes watching us still and they will follow. We have to lose them.” Link said as he tried his best to play off the question and keep the others moving. He didn’t look behind him to check if they were following, choosing to trust that they would.

They walked for a little while until Link found a cave that he deemed hidden enough to make sure no one from the small town would find them and made a small fire to rest by. Link watched as the other three men removed their cloaks and settled down for the night. He still hadn’t removed his own, not wanted to get too comfortable in case this all turned out to be an elaborate trick.

“So I suppose you have questions, where would you like to start?” Link asked after everyone had sat for a little while. He looked at them all in turn and waited for someone to ask the question he was sure to be coming.

“The man from the town said you were the hero, is this true?” Time asked as he held Link’s gaze.

“That is correct, I am the hero,” Link answered in the affirmative and waited.

“Well that makes things easier,” Sky said happily as he pulled the bread he had bought from the merchant in town. Link felt his stomach twist painfully at the scent and he prayed that his stomach wouldn’t growl. He watched as the other man ripped off a large piece and offered it to him. Link blinked in surprise, no one had ever tried to share food with him.

“But that’s, no I couldn’t,” Link stammered out quickly even as his stomach growled angrily at his own refusal of the proffered meal. Sky offered him a warm smile and only continued to hold the bread out to him.

“Don’t be silly! There is more than enough to go around, and after you helped us out in that alley it is the least we can do,” He said and to Link’s surprise the other two nodded before offering him provisions from their own packs. Link could feel his mouth water at the promise of more food and he could feel the tremors from over exertion beginning to ramp up. He forced himself to breathe and shuffled back a little.

“Honestly, I’m fine,” He said stubbornly, still refusing the food that he was offered. He couldn’t trust it, he had learned long ago to never accept gifts from strangers and as much as he wanted to he had to be strong now.

“Please, continue with your questions,” He said pointedly and watched as they slowly put their food away.

“Alright, please let me know if this is rude but I must know, what happened to the land? It looks rather…” Sky trailed off and Link nodded, there it was. He knew it would come up eventually. He could guess by their full cheeks and general healthy appearance that they probably didn’t have to go many days without a meal.

“This land, these people, have been through a lot as you might have guessed. We are still trying to get back on our feet so to speak. Gannon and his followers have not been kind.” Link said slowly and found that he had a hard time lifting his eyes away from his hands that were knitted tightly in his lap. He didn’t want to see the looks on their faces. If what they said was true, and they were heroes from Hyrule at different points in time they must be ashamed of what had been done to this land. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and raised his eyes to meet theirs.

“We are a strong people, we will be okay and the land will heal.” He said firmly, lifting his head in defiance. He was startled at the sudden wave of anger that was washing through him. He could only imagine what they were thinking. Disappointment, disgust maybe even shame for what he had allowed to happen to their home. Well they could think what they will, he loved this land he called home, no matter it’s flaws and scars. There was still beauty to be found here, tucked away in corners and hiding in plain sight, all you had to do was look. Even now Link could see the land healing, growing and thriving despite the harm done to it.

“I have no doubt in your abilities and the strength of these people to grow and thrive. The strength and resolve in your voice is conviction enough and I know you will succeed.” Time said from his place by the fire and was joined by proud smiles and nods from the other two. Link felt a smile creep onto his face, he felt honored in a way. Even if this proved to be some elaborate trap in the making he was willing to accept their compliments.

“I am curious, you say you are heroes from other eras. Tell me how did you get here?” Link asked, crossing his arms over his chest and waited.

“A portal brought us here,” Sky answered and continued quickly, apparently knowing what Link was about to ask next. “And no, we don’t truly know why we are here besides knowing that we needed to find the hero of this time. Though we have noticed one common factor.” He said, glancing at the two men he sat beside.

“That being?” Link prompted, and watched as the three of them shared a brief nod.

“That being a rise in monster activity,” Sky said slowly and Link felt his eyebrow beginning to rise despite himself.

“That’s it? That’s all you have?” He asked incredulously and was graced with shrugs and half hearted ‘yeahs’.

“There has to be more than that,” He said and was once again met with more shrugs.

“Unfortunately that’s all we have,” Twilight said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Link couldn’t help it, he let out a disbelieving snort before he could stop himself.

“And you want me to join? You guys can see how suspicious this sounds right? What makes you think I’m going to join this, whatever this is just because there’s slightly more monsters about?” Link asked and this time was met with a rueful smile spreading across Sky’s face.

“I don’t think you’ll have a choice in that matter. I saw that portal for a week straight and refused to go through it until finally, kind of just… Pulled me in,” Sky said and Link felt himself slump against the wall of the cave suddenly very tired. He pressed his fingers against his temples and squeezed his eyes shut. This whole situation made him want to sleep for the next century, though he couldn’t deny he was the least bit curious to see what new places he would discover. After a moment he let out a sigh and opened his eyes.

“Alright, I guess I’ll need a name. I assume Link won’t cut it considering you all have nicknames,” Link said and judging on the looks he was getting he knew he was right. He watched as Sky leaned back and tilted his head to the side as if he were listening to something. After a second he gave a nod and smiled warmly at him.

“Looks like your name is Hyrule. Welcome to the fold.” Sky said with a chuckle and stretched his hand out for him to shake. He eyed the hand thoughtfully before taking it and felt a tingle of magic flood through the contact. He pulled his hand away quickly and stared at his palm expecting to see a mark left behind on his hand but saw nothing. He wiped the feeling away on his tunic and nodded slowly.

“Now that that is out of the way, I think we need to get something out of the way,” Twilight said and Link offered him a quizzical stare. Twilight dug through his pack and once again offered him some of his food.

“Eat, I know you’re hungry. Don’t try to deny it.” He said sternly and this time Hyrule accepted the offer, though he didn’t take a bite until Twilight gave him a knowing look and took a bite of his own food. The others were quick to pull out their own meals then and they all tucked into their dinner in silence, all of them lost in thought. He chewed the bread and didn’t miss how both Time and Sky were quick to share their own meals with him. This time he accepted the offers gratefully, he didn’t want to admit it to the others but he was starving. They ate in peace for a while and even though he knew he probably wasn’t going to sleep tonight he had to admit it was nice to share a meal with others for once.

#linked universe #hyrule linked universe #the chain meets #twilight linked universe #time linked universe #sky linked universe #linkeduniverse #bad ass hyrule #the sheikah writes #legend of zelda #linked universe fanfic #my fanfic writing

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Quiet- Oliver Wood x Female Reader

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Summary: You have been the chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team for about a year now and were what everyone would call a ‘quiet brute’ you were fast and silent. For the past year both you and Oliver grew feelings for each other, but Oliver didn’t think you had felt the same. Until one day when Slytherin cheats during a match and you reveal why you have been quiet for so long

Kody: Let’s see if i can capture the Oliver Wood we know. i’m am also fully aware that the timing will not fit in well, but it’s fanfiction so like lmao. I watched every single quidditch scene for this bullshit lol and i still don’t get it so bare with me please.

House: Gryffindor

Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, Marcus Flint, Slytherin slander, (jkjkjk) a smidge of angst

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Tap!

you open your eyes and snap your head towards the sound. Eyes stopping your window. An owl was tapping its beak against the glass pane. It was so early, who would send a letter this early? Sitting up from the bed and throwing your legs off, you walk towards the feathery companion.

reaching for the latch, you unhook and push it open. The owl stepped off of your windowsill and onto the desk right under the ledge. You plop down onto the seat and reach for the letter in its mouth. The owl drops the letter in your hand. You rip off the wax seal and grab the folded piece of paper in the envelope.

unfolding it you see a familiar name written at the bottom ‘Oliver Wood’ the captain of your quidditch team. The wizard you had known for a year and had a small- well large infatuation with. You cracked a small smile before reading the contents of the letter.

‘Dear Y/n, since we are playing against Slytherin tomorrow and they are our biggest rivals i want add an early morning practice today, hence the letter now. This extra training will help, i promise. Once you receive this letter head to the Gryffindor common room. With l- Sincerely Oliver.’

you sigh deeply. Not being a morning person meant you hated getting up early in general, but you couldn’t do much about it. So you go over to your dresser and grabbed some clothes suitable to practice in. It’s been cold outside recently so you needed to cover up.

you slip on your quidditch sweater that had your number and name on the back, your black quidditch pants, and your gloves as well. As you lace up your boots you sit on your bed so you wouldn’t fall over. Once you were finished you stand up straight, reaching for your wand on your nightstand.

you slip it into your belt loop even though you plan on putting it in the locker that was in the changing rooms later anyway. Once your all set you open your dorm room door and make your way down the hall, passing a couple girls that unfortunately woke up as early as you.

as you reached the common room you saw your whole team sitting on the sofas or standing up. Angelina was the first to notice your presence “Y/n’s here. That’s all of us” she says, standing up from the couch. All eyes turn to look at you, making you advert your gaze to the fireplace.

lifting up your hand for a second, basically an introverted wave. “Not a morning person aye L/n?” Fred asks, pushing off the wall he was leaning on. You didn’t say anything and just shrug your shoulders in reply. “Alright, let’s head out” your captain, Oliver said, gesturing with his hand to the door.

the team replies with okays and such and you all begin to leave the common room. You let most of them walk out so you can be in the back, mostly so no one would try and talk to you. It was too early and you were too cranky for conversation right now- or ever really.

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as you all walked the halls, you didn’t notice the certain scottish boy slowly falling behind until he was standing next to you. You only noticed when he suddenly spoke “Sleep well?” he asked. You turn your head to look at him for a split second before back the other direction “Fine”

he nods once. You didn’t really give him much to go off of. Oliver made you more nervous than other people did, probably because of the crush you had on him. If only you knew he was exactly the same. “That’s good. Are you nervous about tomorrow's match? I sure know i am”

you shrug your shoulders once, not really knowing how to answer “A little.” you say, looking forward. You all were nearing the field now and everyone was going into the male and female locker rooms to get there brooms and such. Oliver was about to follow the other guys when you spoke again.

“I wouldn’t worry much, your a skilled keeper” you say, E/c eyes focused on your fingerless gloves on your hands. Before he could get a word in you follow Katie Bell into the locker rooms, leaving Oliver dumbfounded by your words. “Aw look at the young love. If only you weren’t a nervous wreck right?”

Oliver heard both twins snicker and laugh, causing him to become flustered “Both of you get your brooms” he snaps, before pushing pas the two of them.

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morning practice went well that day as well as afternoon practice. You were actually excited for the game tomorrow, which was a first. Maybe it’s because you wanted to see the look of despair as your team own the match. Either way, you couldn’t wait for the match to start

“Welcome back everyone to another exciting day of quidditch! Today Gryffindor is going against Slytherin for this seasons quidditch cup! Both teams are currently tied, so this game will for sure see who is the superior team! Now, let’s welcome our teams. First Slytherin!”

Lee Jordan’s voice boomed through the mic as the Slytherins roared for there team. You watched from the ground as the Slytherin team flew onto the field, throwing their hands in the air. You took a deep breath as they took positions “Alright we're up next guys. Mount your brooms!”

Oliver shouts before mounting his own broom, all of you doing the same. “Let’s welcome our Gryffindors!” Lee shouts and all of you took off into the air, making your way up. You stopped in front of the Slytherin team and assumed correct positions as Madam Hooch stands on the ground below us

“I want a clean match, ya hear me!? No magic and no wands, understood!?” she spoke, looking at both teams. Some of us nod while others just blink mindlessly. Madam Hooch kicks he box and the snitch and bludger are released. After a couple of seconds, she lifts up the quaffle from the box and holds it up.

you tighten your grip on your broom, ready to launch at the quaffle once she throws it. Hooch smiles before tossing the quaffle in the air, causing Lee to shout once more “And let the games begin!” you and Angelina dove in to grab the quaffle while Katie drew back, just in case it was tossed outside the ‘kill circle’ that was happening at the moment.

a Slytherin chaser managed to get ahold of it, so Katie flew after her. Katie catches up to her and pushes the quaffle from under her arm, causing her to drop it. You could see it fall a few feet in front of you and took that chance to attempt to catch it.

you hold out your hand and grab the quaffle “Yes!” you say excitedly to yourself before beginning to make your way to the hoops where the slytherin keeper awaited for you, Miles Bletchley. You throw the quaffle towards the hoop and it completely misses miles and went straight in.

“Y/n L/n scores ten points for Gryffindor!” Lee annonces, as the Gryffindors cheered your name while the Slytherin booed. Typical. You fly back as the quaffle lands in the middle again, this time Angelina goes after it.

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after about an eternity of playing, both teams were tied with 140 points each. Harry and Draco have been unable to catch snitch. It was exhausting, but you seemed to be going strong. That was until you saw Marcus Flint with the quaffle. He was heading towards your goal.

you see that Katie and Angelina are to busy being bombarded with bludger so you chased after Marcus. As you did so you watched as he uses his free hand to reach into his robe and grab his wand, he had most of it covered by his robe but you know what you saw.

Oliver, who was at the goal and ready to deflect Marcus’s throw was suddenly thrown back into the hoop and hit the metal bar. Marcus takes the opportunity to throw the quaffle into the hoop and scores “Another ten points for Slytherin and that’s 150 points. Slytherin wins!”

you feel your heart drop as Slytherin erupts in victorious cheers. It was almost as if you were on autopilot as you flew down to meet your team. All of you watched as the Slytherin team high hived each other. What a bunch of bloody cheaters.

“I swore i had that. This is all my fault” Oliver spoke, his face dropped into a sad expression. You feel as if you had been punched in the gut, your fists balling in anger. You drop your broom and shrug off your robe “Hey Flint!” you shout, catching his attention as well as his teammates.

“Well if it isn’t Gryffindor’s chaser. Came to congratulate us? How sweet” he holds his hand over his heart in mock sympathy and you swore you saw red. “Drop the act Flint. I know you cheated! I saw you pull out a wand! Which is against the rules!”

the shouting seemed to draw in Madam Hooch as well as a couple or Professors that were leaving the stands “What’s this shouting all about!” she says, placing her hands on her hips “Marcus Flint used a jinx on Oliver to win! I saw it! He has his wand in his robe!”

your teammates stood behind you, shocked by your outbursts. You only spoke about three words at a time and you were always so neutral. It was strange to say the least as you were fuming with anger. “I did not cheat! Your just being a sore loser and a bitch!” Marcus yelled back at you.

“What did he say!?”Oliver shouts, ready to knock Marcus out, but Fred and George hold him back. “Mr. Flint! There is no need for that language, now empty your pockets this instant!” Madam Hooch points to his robes as he turns a shade of white.

“B-But i didn’t do anything! She’s spewing nonsense just because her captain is incompetent!” Marcus blurts out as a last attempt. Oh he did not. “Listen here you sack of shit! Oliver is the best captain and just person in general that i’ve ever met. So much so that you had to cheat just to win!”

everyone is stunned into silence as you yelled, venom lacing each and everyone of your words. “Now Mr. Flint!” Madam Hooch repeats and you watch as Marcus pulls out his wand and hands it to her. She looks disappointed and shakes her head solemnly.

“What a disgrace to quidditch. Marcus Flint, you are hereby removed from the quidditch team and will serve two months in detention. Also, Gryffindor wins!” she shouts and all the Gryffindor students who remained shouted in happiness now they had gotten their rightful win.

Marcus crosses his arms and mutters another insult towards you. You walk up to him and punch him straight in the nose, causing him to fall back. With that, you walk off the field. You needed to calm down and couldn’t do it with all those people around shouting and yelling.

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you had avoided your team for the rest of the day, shameful of your outburst. You wondered if you would get in trouble for punching Marcus and the fact that you told half the school you thought Oliver Wood was the best person in the world, either way. You were fucked.

you were now making your way to your dorm so you could cram in some studying before bed. You wore a white t-shirt, a red and white flannel as well as baggy blue jeans. As you opened the door of your dorm a flash of light causes you to stumble abit as well as a bunch of colored paper? oh confetti.

“Thank you Y/n!” you hear multiple people yell. You quickly decipher each one as one of your teammates. As your vision cleared you saw Fred and George holding up a banner that said ‘Y/n is the best’ Angelina and Katie were holding baskets that were filled to the top with sweets.

Harry was holding a case of butterbeer with a kind smile on his face. Last. but not least Oliver stood in the middle with a bouquet of flowers. you felt your heart race a little more when your eyes met “Um- Hi” you spoke shyly and began to fiddle with the sleeve of your flannel.

“You didn’t tell us you had that fire in you Y/n!” George shouts out of nowhere, his twin nodding in agreement “Wicked” Fred says in agreement. You just shrugged your shoulders “Uh- Thanks?” you said, unsure of what the both of them meant.

“yeah, you definitely put Marcus Flint in his place. Even Draco Malfoy apologized to us. It was insane, you should of been there!” Angelina exclaims, placing her basket of sweets on the ground of your room “You avoided us yesterday, why?” Katie asked, everyone's heads perking up.

you sigh deeply and figured you owed them some sort of explanation “I’m just really socially awkward i guess. My uh- my parents died when i was like nine in some freak potions accident with Luna Lovegood’s mom. So Xenophilius Lovegood took me in. I was mute for awhile, so talking is just hard i suppose?”

the girls faces drop as well as Olivers. Who knew your silence came with such a dark reason. “Sorry- did i ruin the mood?” you ask and they all immediately shake their heads “No, of course not! Anyway, we wanted to thank you for calling Marcus out and basically handing us the win.” Oliver spoke, taking a step towards you.

“Also for sticking up for me. I appreciate it” He adds and you feel a familiar warmth invade your stomach harshly. Oliver hands you the bunch of poppies and you tilt your curiously “There fake?” you question and he nods once “I know your allergic to pollen” he says, which makes your heart skip a couple beats.

you remember mentioning that you were allergic to pollen when you first met. He remembered after all this time? A cough interrupted the both of you and you look to see Fred double fisting butterbeers “Enough of that love shit, lets just hang out”

your team burst out in laughter as both you and Oliver looked away from each other in embarrassment. Stupid Fred.

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a couple hours later Angelina was passed out on top of Katie on the floor, they had all brought sleeping bags apparently. This was very planned. Harry was laying on a beanbag chair with a blanket over him and marker on his face. George and Fred’s idea.

speaking of the twins they both were laying on the floor next to the trunk at the end of your bed, sweet wrappers surrounded them. You and Oliver had yet to fall asleep yet. You had actually opened up a bit and enjoyed talking to him. The more you talked, the more you fell for him really.

during the little ‘party’ your team had you all changed into different clothes (in their own dorms of course) so you were now wearing a black muggle t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Oliver was wearing his quidditch jersey and black sweatpants. He looked- well...hot.

“You know Y/n. I can stop thinking about how you said i was the best person you knew” you inhale sharply and lean back onto your pillows, since you were both sitting on your bed “Yeah?” you question, afraid to say anything more. Oliver sits up straight, eyes boring into you.

“I think your the best person i know” he says confidently, reaching for your hand. He grabs it and runs the pad of his thumb over your skin. “Yeah?” you repeated once more. He snorts and looks down at the bedsheets for a moment before looking back at you “I’m trying to say i like you Y/n, like a lot”

say what now? Oliver Wood. The guy who you thought barely noticed you just said he had feelings for you. Like earlier, your brain ran on autopilot “Yeah?...” you say a third time. Oliver rolls his eyes before leaning into kiss you gently, hands cupping your face and leaving room for you to push him away.

up close he smelt like fresh cut wood- like from a broomstick. That made sense actually. You snapped back to reality and hesitantly reach up to place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Oliver responds and places one hand on your waist.

he lays you back against the bed and hovers over you, breaking the kiss. You look at him with a flushed expression “I like you too- you said it earlier so i felt like i should say it now...before anything else happens” you spoke quickly and quietly.

Oliver raises a brow in amusement “Anything else? Who knew you could think so dirty Y/n” he says in a teasing tone. You shake your head “What- no that’s not what i meant” your sentence trails off into a mumble. He chuckles quietly “I know” he said, going into kiss you again.

“Can you guys not shag up, were right here” when did Fred wake up?

“Yeah, be respectful to others around you” and there goes George.

you watched as Oliver’s eye twitched in irritation “Both of shut up and go back to sleep. We are not shagging up” he says and they both mumble an okay. He lays back against the bed, turning on his side to face you “I think we should sleep as well, you don’t mind me sleeping here right?”

you shake your head, not minding him there. He smiles lightly before reaching down to the grab the sheet. He pulled it over both of you. You go to scooch away to the other side when he wraps an arm around and pulls your back against his chest “You can’t get away that easily, lass” he whispered.

you held back a small laugh before getting comfortable in the Captain's arms. “Night Y/n” he spoke quietly before placing a kiss to the back of your head. “Goodnight Oliver” you said back and used your wand to turn out the lights before closing your eyes.

and with that. You fell asleep.

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Kody: I call these group of idiots the chaotic Gryffindor quidditch team. Anyways, peace.

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unprofessional-bard · 3 years

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Chapter 12 - The Development, Pt. I

Losing My Religion Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader/OC

Warnings: TW for homophobia, homophobic guy gets kicked in the balls. mostly angst: tense situations, back story reveal (hints to disturbing cult activities/religious trauma??). smut: vulnerable/desperate sex, reader and joel being in love and soft w each other.

Summary: The reader and Joel unintentionally get more tangled up with Kiki and Ward –going on patrols, doing town duties with them etc.– which leaves the reader frustrated.

Word Count: 7.060

Author's Note: I feel like I proofread this 500 times but my apologies if it still sucks 😭

Enjoy!

"I think we earned a small break, don't you think so, Captain?" Kurt extended a beer bottle to you.

"I guess so, colonel," You offered a vague smile and reluctantly took the bottle from him.

"Oh, c'mon, cheer up (Y/N)!" Kurt put an arm around you and chuckled ironically. "It's the 4th of July..."

"Sure," You patted his back but appreciated his enthusiasm nevertheless. "It just doesn't sit right with me that all these other people in the QZ don't have the- the luxury we have."

"Oh, I know," Kurt let his arm go and nodded bitterly. "It ain't just, but there's not much we can do."

You nodded as well: "Well, be back in 5, gotta go piss."

Kurt laughed heartily and waved his hand at you as you walked away from the open area to wash your face, hoping to wash away the guilt as well. It was your first time in a different QZ– Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to be more specific and you weren't exactly having a good time. A big part of your company was wiped out, which had ultimately triggered your survivor's guilt. The situation was out of your control when hunters, bandits and a surprise horde of infected got involved; everyone acknowledged how there wasn't anything you could do, except for yourself. It had been 5 years into this apocalyptic mess, yet you still had trouble adjusting to it... but then again, no one ever really did.

When you reached the shared toilet areas, there were only three cabins. One was occupied, one was completely empty without the toilet itself and the other was simply too dirty.

You heard heavy breathing from the occupied cabin, and instinctively decided to knock on the door to make sure the person inside was alright: "Hey, is everything..."

The moment you knocked the second time on the door, it opened just a smidge to reveal two men kissing, which made you gasp loudly and step back while alerting them.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry–"

"Oh shit–!"

You went to close the door, but immediately decided to turn around in panic, thinking: Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"I'm really sorry! I just wanted to use the toilet since the others are, well– Uh–"

"Fuck, what are we going to–" You heard one of them speak, panicked.

"Relax, it'll be fine," The other one reassured.

"Look, it's uh–" You tried again, slowly turning to walk out of there. "I wasn't here, we never saw each other, okay?"

"No, wait!" You felt a ghostly hand on your arm, but he didn't grab it, just tapped once to get your attention. "Please, you can't tell anyone!"

You raised your hands up mid air to do a stop gesture, trying to get him and his partner to calm down: "No, of course I won't!"

"Wait," The other man with blue eyes stepped out of the cabin. "You won't? You don't mind... us?"

"Mind you? It's none of my business to begin with," You assured both of them. "What happened here stays between us– hell, I wasn't even here as we speak."

"Thank you," He smiled and saw the way he clung onto his partner's –whom you noticed had hazel fleeing to green eyes– hand with his fingers. "Most people around here don't... appreciate us."

You nodded bitterly, a small, sad smile on your face: "I'm so sorry, I wish I could do something for the both of you–"

"What's going on here then?" A deep voice called from behind you, when you noticed a little too late how the man with green eyes' expression shifted to one of fear.

You turned around to meet a face you weren't familiar with: "Why do you wish to know?"

"Why do I wish t–" The guy gave you an incredulous look, interrupted himself and asked. "Identify yourselves."

"Corporal Robin Lazewski," Said the man with the blue eyes.

"Sergeant Cole Doxon." Green eyes followed.

"And you, missy?" The man stood before you at arms length with a sneer.

"Captain," You corrected him. "(Y/N) (L/N). Who might you be?"

The man's sneer disappeared when he realised your ranks were the same, but he still looked displeased: "Captain Phillip Moore. Now, I'll ask you again. What are you doing here?"

The question was more directed at Robin and Cole rather than you, and you knew why, so you stepped in: "Nothing that should worry you, Captain."

"Oh, but I know what's been going on. Had my eye on you two for awhile now enough to know exactly what type of people you are."

"These men are from my company, Captain," You intervened again, lying through your teeth without thinking about the consequences. "If you have a complaint, we can gladly take this up to Colonel Kurt Greenwood, as he is our superior."

The name made Phillip take a step back, clearly making him nervous: "Tsk, no thanks. Don't need to get more involved with your kind."

"If you wanna say something, mister, go right ahead," You growled and took a step forward, risking the possibility of a few days of detention without hesitation. The tension thickened, and thickened, and thickened then finally...

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"Woah, wait, you just lied out of your ass to him?" Ellie suddenly interrupted you.

"Yeah," You sighed. "If he knew that they were actually from Pittsburgh I would've been... fucked."

"Shit," Ellie sighed. "Guy didn't even know his own soldiers... and then?"

"He said a few unkind words about them, and, well, I kicked him in the balls."

"Are you serious?" Ellie's eyes grew wider, beginnings of a laugh bubbling up in her chest.

"Hell yeah," You offered her your first smile the whole time you'd been lying in your bed together. She came to visit you for the evening, which was no doubt Joel's idea but it was nice of him of course, and ultimately decided to stay the night like you both did from time to time. Your husband, on the other hand, went to stay over at Tommy's to give you both some space.

"Dolly, you were both awesome and out of your mind! What if he caught you? Did they find out?" She asked, squirming where she laid.

"I got away with kicking him at that moment, got the boys out of there and went straight to Kurt." You put an arm under your pillow: "Told him we had to make a transfer, explained the reason. He got mad at me, sure, but he had some connections in the QZ. Later on the guy made a complaint about all of us, but all Kurt said was: Maybe you should worry more about the people suffering in the QZ rather than two people kissing. Maybe then, you can control these uprisings."

"Man," She giggled. "I wish I met Kurt– all of your team. You all were so fucking cool."

You gave her a crooked smile, the pains of your old wounds hurting as if they were new: "He was right, too." She gave you a curious look. "There are more important things people should worry themselves with rather than town gossip, like survival and keeping Jackson running."

Ellie averted her eyes at your words: "Yeah..."

"Look, I may not have the same fierceness I did when I was 25, but that's never going to stop me from kicking someone's balls if they disrespect you." She huffed a brief laugh at your words: "Jokes aside... You know, you can tell Joel, right?"

"Ugh, I don't wanna think about it," She groaned and turned to the right, face directed at the ceiling.

"Take your time. I'm not saying you should tell him, just letting you know that you can, if you want to."

"Sure, thanks..." She stared at the wall for awhile, the moonlight shining directly onto her beautiful features. After a while, she said: "I don't feel like he's being too honest with me, actually."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words: "How do you mean?"

She took her time with her reply: "He ever talked to you about what happened? Before we got here?"

"Not much."

"What about my... immunity?" Her eyes shifted to yours.

You felt like a piece of shit lying to her, making the burden on your shoulder get heavier. The bed felt like it could swallow you when you spoke nonchalantly: "Again, not much. Told me there were a dozen or so more immune people, that they ran some tests and–"

"Yeah, he took me out of there. Unconscious." She sighed and you felt like your uneasiness was showing, but actually you kept your composure. "Do you really believe that?"

This time you took a bit long to answer, walking over the minefield with careful steps: "I'm... I don't know, I'm not really buying it." She gave you a worried look: "But it isn't my business to interfere, either. I really don't know what to tell you."

Ellie just nodded and continued staring at the ceiling afterwards: "I just wish..."

"Yeah?"

"Nevermind."

You nodded, glad the conversation didn't go where you thought it would, relaxing into the mattress: "I heard Tommy brought you one of the comics you were dying to read."

"Yeah," She quietly took a deep breath.

"And? D'you like it?"

"I did actually," She seemed more enthusiastic than a moment ago, which made you relax even more. "But there was another cliffhanger! It wasn't the final volume!"

The next morning Joel stopped by briefly to get his stuff for patrol, kissed you goodbye while you were having breakfast with Ellie, then left. That's when she spoke up: "So? What are we doing today?"

"We?" You raised a brow.

"I got a day off, and you look miserable," She commented. "Not about to let that go to waste, so..."

"I was just planning on lying down for a bit."

"You've been lying down for ever, it's time you did something else!"

"Ellie I really don't have the energy for– for anything, right now." You sighed and helped her with the dishes.

"So... you also don't have the energy for the new game Jesse brought?" She side eyed you, offering a mischievous smile.

You hated feeling like this, not being able to do things with people you cared about because you simply couldn't. Everyone was understanding, of course, but you hated how this feeling had become a part of you overtime; way before you had reached Jackson, and before the death of your family. You even found comfort in it to a certain level, but if you could, you'd gladly get rid of it with a single snap of your fingers.

"I'd like nothing more honestly," You wiped your hands on a small towel on the counter and looked at her: "But we'll see, you know how I get."

If there was someone who helped you get back on your feet as quickly as Ellie and Joel, it was Maria – and Tommy.

But sometimes you really doubted if Maria truly was a maker of right decisions.

It was your first patrol with Ellie where you two went outside, very much like the patrols you took on, but it was still a bit new for her. She wanted to get involved with the patrols sooner than Joel liked: She's too young, it's too early for her, he'd say, but even though it's no age for her to be even seeing the stuff she saw, going through everything she went through, you were on Ellie's side on the matter. She was capable of handling patrols with you, or Joel and others; she was also more skilled than all the kids her age, but a part of you also wanted to keep her safe behind the walls of Jackson.

After a lot of reasoning with Joel, you had managed to convince him and were on your way to start the ski lodge route with Ellie. Maria had told you you'd be meeting with a couple of other people to do a sweep afterwards, but she was hesitant to tell you who. You knew something was afoot, for Maria never was a person to mince her words; it initially gave you an idea about who might be waiting for you, but at least you had Ellie to help calm your nerves. You hitched your horses at the entrance, then walked through the doors. Your jaw clenched and your posture visibly tensed when your theories were proven right and you saw who was inside.

Kiki and Ward.

You internally cringed when you made eye contact with Ward, who was... talking with Joel?

What the fuck is going on?

"'bout time!" Tommy appeared out of nowhere, startling you. "You're half an hour late, we were startin' to get worried."

"What's going on?" Ellie spoke instead of you.

"Well, we'll be heading back," He patted Ellie on the shoulder. "While the others'll do a sweep."

"But we just got here?" Ellie protested. "I thought Dolly and I–"

"Yeah, Tommy, what the fuck?" You whispered and stepped closer to him.

He huffed, it was his signature I'm just gonna put it out here so listen carefully stance: "Maria asked that you solve the issue between you and Ward."

"She didn't ask me shit, Tommy, just told me to get my ass over here. Without a heads up." You sighed and he gave you an apologetic shrug: "She's right, but is patrol really the right time for this?"

"Just shake hands and try to get along, you're partnered up with him."

Your eyes widened: "Tommy–"

"It'll be fine, (Y/N), don't worry." He said reassuringly. "Walt and Bruce went over to the back, you can fetch them and start. C'mon Ellie."

She squeezed your hand in an encouraging manner and followed Tommy out. You rubbed your face and ran a hand through your hair, then finally turned and walked over to the three: "Alright, I'll go get Walt and Bruce, then we can go."

"Sure," Joel offered a small smile and got up from where he was sitting with Kiki, but Ward remained seated with his arms crossed. You took it as an indication to wait for the others to leave so you two could finally talk.

"Well..." You said awkwardly.

"I'm sorry for punching you," He said, straight out, without dwelling on anything. "I get ahead of myself sometimes. I can't really control it when I get angry, I– I never knew how to. It was my only way to survive... and protect Kiki."

You blinked several times at how genuine he was, even his hard expression was softened to some point: "It's, uh– it's okay. Thank you, and sorry, for your nose I mean. It was a reflex."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," He nodded and got up, towering over you, then extended a hand over to you. "We're good?"

"Sure, 'course," You nodded and shook his hand. He pursed his lips and walked out, leaving you a little stunned. You immediately sighed in relief and made your way to the back room, where your memories of fucking with Joel resurfaced and made you smile a little.

"Alright, c'mon you guys, let's go–" You walked into the room and right then, you heard panicked shuffling with a gasp. When you understood what was going on, you immediately stepped back outside: "Oh, woah–."

Were they making out?

If you were honest, you saw it coming, but it still came as a shock. You debated on whether you should leave or stay, but when you heard the panicked voices from inside, you stood there, waiting to apologise as soon as they walked out. It was Walt who opened the door first.

"Dolly– Listen," He was calmer than he sounded back inside. "You... I mean..."

"Look, let me just say this: It's none of my business, and I won't tell anyone, so... It's okay. We can pretend this never happened."

He blinked, a bit dumbfounded: "You don't mind?"

"Walt, of course not. As I said, it's none of my business."

It was then, when Bruce walked out shyly: "You seriously won't go tell anyone?"

At that, you chuckled and looked away, your eyes watering at the memory of Robin and Cole you had told Ellie: "You guys are safe with me– in Jackson. I know some people aren't very open minded here, but just know that you have my support."

Walt suddenly hugged you tightly. You took a second, but immediately returned it with a gentler one: "It's okay."

"Thank you (Y/N)," Bruce smiled sincerely.

"It's the least anyone can do – show basic human decency," You said and smiled back after Walt pulled back. "Come on now, we're already late."

The three of you acted as if nothing happened, but the couple couldn't help the smiles spread on their faces.

"Alright, Doll," Joel began explaining once you stepped to his side to get on your horse. Tommy and Ellie were long gone: "Maria asked us to show 'em how we do our patrols..."

"But?" You already didn't like how Maria picked you two for them, so you scrunched your face up lightly.

"You'll be going with Ward, I'll be going with–"

"Kiki." The name left your mouth with clear discomfort. Joel huffed at your worrisome expression and rubbed your arm soothingly.

"I rightly don't know why we're even assigned with them," Joel kissed your temple gently. "But it'll be fine, sweetheart. C'mon, we have places to cover."

You gave his hand a light squeeze and tried not to look as troubled as you felt inside when you both rode up to the couples, then went separate ways. You were quite surprised Ward actually let Kiki go with someone else– with Joel, but you kept it to yourself.

"So, I presume Tommy or Maria, or someone must've filled you in on how patrol works?" You began once your horses had slowed down the long path.

"Sort of, yeah. Joel and Tommy explained how logbooks work."

"Well, I'll start of with three things you must stick to, then– always. One: Stealth is key to everything. Keep quiet and don't draw any attention to yourself. Two: Your partner is technically your life support. You don't leave them behind, but back them up when they get into trouble and plan routes or approach tactics together. Three: If you come across anything you can't handle– anything at all, you bring your ass back to town."

"Yes ma'am," It was the first time you saw him offer the smallest smile, which softened his hardened features.

For awhile, you rode quietly, until he asked: "Say... Where you from?"

You raised a brow at his question: "Well, would you believe me if I said I don't remember?"

"How is that possible?" He tsked.

"I– I don't know," You chuckled with a hint of bitterness. "I only remember moving to San Francisco with my parents when I was... Around two?"

"Oh so you're a Californian..."

"Well, I suppose. What–" You saw the weird expression on his face: "Where are you from?"

"Idaho."

"Oh, and you're a potato farmer!"

You both shared a chuckle when he continued: "I wish that was the case. Would've traded everything to have been a potato farmer my whole life than..."

"Than what?"

"The shit I went through ever since the world fell apart."

You shrugged: "Don't we all?"

"I don't know about you, but none of those people in there –except for Kiki– would've preferred living as farmers..."

"What are you talking about?"

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, broke eye contact and his whole stance changed. It took him a few silent moments, but he spoke eventually: "When the infection took over, a small church in our town offered food and protection to everyone there. They barricaded the whole town in a short time, a lot of people died in the process, but we actually made a safe environment– not as strong and well protected like here, though. The infected weren't occupying that part of the city too much, either, so we just made decent living... But in time, the priest of the church started controlling the community. In months everyone was on their knees praying– beggin' for forgiveness for their sins so that they survive this shit..."

"Oh..." You flinched, feeling sorry for him, your heartbeat picking up in worry. You were also unintentionally expecting him to get this story somewhere, pull out a gun and shoot you, or stab you with his knife– you were expecting an Axel case. They might have come all this way just to avenge a loved one who you might have killed, and even though your mind screamed that the scenario had no way of making sense, you still kept your hand on your pistol which was strapped to the side of your thigh that he couldn't see.

"It was fucked up, and I was young, I had no choice but to follow my parents... They died years later and that was when I met Kiki. She was so pretty, and– and kind to me. I really liked her, we were around... 18 and 20 at the time, I think. She helped me mourn my parents, we made really good company. Soon I realised I was falling in love with her."

Hearing these words from him freaked you out a little, if you were honest, because they didn't look very in love; but you were also curious about what the hell had happened to them.

"A year or so later we, uh– Understand this, we had to keep it a secret. If the priest didn't see a couple fit, they'd get punished, but if he did, he'd force them to... Have children, to– y'know."

You couldn't hide the disgust on your face, but he was too focused on somewhere else to notice it, the sorrow and trauma on his face making you feel bad for him.

"We didn't know if we were more scared of the punishment, or Kiki getting pregnant– neither of us wanted a child, we were so young..."

For a moment he looked guilty for saying that, but when you reassured him that you understood, he still looked guilty and regretful: "Naturally."

"Not too long later people started picking up on what type of relationship we had. One time one of the priest's..." A suden wave of rage washed over him– He spat out the next word: "Whores, caught us hugging each other, then we were brought before the priest. He didn't see us fit because we didn't take anyone's permission to get together."

Your brows also drew closer in anger as you listened: "I'm really sorry you two had to go through that."

"It doesn't matter, it was long ago; we escaped, and now we're here," Ward suddenly fixed his posture, looking thoughtful and upset at the same time. The conversation had come to an end.

"Listen, if you ever wanna talk to someone," You spoke hesitantly. "Our head doc Katherine holds weekly, uh, conversations," You couldn't bring yourself to say therapy, even though he'd find out sooner or later.

"I don't– I don't wanna talk about it," He huffed angrily and side eyed you where he sat.

"You seem like you need to, is all I'm saying," You ran a hand through your hair, wiping some sweat off your forehead in the meanwhile. "It's okay to do that, y'know."

"I don't need it!" He growled and turned his head towards you in a harsh motion. "I don't need your– stupid conversations–"

"Hey," You pulled on the reins in your hand, hard, and came to a stop. He mirrored your movements when you growled back: "Those stupid conversations actually help people. They saved god knows how many townsfolk, and participating in them doesn't make you less of a man."

"That's not what this is about."

Sure you wanted to counter, the look of offense in his face telling you everything you had to know, but kept your tongue: "I just suggested you could go, nobody's forcing you to! Keep it in the corner of your mind if you want, I don't care what you do."

With that you started riding again, missing the look of regret and worry on his face. When he reached your side a few moments later, he spoke quietly, softer: "You're right, I'm sorry."

You nodded: "Try not to take things personally, we're not your enemies. We're just trying to help."

The rest of the ride was quiet, but the good outcome of both you and Joel's pairing with the couple unfortunately had a bad outcome for you. Maria asked you and Joel to be patient and stick to them for a month or so– at least until they start to really fit in. You had to accept, thinking of how when you first came here Walt had switched his partner's because he was the first person one to get along with you.

The problem was, you weren't exactly getting along with them, or Kiki more precisely.

You didn't know if it was because of your pride or your reluctance to make a scene about it, but you kept quiet about your suspicions about how Kiki undeniably took a liking to Joel. When you subtly asked a question about how Kiki behaved on patrol, he nonchalantly explained how she picked up pretty quickly and appeared to be a much more normal person; but you left out the bit that whenever you or her husband appeared, she'd hiss like a cat.

Maybe you were simply jealous that a pretty woman like Kiki was hitting on Joel, even though you never doubted his intentions for a second. He seemed very oblivious to her and your hints at what you wanted to say, and that was pretty much your only way of finding comfort.

Ward, on the other hand, always looked at the brink of a breakdown when it got too quiet between you two. Joel also asked about how he was whenever you discussed the pair, and when you mentioned their background and how troubled he looked ever since, he raised a brow. He also mentioned how Kiki started wearing t-shirts throughout the week –sleeveless clothing– and he thought it had to do with some sort of survival condition related trauma, while you had other theories.

Theories that you, once more, kept to yourself.

Because there were always two ends on situations like this: Your theories were correct – she was right all along! or, you thought too much of it – you're so dramatic!

It was a little frustrating, not being able to tell these to any memebers of your family, except for Ellie, who came to understand– probably better than Joel or the others would.

"Yikes, I'm sorry, Dolly," She looked troubled at your worrisome expression when you finally broke and told her about your suspicions.

"Morton's fucking fork," You sighed and ran a hand through your hair nervously. "I honestly don't know what to do, it's too early to say anything but at the same time I feel like it'll be too late if I keep it to myself."

"Well, no matter what happens," She rubbed your shoulder reassuringly. "I'll be by your side. Always."

The words caught you off guard, the frustration of bottled up feelings and the subconscious weight of keeping the truth about what happened with the Fireflies from Ellie finally shattering and setting a few drops of tears free.

"Thank you– Oh, Ellie," She hugged you where she stood while you remained seated on your chair in the kitchen. "What would I do without you?"

"I know, I'm the light of your life," She joked, which made you chuckle briefly.

"Look, I also want you to know that–" You pulled back and took her hands in yours, then looked her straight in the eyes: "That I'd do anything for you. Whatever happens, I'll be on your side too, even if I can't intervene."

An emotional scene between a girl who found her mother figure, and a broken soldier longing for a deeper sense of tranquility eventually finding it in a girl– something she thought she'd never find.

"Christ, Joel," You immediately got up from where you were sitting in the living room and ran up to your husband as soon as you saw his dirty, tired state. It was god knows what in the morning but you couldn't sleep, thoughts of Kiki and Joel keeping you up for the second time ever since your mutual patrols started three and a half weeks ago.

"What're you still doin' up?" You carefully looked him up and down with worried eyes and ignored his exhausted sigh. You quickly but carefully hugged him, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"Are you hurt?" You asked quietly after he immediately put his arm around your waist.

"Nope, just sore," He closed his eyes. "And a little dirty. Why aren't you asleep?"

You pulled back slowly and looked into his eyes, shrugging: "Couldn't sleep. And good thing I didn't."

"Dolly..."

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." You tugged on his large hand and led him up to your bathroom. After you arranged the tub to fill, you helped undress him, his pale face and tired eyes made you put extra effort to be as delicate as possible.

"You wanna talk about it?" You said after dropping his t-shirt into the laundry basket, while he took off his pants beside the door.

"There ain't much to talk about. We just..." You could feel your heart beat in your ears as you took his pants from him and repeated your motion, but froze in your place when he spoke again: "She saved me."

Your brows shot up quickly and the ache of keeping them crossed in a worried expression for so long immediately made its presence known: "My flashlight gave out, was tryin' to shake it back to life when a stalker grabbed me."

Joel scratched the back of his neck and lowered his head while you just stared and moved towards him slowly, his voice quiet: "I felt its– Its teeth on my neck right before Kiki jumped on it."

"Joel..." You sighed the moment you stopped walking, whispered, gulped and realised how bad your throat ached. He raised his head and gave you an utterly wrecking look, which immediately triggered you to walk over to him and hug him. His arms quickly shot up and wrapped themselves around your back. He buried his face into your neck this time and your hands ran through his hair, caressing the back of his neck soothingly. The way his arms embraced you was tight, but not enough to crush you– just enough to remind you where you belonged.

Home. That's what you felt like.

For the first time in many, many years, you finally found home again.

That exact feeling that made your eyes blurry with tears had struck first after fifteen years into the apocalypse, and it was the night after a particularly tough mission to handle some hunters around the area. The team had almost lost Kurt and Robin, the fear had been very overwhelming. The intensity of it all was nerve-wracking for everyone, so when Robin was back with Cole, they broke down crying in each other's arms. You couldn't bare to see them like that, so you joined with quiet whimpers and hugged them where they sat on the ground. Slowly, the rest of the group had joined, and when finally Kurt put his arms around you and them, everyone calmed down. That was home.

Family.

You inhaled his scent with tears in your eyes and a barbed wire around your throat, then hugged him tighter; the realisation of what might have happened had Kiki not been there washing over you like a tidal wave. All these months of doubting her– maybe you misunderstood her? Were you too cruel to Kiki in your mind? You sure as hell owed her now, you were more than grateful for what she did.

A sharp intake of breath from Joel and the warm wetness you felt on your neck confirmed that he was crying, so you turned your head a little to kiss his neck softly. It was rare that Joel cried, let alone open up like this, so you let him cry on your shoulder for as log as he needed. He didn't make a sound other than his occasional sniffs and sighs.

"I need you (Y/N)," He murmured after calming down a few minutes later, slowly shifting his arms downwards and kissing you deeply, pulling you flush against him. You kissed back, sighing into his mouth and slithering your hands down his back to the waistband of his underwear. You devoured each other at the doorway while the tub was still filling, the chilly yet still warm July night creating a thin layer of sweat between your bodies. He softly pushed you up against the doorframe, and his movements became more rushed the more your tongues danced against each other.

"Joel, baby wait," You pulled back and he stopped immediately. "The bath..."

You kissed a tear that was hanging on the edge of his cheek and reluctantly slipped away from his hold to turn the faucet off, and before you could turn back around, you felt his hands slowly sneak their way under your shirt and smiled softly at the feel. You turned completely, while he carefully walked you over to the counter and pushed you against the edge between the two sinks. He started peppering urgent kisses on your neck, making you sigh a quiet moan as your eyes closed, his hands roaming your body and eventually taking off the sleeveless undershirt off of you.

"What about the– the bath?" You barely managed to ask when he softly bit and kissed on the skin of your breasts, then moved down to tug your shorts down your legs.

"Later," He groaned when he saw the sight before him and immediately went to suck a few marks around your breasts, gently biting your nipples the way you liked it. You moaned and wrapped a leg around his waist so you could have his erection pressing directly against your pussy.

He lifted you up slightly and sat you on the cold counter, making you sigh as he settled between your legs, pulling his underwear off only for his erection to spring against your inner thigh. He was getting harder by the second, but before he lined himself up, he made sure you were taken care of to begin with. While massaging your inner thighs, he carefully bit and sucked on your neck, rubbing the tip of his cock between your slick folds in the meantime. You moaned quietly at his ministrations, his hands feeling wonderful around your legs.

After a while, you reached for his length and lined him up, allowing him to push in. You let out a soft moan by his ear and he did the same when he dived into your depths, then wrapped your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. He growled, grabbed at your hips and thighs and started off with a slow but somehow rushed pace.

What you liked about a slower pace, first and foremost, was how you could feel everything Joel had to offer and how much more relaxed and focused he was. You liked it when he took his time, making sure you felt every inch and vein of his length– You also liked the tension building up more this way. With the patrols and chores taking up most of your constantly changing schedules, sex had started to become a bit of luxury again, too.

Your eyes opened slowly when he called your name desperately– moaned it. You slowly pulled back from your hug and looked him in the eyes, then kissed him deeply, his rhythm stable but the snap of his hips started to become harsher. His grip on your hips were equally desperate and bruising, but you liked it; it was also your own way of assuring yourself that Joel was still here, with you.

His pace picked up the more your tongues swayed together, then his hand went to the hair on your scalp and massaged the skin there, making you throw your head back and clench down on him with a mewl. Groaning, he kissed and bit all over your neck again, the skin slapping against skin making both of you near the edge.

He suddenly pulled out and away, gently helped you off the counter and turned you around. In one motion, he buried himself deep inside you again and moaned. You arched your back and he pulled your hair into a ponytail, then placed solid, sloppy kisses on your shoulders as he fucked you from behind.

"Shit– Joel," You gasped when he grabbed at your breasts, arms crossed and slammed into you particularly hard. He was getting closer with each passing minute.

"(Y/N)..." He groaned and pressed you down against the counter, trapping you between the cold surface and his hairy, broad chest while sneaking a hand down to your clit. He slammed into you three more times, which made you moan brief but loud ahs and ohs each time; your hands clawing against his hips and arms, leaving your own marks, throwing him over the edge when he thought about the pleasure he felt when your nails digged into his skin.

You both came with loud moans and held onto each other tightly, Joel pulling out the last second even though he really, really wanted to come inside you at that moment: He would never do it without your permission and talking about it first, but the topic was never brought up by either of you.

Panting while coming down your high, you were as disappointed as Joel was when he didn't fill you up with his thick cock– you were also as cautious as your husband about this, and maybe it was finally time to discuss it.

After recollecting yourselves, you both moved into the lukewarm water in comfortable silence, Joel laying against you between your legs and holding onto your hands which you had wrapped around his chest in a hug, resting his head against your own.

Some time later, when you felt yourself dozing off, Joel hummed quietly: "If you're gonna sleep let's move to bed."

"How did you..."

"Your heartbeat got real slow, figured you were dozin' off," He slowly got up with a phantom smile on his lips and looked into your sleepy eyes. This small gesture made you smile back, and after he took your hand in his and placed a loving kiss on your knuckles, you got cleaned and out of the bath. There was much to be said, but sleep overcame you both as soon as you laid on the soft, inviting mattress.

The next morning, Joel had some business in town with Tommy while it was your day off, so you both had the opportunity to talk during breakfast. After some discussion and honesty about how you felt towards Kiki, Joel figured there'd be nothing a good dinner wouldn't fix. You had to agree because of your self-doubt, maybe this dinner would help you understand Kiki's intentions better, and it would also be your way of thanking her for saving Joel.

"I have to tell you somethin', but promise me–" Joel chewed on his scrambled eggs after your reluctant agreement to the dinner. "–You won't get mad?"

You rolled your eyes and offered a small smirk after finishing your bite: "When do I ever get mad at you?"

"Oh?" He raised a brow. "Well, I was startin' to think you were jealous of Kiki, is all."

Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp: "I am no such thing! Joel Miller–"

"Oh boy," He took a sip off his coffee, having made his point.

You took a deep breath, rolled your eyes while they were closed and grabbed your own cup: "Look, I'm not jealous, I just..."

"Just what?"

You chewed on your lower lip while staring two holes into the cup in your hands, took your time to think: "I'm just worried."

"What's got you worried, sweetpea?" His expression immediately softened as he leaned forward, the pet name easing the tension in your heart a little.

"They're– really odd, okay?" You spoke quietly, occasionally meeting his eyes. "Doesn't it bother you just how different they act when they're not around each other?"

"Where're you gettin' with this?"

"I just don't want another Axel case." The room fell to a deafening silence when you said his name, but you continued when he didn't say anything: "Look, I simply can't help but think they're trying to get close to us on purpose."

"Oh darlin'," His eyes widened slightly as he got off his chair and stood beside you in a quick motion, putting his warm hands on your bare shoulders. "I understand what's got you all worried, but I'm sure this is all because of Maria puttin' us together for patrol. Don't worry your pretty little head with all o' that." He pressed you against his body in a hug, gently massaging your shoulders as he did: "Now, I gotta get goin', but when I come back I'll do somethin' to ease all that stress built up in these strong muscles of yours, huh?" He softly digged his fingers into your shoulder blades, making you sigh as you realised they were indeed very stiff. He offered a soft smile: "Agreed?"

"Agreed." You forced a smile in return, trying not to worry like he said. It was Joel, after all; if he said you had nothing to worry about, then you probably didn't...

... But that didn't mean you were going to shut out your gut feelings altogether. It was your instincts that always saved your ass when you were unsure about situations like this, or when you got in trouble with people in general. You could always beat yourself up for overthinking too much and being so doubtful of them, but for now, you were going to keep your guard up at all times and keep them at arm's length.

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Two Tales of Banners

Summary: A one-shot of the Gryffindor common rooms at different eras. Contains swearing

Entering the Gryffindor common room, Harry felt as if the burst of energy and noise could topple him right back out. He straightened back up and grinned at the celebration in front of him. Butterbeers and Pumpkin juice were towered magically onto a table, piles of sandwiches, sweets and Cauldron cakes layered another. If the corners of the room weren't taken over by the sounds of laughter, then the blasting music was. Harry had a feeling McGonagall was going to let them have this one.

'Harry, our boy!' The twins shouted and walked up to him, Fred pushing a Butterbeer into his hand. 'Welcome to the greatest celebration of your life.'

'You've peaked, this is it,' George said in a serious tone and held him out at arm’s length. 'Nothing could get better than the Quidditch cup.'

'Yeah - probably,' Harry agreed with a chuckle, and ducked underneath his arms. He pushed through the crowd of Gryffindors who were congratulating him and looked out for his own friends. Over in the armchair, he saw Oliver sobbing into a decorative pillow.

'You okay, Oliver?' He asked.

The Quidditch captain lifted one single thumbs up but began sobbing even harder.

Harry awkwardly moved on. 'Yeah, okay then.'

He caught sight of Ron's tall arm waving out to him, grinning he walked towards it. Hermione, who had already hugged him multiple times, came in for another. Ron's face beamed, face paint still intact in red and yellow. Neville on the other hand, was trying to flatten his hair where tufts of it stuck out from all the tugging during the match.

'Harry! The cup, mate, the damn Quidditch cup!' Ron said squeezing his shoulder.

'Yeah,' Harry said shaking his head in disbelief, he didn't think he would ever stop smiling and for a second thought of grabbing a pillow and joining Oliver. He twisted the cap of his Butterbeer open and lifted it into the air. 'To Gryffindor, I guess.'

They clinked their glasses together, and lifting up the bottle to his mouth, Harry frowned at the sight on the walls. Only now taking notice of the celebratory decorations the Weasleys had put up, Harry whirled around and saw that almost every inch of the common room walls had some horrible looking banner hung up. He had never seen them before, each one tattered and yellowing at the edges, drooping and patched up with Spellotape. Harry adjusted his glasses and noticed each one had some misshapen animal drawn on them. Judging by the words ‘Go Gryffindor’ he could only guess they were lions.

Being much too amused at the banners, Harry paid no attention at Ron and Ginny going over the highlights of the match. He took another sip of his Butterbeer and turned around towards the twins - who were busy trying to get Oliver to take a drink of water before he dehydrated.

'Hey, did you two make these?' Harry pointed up at the walls, laughing. 'Maybe stick to Quidditch guys - are those supposed to be lions?'

George looked up and grinned, looking around the common room as if seeing it for the first time. 'Brilliant, aren’t they? We found a bunch of them in the storage room behind the tapestry.'

Harry raised his eyebrows. 'Sarcasm, right?'

'We thought they had a quaint, vintage charm,' Fred said getting up and placing his hands on his hips as if admiring great works of art.

Harry looked at the banner above Ron’s head where this particular lion was roaring fire out of its mouth.

'Yeah - charming,' Harry said grinning.

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'James... what in Merlin's severely, baggy, off-coloured, left n-'

'Sirius,' Lily warned hastily.

Sirius imitated a bow. 'Pardon me, m-lady, James what the fuck is that?'

'A lion you imbecile, look at the mane,' James said looking at him incredulously.

Sirius bit the inside of his cheek to keep a straight face. 'Yes, of course, my mistake.'

Remus, who sat over the armchair - long legs dangling over the edge, peered over to the banner James was working on and threw his head back laughing loudly. 'Yeah, dammit Sirius, look at the mane.'

'If I could have a smidge of support from my friends - I would greatly appreciate it,' James straightened up and looked at his work, cocking his head left and then right. Frowning, he looked over at Lily who sat beside him cross-legged. 'You can see the lion, right?'

Lily looked down at the drawing and nodded slowly. 'Stick to Quidditch.'

Dragging his hand through his hair, James sighed and slumped his shoulders in defeat.

'At least the 'Gryffindor' part is clear,' Peter chimed in. 'You can read all the letters.'

'Great, thanks Peter, I can spell.' James mumbled.

'Here, let me try something,' Lily took the marker from his hands and bent forwards onto the banner. 'There - now it's a lion.'

Sirius looked over her shoulder and barked out a laugh. 'Whiskers don't make a lion, Lily.'

'Of course they do,' She said snapping the lid back onto the marker.

James scratched his chin. 'Wormtail has whiskers.'

'And a lovely set,' Peter said from behind his astronomy textbook.

'I have an idea,' Rolling up his sleeves, Sirius picked up the red marker and knelt down over the banner. After a couple of seconds he sat back up and gestured towards it proudly. 'Look - a Gryffindor.'

'It's ruined.' James said finally.

Sirius stood up, pointing his wand at the banner. 'I think you mean - it's better now.'

Lily pinched the bridge of her nose. 'You can't just draw flames out of its mouth and call it a 'Gryffindor'.'

He tutted at Lily while levitating the banner up onto the wall.

Remus looked up. 'Ah yes, behold the legendary Gryffindor - a dragon with kitten whiskers.'

Lily covered her mouth, the corners curling up and she gently squeezed James' shoulder. 'Sorry, we made a real mess of it.'

'It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen,' James pushed his glasses back up, studying the banner and grinned at his friends. 'Let's make ten more.'

Author notes: I’ve had this idea for a while but felt a little nervous about writing it. I’ve never written for James or Lily - but the idea wasn’t going anywhere so I needed to get it out. I always wondered if Harry stumbled upon anything that was left behind by his parents: gum under the desk, writings on tree trunks, a lost pen that rolled under a sofa in the common room, discarded banners.

#Harry Potter Fandom #marauders era #HP fanfiction #Gryffindors #quidditch #James Potter #lily evans #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #peter pettigrew #I'm probably going to edit this again #Oneshot

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cherriipi · 4 years

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Hi! i just stumbled into your blog and realized that requests were open! i hope you don't mind but may i request *insert your more favored HQ team here* reacting to hearing that their lovely manager had gotten hurt badly bc of an opponent during one of their tournaments? (may be an accident or intentional your choice) also the manager is a guy who's pretty physically weak! i hope you don't mind!

nonnie, i am actually losing my damn mind over this, this is GOLD i love it 💕 physically weak, male manager for Nekoma? let’s do it.

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Get Even

summary: Nekoma has a practice match and the opposing team doesn’t seem to like Nekoma’s sweet little male manager, but they’ve made a horrible mistake.

tw // gore, violence, bullying(?), slight angst, reader overthinks for a smidge, feral Nekoma

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It felt like hours before (Y/N) opened his eyes again, in reality it had only been a few minutes but the sting in his nose that traveled through his eyes and up to his forehead had his full attention. He sat up with a low groan and rested his arms on his knees as he wheezed in and out, it felt so hard to breath, no thanks to those major assholes that had decided to kick the shit out of him just minutes prior.

“Fuck,” (Y/N) coughed roughly. “Goddammit, that hurts...” He pressed a hand to his chest in an attempt to calm his heartbeat and settle his breathing, he’ll be lucky if he only has a few bruised ribs and maybe a black eye.

“I gotta get back to the gym...” (Y/N) mumbles and shakily stands up, knees almost buckling before he steadies himself with the wall nearby, a wall that was unfortunately just used as a weapon against him. He cringed at the thought and let out a huff before making his way to the gymnasium, it wasn’t too far from where he was. He reached the doorway and Coach Nekomata spotted him before quickly waving him over, (Y/N) gulped and eyed his team, making sure they were focusing on the practice match at hand; which they were.

“(L/N), where have you been? What happened to you?” Nekomata questioned, hand brushing against the various scrapes and bruises on his cheeks and eyebone, the boy flinched and hissed slightly at the pain.

“I’ll... I’ll tell you after the practice match, I don’t want this information to effect their play style.” Nekomata lets out a hum of thought before nodding and turning his attention back to the match.

As he watched the match, his nose felt so... itchy. He wiggled his nose but the feeling remained, he tenderly rubbed the tip of his nose but it still didn’t feel any better. Nekomata called for a timeout, yet the manager couldn’t remember why he had. Was the other team ahead? Could he tell the boys needed a break? The edge of his vision prickled with fuzz and he blinked in an attempt to get his vision back to normal.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Fuck, was that blood? Those motherfuckers must’ve smashed his nose hard enough to break it. Damn that wall.

“Oh my god, (Y/N) you’re bleeding!” Lev screeched, green eyes wide with shock and fear. “Your nose is bleeding!”

“Shit,” he hissed and cupped his nose with his hand but the blood was practically pouring out now. Naoi grabbed his arm and gently pulled him towards the bathrooms.

“Lean over the sink and pinch your nose,” Naoi instructed as he pulled out a small pouch of tissues. “Cover your nose with the tissues and keep pinching it, don’t lean back, the blood has to drain forward.”

“Thanks Coach,” (Y/N) replied with a nasally tone. His eyes were rimmed with tears at the pain and the reminder, maybe if he wasn’t so weak he could’ve defended himself, or even run away and gotten help, if he wasn’t so stupidly feminine or small or...

“You’re overthinking,” the older man huffs. “What happened? You look...”

“Like shit?”

“I was going to say roughed up, but yeah, that works too.”

“I...” (Y/N) paused for a moment, contemplating telling the truth right now. The boys wouldn’t know right now, right? So would it matter? “Some of the bench warmers from the opposite team... They cornered me earlier and decided to beat the crap out of me...”

“They what?” Naoi huffed angrily, “Why?”

“Guess i’m viewable as a threat,” he joked and glanced up at the coach. Okay, that wasn’t really THAT funny, maybe he should leave the jokes to Fukunaga. “They said I’m too weak and feminine to be an actual boy, so they rocked my shit.”

“Kid, I am so sorry-“

“What!?” (Y/N)’s neck almost snapped from how fast he turned his head, Shibayama stood in the doorway of the bathroom with wide eyes. “The other team did that to you?”

“Yuuki, you cannot say anything to them! I don’t want them to lose focus of the game because of me! I... I was gonna explain what happened after the game was done and they left.” The libero was shaking with rage, hands itching to go and sock those bastards in the jaw. He took a deep breath before releasing it and flashing his manager a sickly sweet, albeit incredibly fake, smile.

“Okay.”

Silence.

“You’re gonna go tell them, aren’t you?” (Y/N) doesn’t get a response, the brunette had already launched himself out of the room and back towards the gym. (Y/N) let out a loud sigh before glancing back up at Coach Naoi, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

“Those kids are probably going to be furious, aren’t they?”

“Oh definitely,” the older man nodded. “You’re their manager, they care about you just as much as you care about them. Honestly, I would be surprised if they WEREN’T upset.”

Upset wasn’t even a word that could describe their feelings as Shibayama ran back into the gym, the game was on pause so they could clean up the blood properly and the team was waiting patiently.

“Is he okay?” Kuroo asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “He was bleeding a lot.”

“Turns out our opponents decided to let some of their players beat up (Y/N)-kun,” Shibayama huffed. “Something about him being too feminine.”

“What?” Yaku hissed, eyes narrowing dangerously.

“How could they do that to (Y/N)?” Inouka whimpered sadly as he bounced from foot to foot, his feet wanted to carry him over to the bathroom and hug the boy tightly.

“So, they wanna fucking play dirty?” Yamamoto growled, cracking his knuckles loud enough for the other team to hear. Fukunaga let out a sound similar to a growl, baring his teeth at the thought of someone hurting THEIR manager. Kuroo’s hands clenched and unclenched, trying his best to keep a hold on his temper.

“I don’t think (Y/N) would want us to play dirty back,” Teshiro tried to placate the anger in everyone’s eyes. “I’m just as upset as you guys, but our manager would want us to play fairly. He wouldn’t want us to stoop down to their level.”

“We don’t have to stoop down to their level in order to get even,” Kai’s normally friendly smile is anything but friendly at this point. “What do you think Kenma?”

The mock blond was twitching with irritation, eyes similar to that of a feral cat’s. He bit the inside of his cheek and took a glance at the other team, who was rather oblivious to his heated stare, he turned back and nodded.

“I think we get even.”

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angeli-marco-writes · 3 years

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Albus and Scorpius - Before You Go

A/N - 1.2k words of writing about characters who absolutely belong together. I do not own the wizarding world nor these characters, this is a work of fiction. I do not own the song lyrics used. Scorbus is bloody adorable and should be real, cowards.

Warnings - pure fluffy angst, mutual pining, suggestive references, mild cursing.

Summary - At the 5th year prom, Albus and Scorpius find they can’t hold back their feelings anymore. Just one dance, before you go.

IT WAS PROM FOR THE FIFTH YEARS, a recently established event within Hogwarts, but everyone seemed to be loving it.

The hall was decked with streamers from the floor to the enchanted starry ceiling, but it was done out in the most classy way possible. Silver-clad round tables lay around the exterior, leaving the centre of the hall free to be a beautiful dance floor. Couples dressed in gowns and suits danced around, laughing and smiling, the way it was meant to be.

Headmistress McGonagall was seated in the centre of the staff table in its usual place, and she couldn't keep the smile from sneaking across her stern face upon the happiness that all her students had. All her students except for two.

Albus and Scorpius were sitting on the side lines, an abnormal distance from each other at the furthest table from the action. It wasn't that they didn't like the prom - they loved all the lanterns and the balloons, adding a perfect ambience to the hall, rejuvenating the old stone with a more modern appeal. It admittedly looked wonderful, and enticing, especially for Scorpius.

"Come on Al," he pleaded, reaching his arm as far across the table as he could to get to his best friend, "Just come with me to the photo booth."

The pair's eyes trailed to where Professor Longbottom was, manning an elegant silver archway with a camera in front of it. He smiled at the young wizards, who half smiled back, immediately turning to their table once more, for another round of silence.

"It's late, I'm tired." Albus announced at only nine thirty, hastily standing up to leave. He pulled his blazer tighter around his thin body, his tell for anxiety.

"Wait-" Scorpius then said, leaping up to catch Albus' arm, pulling the brunette flush against his chest. Scorpius was taller, but only by a smidge.

"Before you go, can we dance? You know I came out to dad. You need to come out too Albus."

Albus was stunned by this, incredibly taken aback. "I-I'm not gay, Scorp." He stammered, averting his eyes to the streamers coming from the rafters, glistening in the starlight.

Scorpius had to stifle a giggle. "Tell that to the boner you got when we went swimming in our boxers last month."

Albus proceeded to flush a magnificent shade of crimson, enough to make Scorpius feel dreadful and release his hold on the boy he loved.

"If you want to go, then do. But tell me what to do to make it all feel better, because it hurts that you're leaving me."

The music in the background was exactly that, white noise, so insignificant to them in their own little bubble.

"There's nothing you can do Scorp." Albus said sadly, wiping a tear from his sullen face. "Dad won't accept me, especially not when I tell him that I like a Malfoy."

Scorpius' world spun around him. He was stunned, in utter disbelief. He had, of course, always had an inkling - but never in his life did he think that his Albus, the boy he'd been in love with for two, nearly three years, would like him back. There wasn't even that possibility in his mind, all hope of love died with his mum. When his bearings returned, he could see Albus shaking, silent tears cascading down his cheeks. Professor Longbottom had left the photo booth and was edging his way towards them, hoping to comfort his godson, but Scorpius got there first, shooting his favourite professor a shy smile of reassurance.

"Albus, one dance. I'll explain everything."

Albus only agreed to Scorpius' puppy eyes, something that he could never refuse; so Scorpius slipped his slender hand into Albus' smaller one, and led them onto the edge of the dance floor.

The song that began playing couldn't have been a better one for them, 'Before You Go' by Lewis Capaldi, and Scorpius couldn't help but to note the ghost of a proud smile playing on McGonagall's lips. This was the night.

"I hate you, but I was just kidding myself..." Scorpius chimed in with the song melodically, mesmerising Albus with how soft his voice could be in moments of vulnerability.

"Time can heal but this won't." Albus added, turning in his best friends arms, all the tests gone from his face and replaced with a sad kind of smile.

'So, before you go Was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather'

"I don't want you to leave for this summer being upset or anxious, I'll do anything to help you, I know your storms are plentiful Al."

"Was never the right time, whenever you called. Went little by little by little until there was nothing at all." Hummed Scorpius, getting lost in the molten welcome of Albus' eyes, the only eyes he'd ever before gotten lost in.

"It was never the right time to tell you how I felt, Albus. That's why I came out to my dad, he gave me advice. And when better to admit that I love you, than dancing to our favourite song?"

Albus could feel his hands grow clammy, and his legs began to quiver. His eyes filled with salty tears, but this time they weren't from insecurity of sadness, they were tears of happiness.

'So, before you go was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless.' Those were the most meaningful lyrics to the boys. They had their struggles in heaps, and it was only the other who was there for support throughout their darkest times.

"Would we be better off by now, if I'd have let my walls come down?" Albus sang, a soft and watery chuckle leaving his lips mere moments after. His forehead fell against Scorpius' in a feat of affection which was readily returned.

"Maybe I guess we'll never know..." Scorpius finished breathlessly.

The pair's movements had stopped, their feet were slotted together with Scorpius' arms around Albus' waist, and Albus' around Scorpius' neck in the traditional slow dancing manner. The tempo of the music slowed, turning it more acoustic for the moment of solitude. It was only them - Scorpius and Albus - only them against the world as their lips edged closer and closer together. Just as the tempo picked up, they kissed. It wasn't hungry, though it was urgent. All the pent up love that they'd harboured for years was finally being allowed out in one electric exchange. The hunger soon subsided, and the kiss turned into one of love, a slow show of affection. Albus' tongue lined Scorpius' bottom lip, requesting an entrance that was all too happily granted, but the slow movement of their mouths in the most adoring fashion possible, soon turned too passionate and became a desperate gasp for breath, a dancing display of teeth and tongues. They slowly separated, noses and foreheads still touching, their faces being shadowed upon one another. They savoured the taste, both tasted of butterbeer, their favourite drink in the world that they'd been sharing since second year.

"So..." Scorpius said awkwardly, dropping his one hand and raising it to absently scratch the back of his neck.

"So, we kissed." Albus replied in his normal, anxiously chipper demeanour, making Scorpius' heart glow. He smirked a little, an idea playing in his mind and confusing Albus, whose dark hair was now awry.

"Before you go, one more kiss?"

#albus #scorpius #scorbus #albus severus x scorpius #albus severus potter #scorpius malfoy #harry potter imagine #cursed child #harry potter and the cursed child #harry potter blurb

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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Lost and Found (Eleven)

Post Monaco! I.... sort of love how this chapter turned out. Tony’s slipping mental stability, James flickering back and forth between being-Bucky and being-WS, a smidge of post adrenaline nekkidness. All good things.

More notes at end of chapter.

MASTERLIST HERE

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The admittedly self inflicted stress of racing in the Grand Prix, the unexpected near death experience by way of electrified whips and the resulting chaos had cost Tony three percent, his heart pounding and forcing the toxin through his vein faster than normal, the concentration of palladium in his blood getting higher every minute, every hour, every damn stressful unending day that he wasn’t sipping a beer in a hammock somewhere sunny and relaxing.

The new suit used way too much power, far too much energy as it assembled around the wearer and Tony would have to work on that. The new suit was too slow, clicking and clacking into place and not as smoothly functioning as the single piece suits and Tony would have to work on that too. He couldn’t have Rhodey running around in a suit that took more than a single minute to assemble, no way would he leave the Colonel vulnerable for even that amount of time. But the suit had worked remarkably well for what Tony wanted to do with James’s arm and in that case he could take the tech and modify it so--

“Tony, are you with us?”

Tony pulled his finger from his mouth with a pop and pressed lightly at the spot of blood from the monitor. There went his mind wandering again, his concentration waning again, ability to multi task stolen by the poison leeching into his brain and central nervous system. He needed to focus, needed to listen, needed to carry on a conversation with both Pepper and the head of Securities Commission for the Monaco Grand Prix because they were both rightfully confused and understandably angry and--

“Tony!”

“I’m with you.” Tony turned from the monitor because the numbers were proving too distracting, turned away from the window because the clamoring crowds outside made his blood pressure sky rocket. “Yeah Pep, I’m listening.”

It was obvious by Pepper’s tone that she knew full well Tony wasn’t in fact listening in the slightest, and Tony grimaced when he heard the tell tale sniff that meant he was already getting on her last nerve.

Sorry, Pep.

“Now then, I can assure you that neither Stark Industries as a company nor myself or Mr. Stark as individuals had any idea that our presence here would bring a whip wielding maniac to the track. To be quite honest, you suggesting that we somehow invited this sort of trouble is the height of rudeness.”

Pepper was a godsend when it came to dealing with… well, dealing with everything. Privately she was always ready to take Tony to task for his recklessness, but in public she was wholly supportive of Tony’s antics, of Stark Industries’ choices and more recently, of everything Iron Man did. She was amazing, and Tony tried not to smile so big when a torrent of irritated French from the head of security was met with an equally irritated retort from Pepper who had had quite enough of the insinuation that Iron Man had hoped for a baddie just for a chance to show off his new toys.

“If I could butt in for a second?” Damn his chest hurt today, and Tony rubbed at it gingerly. “I just wanted to drive the fast car. Had no intention of inviting any sort of trouble. I just wanted to hear the engines go vroom vroom. Also I’d like to point out that I am here on vacation. I have my own personal bodyguard for my own personal issues. Maybe your security commission shouldn’t have let someone with a fake badge and a clear issue with authority close enough to slice and dice cars.”

The man exploded on the other end of the line and Tony held the phone away from his ear so he didn’t have to listen anymore.

It was a pointless conversation anyway, one that would go round and round and shift blame when no one was to blame. No one knew exactly what had happened out there on the road. The security commission had no idea who the intruder was and neither did Pepper and Tony. JARVIS had been closely monitoring any and all attempts to replicate either his armor or the arc reactor and the closest anyone had gotten to even moderately successful had been Justin Hammer’s disastrous experiments, so this had been completely unexpected.

The arc reactor Tony had torn from the guy’s chest was almost a perfect replica of the one above his own heart. The measured output of power was lower than Tony’s piece, but still impressive for a knock off. The harness and connected whips were a little ostentatious and villain-y for Tony’s taste, but he couldn’t really say that out loud when he was flying around in hot rod red and brilliant metallics, right?

They didn’t even know the stranger’s name-- he wasn’t talking, wasn’t making eye contact. Honestly could barely even breathe after the punch James had thrown and that was something else Tony had to think about but couldn’t think about without feeling like he might break down into hysterics--

--had James really grabbed that whip with a bare hand, or had Tony been so heart eyed at having the soldier come to his rescue that he hadn’t been paying attention?

“Tony, are you paying attention?”

“Yeah, Pep. I’m here.” The conversation turned to numbers of wounded and the devastating deaths of a few that served as collateral damage in the mad man’s rampage. Who was going to cover the six and seven figures worth of damage? What about the lost opportunities of drivers who had trained for years? What about the potential law suits from the spectators? The celebrities and dignitaries now furious with Monaco for allowing them to be put in so much danger? The damage to the Grand Prix’s reputation that took years to earn and was so quickly shattered in one reckless moment? They could be sure Stark Industries and any related personnel would be banned from the Grand Prix in the upcoming years if this was the mayhem they would bring to France!

And then Pepper with her rebuttal, somehow both soothing and cutting as she allowed the head of security to rant and rave and then effortlessly negated every point he made while laying down promises Stark Industries would have to write checks to uphold.

Tony couldn’t focus on that, couldn’t even hardly follow the conversation. He spoke French fluently but he spoke Aostan French like his Mama had and it was far different than the stilted French being shouted over the phone now. Aostan French spoken in Maria’s lilting accent and bussed onto Tony’s cheek as a bambino along with a kiss and a promise in Italian of sweets as soon as Howard wasn’t looking so long as Tony was a good boy, sei un bravo ragazzo mio figlio, sei un bravo ragazzo e ti amo.

Mama.

Tony had been thinking about his parents a lot lately, had thought about them in Afghanistan when he had been so sure he would die, again when Obadiah had laughed in his face and tried to crush his head between the Iron Monger’s palms, again when the first of the palladium had bled black around his heart and Tony collapsed out of a suit and onto the floor sure he was having a heart attack.

Maria had been warm and soft, Howard bitter and sharp edged, Maria combing her hair in the mirror and letting Tony play with her fancy vanity sets, Howard cursing under his breath when he found Tony singing and dancing in Maria’s too large high heels. Maria whispering encouragement as Tony picked out tunes on the piano, Howard never encouraging, never smiling, always pushing.

Damn his chest hurt today, and Tony tried and failed to get his mind back online as he pushed at the arc reactor until the metal edges dug into his palm, tried and failed to focus on the conversation after Pepper said the words ‘public apology’, tried and failed to simply think when his entire body felt stretched to its limit, head pounding and heart pounding and temples pounding and so badly needing to sleep, to rest, to be held that Tony didn’t know if he could even manage standing for a single minute more--

A quiet knock at the door, and before Tony could scream that he was not to be disturbed, that he could not handle another anything right fucking now, James stepped into the hotel room and shut the door firmly behind him.

Oh.

The soldier looked every bit as frantic as Tony felt, pale eyes wild and hair rumpled like he’d been tugging at it, clothes still stained from the fight on the raceway. James was chewing at his bottom lip and Tony unconsciously mirrored the motion, silver fingers were clenching and unclenching then plucking at a shirt hem anxiously and Tony bit the inside of his cheek until it bled when James just stood there and stared at him.

“I can assure you I am not making light of your concerns, however it is not Stark Industries duty to apprehend--”

Pepper was still talking and the phone slipped down from Tony’s ear to his side as he looked the soldier over and felt the overwhelming need to simply rest transform into something else entirely, weakening his knees and loosening his frame as James took one and then two steps forward.

“We should talk?” Tony muttered barely audible over the phone conversation. “About me being Iron Man and what happened out there? We should talk, right?”

“Don’t really wanna talk yet.” James took another step forward and waited, left hand turned palm out and almost reaching for Tony with an expression half wary half pleading, looking for all the world like he was well on his way to meeting Tony at a mutual breaking point. “Do you wanna talk?”

Soft and Brooklyn, slow and syrupy warm, fear and anxious turning to ready and want with nothing more than a step forward and a brush of fingers and Tony sucked in a shocked breath when James was suddenly on him, looming over him, pushing him back into the wall and grabbing him by the waist and clutching him tight.

“Jesus Christ Tony.” James ground out, left hand at Tony’s cheek, up into his hair and then down to rest at the base of his neck. “Dunno what the hell just happened out there, or who that was with those whips or what the fuck is goin’ on but I was so damn scared for you--”

--the words fell apart in a groan when their mouths met in a hard kiss, Tony’s head falling back and lips parting to make room for Jame’s tongue when the soldier tapped at his jaw impatiently and pushed forward to taste deeper, to pin Tony to the wall harder and take everything the pretty brunette was willing to give.

Tony grabbed at James’s shoulders, scraped across an impossibly wide back and tried to quiet a whimper when he felt where steel muscles fell into steel pieces, thick scars through the thin shirt, and heated skin against cold metal. “James.” Fingers at the collar of his shirt and then down to the buttons and Tony jerked and gasped when James shredded the material between his fingers with nothing more than a quick yank.

“Fuck.” James broke the kiss so he could stare, throat clicking dry when he swallowed and spread his palm out to cover the arc reactor and the black lines branching out from behind it. “This the thing? The one that powers your heart and the one that guy had? Same thing?”

“Same thing.” Tony nodded, grimacing away when he saw the black lines even from beneath James’s big hand. “Yeah it’s-- don’t uh, don’t look-- I’m a mess right here, James. Don’t--”

“You’re a mess?” James tucked his head into Tony’s shoulder and shuddered through an unsteady breath, shoulders curving in over Tony’s frame like he was trying to shield him, trying to protect him. “I’m shakin’, Tony. Dunno know why I’m so scared but damn it, you almost died out there. Don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.”

“You don’t remember enough about your life to know that for sure.” It was a morbid joke but Tony made it anyway, breathing a soft laugh and turning his nose into James’s hair, winding his fingers into the thick mess and tugging at it until James looked up enough to give him a kiss, and then another, and another so Tony could moan and drag his teeth along the soldier’s bottom lip. Finally finally James gave him the tiniest smile, bumped their noses and chased the kiss until it turned long and languid, punctuated by the still near frantic grip at Tony’s waist and the flex of steel fingers over his heart.

“Does it hurt?” James swept his mouth along the line of Tony’s jaw until his breath puffed hot in Tony’s ear. “Are you hurt?”

“Little bit.” Tony admitted, soft and uncertain and unused to telling anyone he was anything less than always fine, he was always fine but right now he was hurt and it felt good to actually say it. “Yeah I-- I’m hurt. Little bit.”

James gathered him up tighter and Tony wet his lips, faces so close he could almost trace James’s mouth with his tongue if he leaned in just a scant inch. “Will you--” he licked his lips again. “...make it better for me?”

“Make it better for you.” James echoed, and the tilt of his mouth was sinful and promising and relieved because he so clearly needed to be as close with Tony as Tony needed to be with him. “I’ll make it better for you, baby.”

Baby.

Christ, when was the last time anyone had called Tony a pet name, a sweet name, anything other than Tony or Stark or reckless?

“Make it better for you, baby.” James said again, halfway groaned the words as he shifted his weight so he was pushing right into Tony, tore the rest of Tony’s shirt away and yanked his own up and off his shoulders so the next time they kissed it was just skin on skin, steel fingers over the cold blue reactor, lips and teeth and stuttered gasps, Tony crying a muffled yes against Jame’s tongue when grasping hands hooked into his belt and shoved his pants down.

“Still wet from last night?” James panted into Tony’s ear, holding him steady so Tony could kick out of the trousers and rub naked against the soldier’s tight jeans. “Huh? Still fuckin’ dripping’ from me?”

“Shit.” Tony choked on a curse when James ran two fingers careful careful at his rim, the unexpected filth from the soldier stunning him speechless.“Oh-h-hh---”

“C’mere.” Up and Tony was suddenly off the ground several feet, James hefting him with nothing more than a quiet grunt and directing Tony’s legs right around his waist so there was a better angle to touch and feel and swear when Tony shuddered and clenched and dripped wet onto Jame’s hand. “Ah hell, sugar you feel so good.”

“F--fu--” Tony couldn’t even get a word out, not when the anxiety and terror of the day was currently dialing down to the singular pressure of James at his hole, when every beat of his heart made his cock twitch and leak against James’s washboard abs. “James.”

The first push in was breathtaking, body blanking, the too soon stretch nearly painful but the fullness altogether perfect and Tony’s mind shut down, his body went pliant and loose and every nerve centered in on his core and James throbbing inside him.

“God.” Tony’s head lolled back and James followed it with a line of kisses up his throat, mouthing at his pulse and digging in teeth enough to light sparks behind Tony’s eyelids. “James please-- please--” he was stuck, pinned, almost helpless on top of James and he loved it-- he loved it-- so much about his life was out of control right now but this? This was helpless but still control and this was pinned and held but still power because James was shaking against him and whispering broken, “Tony Tony Tony” into his hair, pushed just as close to the edge as Tony was just because they were together.

“M-make it better.” He stammered and James moved rough and fast inside him, scraping Tony’s back up the wall and printing bruises at his ass with a too tight grip. Tony hooked into James’s long hair and brushed it forward until it hid their faces, let the big soldier curl into him and there were soft words that felt out of place with the brutal strokes and whimpers pushed from their mouths with each thrust that bottomed out inside Tony’s center. Quiet pleas for more and yes and harder, James, harder and a hoarse answer, a shaken head-- don’t ask me to hurt you Tony, I can’t, I won’t-- and tears in Tony’s eyes that he tried to shut away and blink back because vulnerability shouldn’t be so scary and being held shouldn’t be such a relief, and he bit his lip raw until James sealed their mouths together to take the hurt away.

When they finished-- first Tony spilling between their bodies and then James following after-- when they finished, it was all too much and Tony hid in James’s bulk, folded in on himself as best he could with James still spreading him open, slumped onto the wall and rubbed his hands at his eyes and James muttered hot and desperate, “You scared th’hell outta me sweetheart. Don’t ever do nothin’ like that again.”

“Maybe you just make sure you’re there to save me.” was all Tony managed in return, not snarky but almost asking, not sarcasm but begging, and James nodded and just held Tony all the tighter.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there.”

I got you.

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Pepper wanted to leave immediately, wanted Tony to pack up and meet her down at the car in no more than an hour and so help her God, if he ever hung up on a three way call when she was trying to convince an entire country to not sue the hell out of Stark industries….

“I’ll be downstairs in an hour.” Tony had told her and James took that as his cue to leave.

A quick good-bye kiss at the hall that ended with Tony blushing beautifully, and James staying just a moment with his hand flattened to the closed door for sentiments sake, and then the soldier turned on his heel and sauntered towards the elevators that would take him downstairs again. He’d never even got his overnight bag up to the hotel room, hadn’t even seen the inside of the no doubt lavish room Tony had rented for him and now all he cared about was getting back on the plane and back to Malibu-- back to home.

When had he started thinking of Malibu as home? Of Tony as the man he--

… … …wait.

… …stop.

…danger.

An average bystander wouldn’t have noticed the half stutter in James’s walk, most special agents and operatives wouldn’t have caught his eyes darting just briefly to the left. There were very few people at all that could have identified the exact second James stopped being James and tapped into something instinctive and horrifying deep in his psyche.

It wasn’t even a second. It was a click click click and he acted lightning fast, snatched a body from behind a corner and threw it into an adjoining wall, closed silver fingers around a too delicate neck and squeezed.

“My oh my.” Natalie hung a terrifying foot and a half off the floor in James’s grip with both hands wrapped around an immovable wrist, stared into ghostly eyes and still had the audacity to smirk, “Is this how you treat Stark when you have him in this position?”

James leaned in close and growled, words coming bitten off and hard edged Russian as he snarled, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Natalie snapped, green eyes flickering with a breath of fear before steeling in stubbornness. “You sure remember the Russian thing, hm? ty sobirayesh'sya ubit' menya seychas, soldat?”

“I do not know what that means.” James hissed, and the red head laughed at him, mocked him to retort, “Yes, yes you fucking do.”

“Why are you pretending to be a secretary?” James ignored the clang of memory and almost answers in his head and squeezed tighter at the spy’s jugular. “What are you planning for Tony and Ms. Potts?”

“You know, the least you could do is remember me.” Natalie was whispering now, the words soft from her bruising throat. “You put a bullet through me, nearly killed me.”

“I do not remember the faces I let walk away.” the soldier rumbled. “I only remember the ones I saw between the crosshairs.”

Natalie blinked in poorly disguised surprise, and James flickered, flinched as a sea of faces swam through his mind all at once. “No, that’s not right, I--” it was almost eerie the way his voice tipped between nearly robotic to heartbreakingly unsure, a thread of New York when James was himself, muttering to himself in Russian when he struggled-- “YA ne ... net, eto ne ya. It’s not me--”

“You remember.” Natalie found the wall behind her with one foot and braced herself. “I know you do. This is just an act. You are pretending and I see right through you.”

“Not--” James grimaced like his head hurt. “Not pretending I just don’t-- don’t remember a whole lot of anything these days.”

“Mm.” Natalie planted a tiny foot at James’s chest and the soldier was too lost in his own head to notice. “Count your blessings, then.”

It was one two three steps up the soldier’s chest, and Natalie scaled him using the wall as leverage, wrapped her thighs around his neck and threw James to the ground with her legs tight at his throat and rapidly cutting off his air.

James hissed out a pained breath and grabbed onto her feet to wrench them apart, rolled on the floor when Natalie damn near broke his neck when she clamped down tight and snapped out a piano wire between her hands to get under his chin.

“Fuck--!” Both hands at Natalie’s thighs and James jerked--- snap the femur, drive the bone through her skin, puncture the femoral artery, shock and trauma contributes to death, bleed out in less than five minutes, faster if I snap her neck-- and froze.

...Natalie stopped when the soldier did, the piano wire falling lax between her fingers.

“You really don’t remember anything.” she stated warily, suspiciously, her heart sinking the longer James hesitated with those dangerous hands at her legs. “Or at least you aren’t who I think you are. Otherwise you would have killed me right now.”

James tapped into his strength just enough to push the redhead off, rolled to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets to give Natalie space to stand up as well.

“Alright then.” Natalie adjusted her hair and smoothed down the short skirt of her red dress. “That’s-- this is interesting, but I can adjust.”

“You’re trying to hurt Tony and Ms. Potts.” James dug his fingers into his own thigh until it stung, forcing his mind to stay focused and sharp instead of wildly spinning from the intake of Russian and violence. “Not gonna let that happen.”

“I promise you, I’m not trying to hurt anyone.” Natalie inched away a few steps, knowing full well her escape from death at the hands of the Winter Soldier might only be a temporary reprieve. “I can’t tell you why I’m here right now, and I know for certain the old you would take that as a threat, but I am not a threat.”

She hesitated, then conceded with a tiny smile, “At least, I am not a threat to anyone you currently care about, and so long as you keep your distance, I will not be a threat to you.”

Natalie knew things and James could see that plain as day. But he could also see that she was telling the truth-- meaning no harm but also ready to take no shit and he finally swallowed and backed up a few steps of his own as a conciliatory measure.

Don’t test me, I won’t test you.

“You know who I am?” he asked quietly, half desperately, zeroing in on the only words that seemed to make any sense. “Who I used to be?”

“I don’t know who you are right now.” Natalie was careful to answer simply, honestly. “I know pieces of who you were at one time, but nothing more than a name of who you were before then.”

“You know my name?” James hunched his shoulders and shuffled his feet. “My real name? Who I was before all of--” a vague gesture towards his left arm and then to his head.

“Yes.” Natalie was breaking every one of Fury’s rules, betraying the trust of someone else she had only recently began to call friend, but she nodded anyway. “Yes, I know your real name. Who you were before you lost your arm.”

“Tell me.”

And Natalie took a deep breath, backed up another step just in case and whispered, “Your name is James. I swear it. Your real name is James.”

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The plane ride back home to Malibu was tense, Pepper switching between talking on the phone and talking at Tony about what had happened, Natalie being purposefully, conspicuously quiet in her own seat and James equally as purposefully, conspicuously quiet in his spot on the low couch along the back wall of the jet.

“Pep, I need you to listen to me.” Tony rubbed at his temples wearily when Pepper kept right on talking. “No, wait. You and I need to talk about a few things and I’ve been keeping it from you but I’m running out of time so--”

Natalie’s head snapped up curiously, but Pepper raised a hand to cut Tony off. “No, Tony I need you to listen to me. We cannot continue on like this! You are getting increasingly reckless and it has to stop! I know you’re happy I took over the company but I can’t keep doing my old job of babysitting you and also the new job of all of this and then also--”

“Alright.” Tony stood up and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m-- I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m asking too much of you.”

“God, Tony.” Pepper wiped at a stray tear and pulled him back so she could kiss his cheek. “I love you dearly, but I need you to not be you for just a few weeks until all of this settles down, okay? Please?”

“Not be me for a few weeks.” Tony nodded like he would still be around in a few weeks. “Yep. I can do that. I’ll do that. I promise.”

“Thank you.” Pepper patted at his hand. “Okay um-- you have to go to that luncheon okay? I know we won’t set down in Malibu until close to three am but at eleven am you have to be perky and presentable and appropriate for the congratulatory luncheon at the gardens, do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” Tony crossed his heart, and finally Pepper smiled. “I promise, I’ll be there. Fully dressed, fully sober, all of that. Promise.”

“Thank you.” Pepper took a long drink of her wine, then inclined her head towards James on the couch. “Go sit by someone who won’t mind your brand of shenanigans.”

“Sure, Pep.”

James didn’t scoot over when Tony came to sit by him, only lay his arm along the back of the couch in an open, obvious invitation for Tony to cuddle right up close. Tony debated it for a second, two seconds before finally sitting and inching closer and then closer again until he could lean his head onto James’s shoulder and let all the weariness drain right out of his body.

It was nice not to have to hide, nice to feel the warmth pouring off James and know it was okay to snuggle even closer and no one else would look twice in their direction.

Is this what it could have been like for years if Tony hadn’t been so far back in the closet, so afraid of the tabloids and the disapproval from beyond the grave?

“Wanna be my plus one at a luncheon tomorrow?” Tony’s head hurt, but that was nothing knew. He was thinking about Pepper and thinking about Monaco and thinking about changes to James’s arm and thinking about his upcoming birthday party he’d forgotten to cancel because it was a standing blow out bash every year no matter what and based on the RSVP’s pouring into J’s system, not even Afghanistan had dissuaded the usual hangers-on and party seekers.

His head hurt and there was too much going on to concentrate, but when James reached for his hand and wound their fingers together, Tony’s mind snapped into single minded focus, wholly delighted with how James’s callouses felt against his palm.

“I’ll be your plus one, Tony.” Something about James was different and Tony didn’t quite know what it was. The soldier seemed more settled and while Tony wanted to think it was because of their wall activities, he knew it had to be something more.

Maybe James would tell him later.

“A luncheon could be fun.” James continued and Tony chuckled softly-- “I don’t know if it’s fun. It’s the un-official promotion party for the new Secretary of Defense. He had a shin dig in Washington but he has a house out in Malibu, so he wants a party there too. It will be a lot of fancy suits and uptight small talk and horribly undersized hor dourves. It’s only fun with the right company.”

Tony pressed at James’s hand meaningfully, and was rewarded with a soft kiss on his hair.

“So who’s the new Secretary of Defense?”

“Alexander Goodwin Pierce.” Tony popped the P of the word. “Nobel Peace Prize nominee, head of some pretty intense committees, in at least a dozen different photos with my dad and various presidents. Nice guy.”

“Alright then.” James-- because he was James, he was. That was his name and now he knew it for sure. James shifted closer and smiled down into Tony’s dark eyes. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

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SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THE CHAPTER! {loved all the comments on the last one, thanks to everyone who does interact with the fic, you guys make me so happy!}

Chapter Notes:

Aostan French is spoken in Aosta Valley, Italy, established as the official language in 1561. Schools teach both Italian and French equally and it is highly likely Maria Carbonell would speak that specific dialect vs the more formal French.

* sei un bravo ragazzo e ti amo-- you are a good boy, (son) and I love you

* ty sobirayesh'sya ubit' menya seychas, soldat-- are you going to kill me now, soldier?

Why I love this chapter-- all the long sentences that show both Tony and James processing too much information all at once, the way Tony is physically and mentally slipping as opposed to James who is finding more and more of himself every day. Same symptoms of shared trauma but Tony is heading down the path towards death while James is fighting his way back towards living.

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Stranger (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Fluff, College!AU

Summary: While at a party you were forced to attend, you meet a mysterious stranger having fun by himself in the corner.

Inspo: A Tiktok by Designer_eyebags that has suddenly disappeared, it was too cute for me not to write honestly.

Word count: 2,476

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: When I tell you I'm a sucker for casual Todo esp Todo in a beanie?? Ded

College!AU for Todoroki finally! It was honestly about time! Though, I feel like I could’ve done better with it, I wasn’t really sure where I wanted to take it so I just let it take me I guess? But I think it's still pretty cute, so that's gotta count for something, right?

I've got another Baku scenario planned, and then a Midoriya one right after that (or I might reverse the order since I have the beginning of the Midoriya one written already). Also thanks again for 300 followers! Yall might be getting a surprise at 400, depends on when I finish these next few scenarios.

Buy me a coffee?

I don't want to be here at this party, but Ochaco told me I need to loosen up. And she's tired of me whining about how single I am. "Then do something about it!" she exclaimed, "Get out there and find someone! You won't meet anyone if you stay in the same rut!" She's lucky, she already has a boyfriend. At first glance, he's a complete pushover, but he seems to be a social person. At least, social enough to have friends who host dorm parties, apparently. So here I am, in a stranger's dorm with colored lights and obnoxiously loud music.

The funniest thing about this entire party, though, is this random person I've been watching. The music in the room is bumping to some EDM tracks, but this guy's having a blast in the corner of the room. He's off in his own world, headphones on, swaying and mouthing the lyrics to whatever's playing, which might be more melodious judging by how much slower his head nods are.

Honestly, relatable.

I would've thought he was just drunk or on some really good drugs, but his movements are structured enough to show he still has coordination. I'll admit, the way he's dancing around like no one's watching is pretty endearing. He seems like a pretty fun guy to be around, I should go talk to him. Ochaco abandoned me for her boyfriend, and this is my way of finding someone else, I guess.

I approach him slowly. It would be a stupid idea to tap on his shoulder and interrupt him, I don't really want to break his flow. I settle for standing by quietly, close enough for him to notice I'm staring right at him, but far enough so I don't break up his single-man party.

It takes him a while to notice me. The music bleeding from his white headphones even in this loud environment tells me he's really trying to drown everyone else out. His eyes are closed as his had bobs around, silently mouthing the lyrics to a familiar Top 40's song I've heard on the radio. His casual outfit consists of black jeans, a half-white-half-black hoodie over a black T-shirt, gray Converse, and a matching beanie. His hair on the side facing me is scarlet red, but from his movements, I can see the other side is snow white.

My lips quirk into a small smile as I continue to watch him entertain himself. I probably look like a creep, just watching some other weirdo doing their thing in the corner. I can't help it, he looks absolutely adorable, not to mention just a smidge familiar.

His eyes open for a brief moment just so he can blink and he double takes at me, freezing up and jolting backward. He slides the headphones down around his neck and looks around before scratching his head. "Hi... " he offers a slight wave. "Was I bothering you?"

Now that he fully faces me, I notice he has two different colored eyes, and his features are sharply handsome, contrasting the staple casual soft-boy aesthetic of his outfit and his awkward speech. "Not at all," I shrug, collecting my thoughts, "You seem like you're having the time of your life, so I thought I'd join you."

A slight blush coats his cheeks as he buries his hands in his jeans pockets. "I apologize. Perhaps what I was doing was distracting and inappropriate."

He's so prim and proper, it's adorable. "No worries, no one was staring other than me," I assure him, leaning against the wall. "So, why are you jamming all alone over here instead of being with your friends?"

"Ah, my roommate is spending time with his girlfriend right now, I don't really want to pry into their business." He scratches the back of his neck nervously.

I sigh. "Yeah, same here. Your roommate wouldn't happen to be a Midoriya, would it?"

He blinks. "As a matter of fact, he is."

"Wow, small world." That really is a coincidence. Can't say I was expecting to meet the roommate of my best friend's boyfriend, let alone find him alluring in some way.

The boy is silent for a moment. "Honestly, I'm sleepy, but I lost the key to my room, so I have to wait for Midoriya. I don't even have my wallet, unfortunately." He fingers one side of the headphones. "This is the only way to keep myself awake and occupied until he's ready to leave."

"I'd say you have guts to be listening to your own music at a party. You must have a pretty great playlist."

He tilts his head to the side. "I'm just not fond of this sort of music, it nauseates me."

"I feel that. This, in general," I motion to all the happenings around us, "Isn't really my scene. I'd rather be in my dorm alone."

He nods in agreement. "Me too. If it wasn't for me losing my dorm key, I would have already gone back."

Now that I've called attention to it, we really have drowned out the world around us, as if there was a bubble and I just popped it to return us to the present. There's this magnetism between us to keep to ourselves, despite the awkwardness of this being our first encounter.

I kick off from the wall and face him. "If you wanna hurry out of here, we can go somewhere else to talk. Or if you wanna go eat, I can pay for you, it's no big deal."

For the first time in our conversation, he turned to look at me head-on. "Really?" he cocks an eyebrow, "We've only just met, do trust me that much?"

I offer an amiable smile. "You seem like someone I'd like to get to know."

We walk into the darkness of campus at night, talking about nothing in particular. Whatever random question that popped into my mind was whatever I asked him. He's a quiet one, very hesitant about opening up and answering my questions more than what I've asked. I guess I like how mysteriously awkward he is, it's cute. Normally, I'm not one to talk either, but when it comes to someone who's even less of a talker than me, I take the lead just to make them comfortable.

His name is Shouto Todoroki, he's in the same year as me, a business major because his father wants him to take over the family company. He's the youngest of his siblings, his parents are separated, and he's a cat person.

Finally reaching a diner just a block off campus, I instinctively stroll up to the counter. At first he stands behind me, unsure what to do as he stares at the seat next to me. I eye him with another smile. "I guess you've never sat at the counter before?" At the shake of his head, I pat the stool to my right. "Come on up, it's not that different from sitting in a booth."

Slowly, he hoists himself up onto the seat and rotates over to face me. "Do you come here often?"

"Sort of, I'm alone most of the time. I don't usually come this late though. After my classes, I would come here because I love their burgers. I like sitting here to just do some homework."

The waitress gives us the menu and takes our drink orders. The diner is empty this time of night, save for a group of probably drunk students from our college and a truck driver at the other end of the counter across the room.

"What do you feel like eating?" I ask.

Todoroki's staring at the menu in great thought, holding his chin with one hand. "Maybe a sandwich. Or a pasta dish, I'm not sure yet."

"I think..." I scan over the menu. I'm not that hungry per se, I just wanted to get out of that party with this adorable stranger. "I'm gonna have a bowl of soup. It'll warm me up after being in the cold outside." I rub my cold hands together and tuck them inside the sleeves of my sweater.

The boy glances down at my hands before his cheeks blush slightly. He tries to hide it by rubbing the back of his neck. "Would you like me to...hold them for you? I've been told I have pretty warm hands..."

It's my turn to blush now. "Sure, thanks."

He stretches out his left hand onto the table, tentatively covering my clasped hands. Surprisingly, I find his hand is large, able to surround both of mine entirely. And they're pretty muscular, I'd say. "Your hands are pretty warm," I comment, almost dumbly.

He nods wordlessly in response.

Our shoulders almost brush because of how close I'm leaning to him. I'm close enough to smell his fresh scent coming off his jacket.

The waitress returns with our drinks and startles us into ripping our hands away from each other, bumping shoulders in the process. She takes our orders on her pad before smiling at us. "Aw, you two look so cute together," she coos and walks away before we can correct her.

Suddenly I don't know what I should say now.

"What made you come here one day?" Todoroki asks, his cheeks brushed pink. I appreciate his attempt at making things less awkward.

"I like having comfort food, I guess." I stir the straw in my water. "I get easily overwhelmed and homesick, so I like eating my feelings in a way."

His hands cup his warm mug of tea. "I can't say I agree with that. I wanted to get away from home. It was suffocating there."

"That must be difficult." Out of reflex, I raise my hand to pat his shoulder, stopping myself right before I can touch him. "I'm sorry-"

"I don't mind it," he blurts out quickly. "But only if you're comfortable."

I chuckle at his eagerness and rest my hand there. "We've become somewhat awkward again, huh?"

"Should I ask some questions, then? Since you were doing that earlier."

"Sure, go ahead."

Todoroki's questions were difficult to get out. He didn't ask as many as me since he thought very carefully before asking them. They weren't typical small talk questions you would ask someone you just met; they were thought-provoking, which I admit is something I appreciate way more. His last question was to discuss what would be the most important items to have you were stranded on a space mission with a group of people.

"Why wouldn't you want a flare gun? It could help the home base locate you from the light."

"Yes, normally, but it wouldn't work the same in anti-gravity space," Todoroki explains monotonously. "Though, the force of the shot would at least allow you to propel you in a certain direction if you're floating around aimlessly."

"You have a point. But we agree that rope, oxygen tank, and water are definitely essential for survival."

The waitress sets our food in front of us. Todoroki ended up getting a vegetarian panini just because he didn't really want any meat tonight.

"Will you be satisfied with just that soup?" he eyes my bowl carefully.

I start ripping at the toasted bread on the side and dip one into my tomato soup. "Yeah, I'm not terribly hungry, and I haven't had this soup in a long time."

We eat in a somewhat comfortable silence. I feel like we've gotten to know each other pretty well, but there's still the awkwardness surrounding us. Nothing really told me why he was so familiar to me at the party either. I don't really remember him at any of the previous outings I was forced to attend.

Todoroki puts down his mostly eaten sandwich. "I must...confess something. I-"

"Are you a creepy stalker?" I casually joke, dipping my spoon into the soup.

His face turns blank and the life drains from his eyes. "N-No! Not at-!"

I shove him lightly. "I'm just joking! You look like you've seen a ghost. What is it?"

Color returns to his face as he looks down at his unfinished burger and fries. "I've...been to a couple parties with Midoriya before, and I admit I've seen you already. To say you never caught my attention is a lie. Actually, I...hoped to see you every time he offered me to join him."

I'm frozen in place, my cheeks heating up at the implication. "Does that mean you've taken an interest in me?"

He inhales carefully. "Yes, I have."

"So...you'd like to see me outside of parties then?"

"Yes." He rubs his hands together. "We could even come back here, if you'd like."

"I wouldn't mind that." I avert my eyes away from him, ashamed to be shy like this. "But next time, you're trying a burger here."

His chuckle reminds me of the tinkle of wind chimes, except deeper. "It's a date."

I can't stop myself from smiling, my heart skipping a beat at the word. Wow, I actually found someone decent at a stupid college party.

We finish the rest of our meal in silence again, and I paid as I promised. It felt like we were holding back a secret from everyone else in the diner. We just started dating in the middle of our first meal together, how cute is that?

We leave and start heading back to the dorms, keeping a distance between us. Neither of us really know what to say after a sudden change in relationship status like that.

Todoroki coughs awkwardly. "If you don't mind, I'd like to warm your hands up again. Only if you're okay with it."

That's such a cute way of asking to hold hands, I gush inwardly. I close the distance between us, allowing him to gently grip one of my hands in his. He tucks our joined hands inside his hoodie pocket, pulling me closer to him. It feels like I'm walking on clouds.

He walks me to the front of my building. He'd gotten a text from Midoriya that he's back at their room and will open the door for him when he returns. "Thank you for the meal." His eyes express his gratitude clearly as he stands in front of me. "It was more enjoyable with your company."

"Don't mention it. It was great having someone to talk to." I realize I've unnaturally used my left hand to brush my hair behind my ear because my right hand is still in his pocket. Standing so close to him makes me nervous.

Todoroki lifts our joined hands to place a feather-light kiss on my knuckles. "I look forward to next time," his low voice resonates smooth as butter, eyes boring into mine.

I can't meet them for very long after, breaking eye contact with him sheepishly. "M-Me too."

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 4 years

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Ashe Ubert x Reader [Wishes]

Premise- A special take on the goddess tower event in FE3H. Also a feelz dump because this poor boy deserves to have a moment of peace.

Warning: Plenty of fluff, feelz, and one soft boi below the cut.

Part : (2/2) {Previous}

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Next year never came. Neither did the year after that, or the one following. Instead there was war, strife, pain, and loss. For five years he was on his own, but that changed on the anniversary of the millennium festival. Five years ago, he made a promise alongside his classmates to reunite, and despite everything that had transpired it was fulfilled. He had his doubts when he first encountered Gilbert on the way to Garreg Mach. The monastery was deserted when they approached. The ever-stoic Gilbert appeared doubtful as well, but news of a nearby battle lit a match of hope in them both. By the goddess he needed it more than ever. When they arrived at the scene, the professor alongside his highness were locked in combat. One-by-one his old classmates appeared to fight. He never expected them all to end up like this, but to now know for certain that they were alive was enough. After Gilbert shared what had happened to Dedue while they traveled, he did not know what to do. Mourn? Worry? Now he could have some peace. Ingrid, Felix, Annette, Mercedes, Dimitri, Sylvain, professor Byleth…(Y/N). Everyone somehow survived despite all their scars and finally he could see a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Ashe? What are you doing up here, it’s late,” His thoughts were broken at a new voice. One that he hadn’t heard in years yet knew like the back of his hand. When he turned around in his spot overlooking the monastery a familiar sight from years ago greeted him. Albeit so, said visage wasn’t the same as he remembered.

“Nothing much…just thinking. It’s been so long since I last stood here,” he said. Compared to the last time he was alone with her his voice had matured. Him as a person? Not so much. As he twiddled with his gloves, she moved next to him to also admire the view. She stood confidently at his side and was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her.

“You’re telling me. I remember when you couldn’t even reach the top bookshelves in the library, and now you might give the professor a run for their money,” She reached to ruffle his hair with a lighthearted giggle, and his chest filled itself to the brim with a familiar warmth. Oh, her laugh. Her sweet, chime-like laugh. How long had it been since he heard it? How long had it been since he was this flustered?

“H-h-hey! I’m not the only one who’s grown. Before this you could not cast a single thoron,” He tossed in a teasing remark of his own, and it hit right on it’s mark. She froze and crossed her arms into a pouting stance. He found it endearing until her brows pressed together. Those lips he loved to see pulled into a grin were taught as her posture caved in slightly.

“Well, war kind of forces you to learn I suppose,” She mumbled out, and he felt as if there were suddenly miles of distance between them.

“Yeah…that is true,” Memories of his own struggles resurfaced for a moment. Fighting, visiting his siblings, traveling, mourning, and scavenging for survival all reappeared. Those of not only recent times, but some from early childhood crossed his mind as well. He did not need the professor to teach him how to pick locks; no, desperate times called for desperate measures long before enrolling.

“It’s peaceful here. If I close my eyes it’s almost as if I’m back during our academy days,” He said, and it appeared to capture her attention. She perked out of her entranced state, and the distance seemed to close just a smidge.

“Do you wish we could go back?” She asked him, and a lump caught in his throat. Of course, he wanted to go back. Back to before he lost his family and his friends, but that’s not how time works.

“If I say ‘no’ then I’d be lying haha. I enjoyed being a student here, even though the graduation was a bit speedy,” his laugh was half-hearted, and he knew she could tell. To damper her mood was the last thing he wanted to do. He instead hoped to show her that things would be alright; that they would be alright. Yet, something in him couldn’t lie to her.

“D-do..you?” He internally cursed himself for stuttering, “wish you could go back, I-I mean,” old habits die-hard. She paused, almost as if she were uncertain what was the right answer. It was either that or staying up late into the night had gotten to her. It was hard to focus with the chilly night air nipping at his skin.

“Yes…and no. I’m proud of who I am now despite the things that I have done. I think we are working towards something good. I just have some lingering regrets, you know? There are things that I wish I did differently,” when she spoke it was as if she looked through him, not at him. He assumed that this was a question she’d asked herself many times, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to embrace her. They were close enough that he could sense her warm breath on his skin, and their hands so tauntingly near. Just…some sort of comfort. He wanted to offer something. Anything.

“Oh really, like what?” He blurted out unconsciously, “I-I m-mean if you’re c-comfortable telling me. I don’t mean to pry,” Why was he tongue-tied now of all times? Wasn’t five years of rehearsing this reunion enough preparation to not embarrass himself?

“You’re fine. Trust me, that’s nothing compared to what Sylvain has asked me so far,” she clasped his forearm in reassurance. What had Sylvain asked her about? No, it wasn’t his business to gossip.

“For one, I wish I paid attention to the professor’s lectures more, specifically defense day. They were right, you really can’t rely on ward spells to protect from long-range,” as she spoke her left hand reached to clasp her right wrist. It intrigued him, and she must have noticed his drifting gaze. Albeit apprehensive, she slowly rolled up the sleeve of her coat to reveal an old scarred-over arrow wound. As it was his area of expertise, he could see that it had healed from a poison affliction as well.

“That looks painful…” He whispered, and she pulled her sleeve back down. What had she been through? Was it anything like he had? Worse?

“Seems I had to learn the hard way haha,” she then leaned up against one of the many pillars aligning the walls “and uhm, I suppose I regret that we left here so soon”

“Here? “He asked and gestured to the tower around him.

“Yeah. You probably don’t remember but we stayed up here the night of the millennium ball,” she said followed by a longing sigh. The wind blew once again causing her to shiver, and he immediately moved to unbutton his own coat.

“Remember? How could I possibly forget? I stepped on so many girls’ feet that night, it was a disaster” When he handed it to her, she hesitated, but still took it much to his delight. That’s when it felt as if they were young again, and that trademark snigger of hers arose.

“You weren’t too shabby from what I saw,” her chuckles battled against the loud whistling of the wind. His coat hung over her shoulders, and it was clearly not her size. Yet, it flattered. Everything she wore did. His clothing suited her so well that he wished it were a sight he’d see more often.

“R-really? But I even tripped on you!” He choked out. Why did she always have to tease him?

“So? That was one of the best dances I could ask for…I had a lot of fun with you Ashe. It’s not often that we get a moment of peace as you know,” She pulled his coat tighter around her, and tied the sleeve in place around her front. Moonlight beamed into the room which caused their shadows to intermingle. He remained silent as she swung her arms around her front and pushed off the pillar to approach him.

“Ah forget it. We have more important things to think about right now than memories,” his own frown grew evident at her defeated tone. He wanted to think about those memories. They had a future, and he needed to show her that. He needed to help before it was too late.

“W-would…would you…” he hesitated. Was this the right move?

“Would I what?” She asked. Her head tilted to the side, and her tired eyes scoured him. Yes, this was right. It had to be.

“Would you like to finish our dance,” He extended his arm out to her. For a moment she appeared confused and took a step back. The dim light revealed her off guard disposition, but it disappeared as he took another step forward.

“Now? Like this?” She breathed out in skepticism. Maybe he shouldn’t have done this? It’s been so long, what if he wasn’t the one that she needed now? What if…no. Her hand hovered out vaguely from her side. He was almost there.

“Y-yes. I k-know it’s not the best time. I…also know you could get a much better partner. Someone who won’t step on your toes,” his nerves made his voice tremble “but I also t-treasure the memory of that night, and if you’ll have me then I’d love to dance with you again,” There, he said it. Despite the tremors shaking his form it was a small success. The soft grin she gave him only proved it, and his legs shook.

“Of course I would, but are you sure? It’s been so long, maybe you have three left feet this time,” She reached for his hand and gently kicked his foot. He did it.

“Please. Nothing would make me happier,” This time he leaned forward and grasped her other hand. She eagerly took it and led him to the same stance as before. His shoulders shook in anticipation, or was it from anxiety? He might not have three feet, but he sure danced like he did.

“Well now how can I say no to that? Same song?” She asked.

“I-if it’s no trouble, then yes. I would like to hear it again,” and just like that he was sixteen again. Yong, promising, and of course cloddish.

Wise men say only fools rush in

But I cannot help falling in love with you

Shall I stay, would it be a sin?

If I can’t help falling in love with you

Her hum tendered his heart. Her laugh made him giddy. Her smile never failed to brighten his day. As he held her in his arms these are the thoughts that filled his head. Unlike the last time they were together he could not bring himself to let his mind wander. He wanted to. For so long he was haunted by possibilities of the unknown. There was so much uncertainty that at one point he did not know what calm felt like. Until…now. For once he didn’t feel as if the world was crumbling beneath his feet.

Like a river flows

Surly to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Somethings are meant to be

What was this feeling? He couldn’t tear his eyes from her countenance. At some point she managed to wiggle her way deeper into his arms. Her head laid against his shoulder as they swayed, and he could feel the vibrations of her voice against his neck. Could she hear his pulse? If so then it apparently wasn’t an issue. Shakily he pulled one of his hands to lace it into her hair. Was this okay? Her unexpected move to wrap both arms around his waist supported it, and he readily wrapped his other arm around her shoulders.

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

She’s not gone. His family is safe, and his friends are back. For so long it was like war stuck him into a void where there was no escape. They might not be in the clear just yet but that’s not what matters. He no longer has to wonder what could have been or think that he failed his loved ones. This time he can do something. He can still protect them and fight for what he believes in. The goddess willed him to return and he couldn’t be more grateful for what met him. There was still a chance for Fargus, for Fodlan, and there was still a chance for him to right one of his own regrets. As he clutched her tighter to his form it was like he transcended to a new chapter of his life. One where things won’t turn out in shambles.

Like a river flows

Surly to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

The coat he had given her slipped from her shoulders, startling them both. The noise caused her to pull back in shock, but with a sheepish shrug from her they continued. This time he twirled her and had to suppress laugh when she stumbled mid-spin. Who’s the klutz now? He wondered what it would be like to spend the rest of his life like this. Working in the day and returning to a loving family. His dream was to become a knight, but what about beyond that? If he were to survive this war…then what? He spun her again, and in doing so she pulled him forward. What was she thinking?

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I…can’t help…falling in love with you

Suddenly a chord struck within him. He had spent five years yearning to relive this moment; this feeling. This was what he missed. She was his chance at the future he desired but didn’t deserve. Before he could tell himself otherwise his lips were already against her forehead. She didn’t reject it to his joy. Her skin was soft despite it seeing so many battles, and as he pulled away, he couldn’t bring himself to meet her gaze. Instead he rested his own forehead against hers.

“Ashe?” Her sickeningly indulgent voice broke the silence. That’s when his eyelids felt like lead. What…oh goddess what did he just do?! His heart skipped a beat at the realization, and he pulled her away at forearms length. Surprise was evident on her face, but he was certain that his own mortification stood out on his own.

“Oh goddess, I-I-I’m s-so sorry! I don’t know what c-came over me! I completely understand if you’re angry, it’s just that today has been full of so many surprises, you know? I l-let it get the better of me, and self-control has not been my best friend lately- “

She pulled him back in for a rough kiss, and after a moment he gladly recuperated. It was obvious that neither of them had any experience as her teeth clinked against his own. It was short, unrefined, and Sylvain would most likely laugh at his lack of finesse. When they broke away, he noticed that her hands had cupped his chin, and his own clung to her waist.

“wha…?” How did breathing work again?

“Ashe, it’s alright. You are alright,” Her lips parted with every breath she took. Hands gripped his face gently, and one of her thumbs traced the freckles adorning his cheek. What did he look like right now?

“You’re…not upset with me?” He said, shame evident in his voice. He never wanted to touch her without her consent. If this broke up the friendship that they just renewed, he wouldn’t know what to do.

“Of course not, you goof. Do you have any idea how much I missed you? I thought my feelings were obvious!” Her voice grew louder at the declaration. She loved him.

“You…love me?” His eyes bugged out when she nodded, “I never thought I would be so lucky. From our time as students to this day, when I am by your side, I’m given hope for the future” The thoughts he had been holding back for so long rolled off his tongue. He was finally being honest with himself.

“Ashe, are you saying what I think your saying?” Her words came out incomprehensible yet clear as day.

“Please, before you do anything please let me finish,” He clutched both her hands within his own tightly to steel himself. She ogled him in the same disbelief he felt when she appeared on the battlefield earlier that day.

“I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to be there for every important moment. Every smile. Every hardship,” he breathed a quivering sigh, “I know I’m just a commoner and nothing special. I know I don’t have a crest or a prestigious family legacy. And I’ve done things I’m not proud of. But if you’d be willing to look past all that…I also know that we’d be great together,” This was it. There was no going back, and he honestly could say that he had no regrets. One glimpse at her starstruck expression melted him. The moon shone valiantly on them both, highlighting her features. Everyone else was long asleep, and he did not want to go another day where he would wonder which of the people he loved would disappear.

“What I mean to say is…I love you and I want to marry you,” Silence. The grip she had on his hands was tense. He didn’t have a ring, but she knew he was serious. The crease in her brow showed that she was deep in thought.

“Before I say anything, are you sure? We have such a long road ahead of us and spending it with you would make me so happy. So, so, so happy. It’s just that…” her voice trailed off.

“That?” he repeated.

“What if something happens? I love you Ashe. I want to spend my life with you no matter where we go or how long we live. Yet, we’re also fighting every day. If I were to die, then I don’t want to leave you a widow,” She had the same thoughts as him. If he were to die, then he would want her to live on happily. To enter a relationship now would be putting them both at a disadvantage, especially if the enemy learned of them. They were members of the core team and were targets. He wouldn’t let that stop him though. This time it was his turn to caress her cheek, and oh did it feel natural to do.

“(Y/N), you have given me dreams for the future beyond this war. Married or not I will love you, and you’re right, things are uncertain right now. On the battlefield I will always worry about if you’re safe, and for the past five years I have constantly wondered if you were out there somewhere,” He shuddered as the pain he felt when Lanato passed resurfaced. That fate could have been hers; he could have never seen her again. Once again, he leaned in close enough for their noses to touch.

“I want to fight at your side and be your partner through this, so…will you be my wife?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “Ashe I would love to be your wife,” that’s all he needed. He kissed her again and compared to before it was much more tender.

“R-really!? You’re serious? Am I dreaming?” When they separated the tower filled with his nervous babbling.

“You really feel the same way about me…Sorry, I’m kind of giddy. This doesn’t feel real. To go from a life of stealing on the streets to marrying a wonderful person like you,” as he gazed at her he saw the world. He wondered what his siblings would think when they met. He could have a family of his own one day, and they could visit often. The dream left him a bumbling mess, and of course she took advantage.

“You are a charmer. Sometimes I used to wonder if you were aware of it, or if you genuinely were just a natural flirt,” there was that banter he missed. Nothing could bring him down from this moment, not even her games.

“Am I allowed to be this happy? I’m worried this could all come crashing down at any moment,” he pulled away to hold her at arm’s length.

“I won’t lie, it could,” her expression turned solemn “but let’s not worry about that right now. I’ve waited almost six years for this” she said.

“Six?” They had only been apart for five, right? She batted his arm when he questioned her. Was he counting wrong?

“I just said that you were a charmer, didn’t I? I used to thank the heavens whenever you asked me for tea, you know? Though until the academy ball it was just a school-girl’s crush,” her words caused him to blush. He knew he was dense sometimes, but this was a whole new level.

“I truly never knew. To me you were always someone just beyond reach. You were someone that I greatly admired…and soon began to cherish. I never expected you to return my affections,” he said. She turned him to look out at the tower’s view once more. She sat down on the ledge and pulled him down beside her like the last time they were here. He couldn’t help but wonder what she liked about him back then.

“(Y/N) I know I have my shortcomings, but I promise you I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.” he admitted, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. The coat she discarded before was pulled over their laps.

“I know you will, and you already have. Do you remember the wishes that we made here? You wished for your siblings’ happiness, and I tossed mine at hopes for Flayne to have some freedom,” He had almost forgotten about those.

“Well…I wasn’t necessarily truthful with mine. Ashe, I wished for you to find peace,” she said. He did sense some falsities in her behavior back then, but to think she’d do that.

“You wished for that? Truly? “He laced his fingers with hers. Luck was on his side.

“Yes. I only hope it comes true someday,” she said, her voice small.

“I…don’t know what to s-say. Thank you. As long as we’re together then I assure you that it will”

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Knight of the Forest - Chapter II

Lillia scanned the bedroom that would serve as her chambers for the next few years. T was simple but so different from her home which was more North than Highgarden, meaning that the clothes she brought would be too warm.

Margaery had already noticed that when Lillia revealed that the simple brown dress she wore was one of the coolest things she owned.

“Don’t worry your head about it,” the girl had assured her. “There are chests of clothes in the attic, full of things Maya and I no longer fit into. There’ll definitely be plenty of stuff you can fit into!”

Lillia sighed at the three dresses she had placed in her drawers, the only clothes she had brought that weren’t suited for winter. She would have to send the winter clothes back with Septa Romilda who would be leaving in the morning.

The girl looked around the room in admiration. A four poster bed was near a beautiful stain glass window that shone all the colors on the clean white sheets. There was a vanity dresser in the corner near the closet and across from that, a desk for writing which faced a window that overlooked the garden.

She was snapped from her thoughts by a loud knock on her door.

“Lillia!” Septa Romilda’s voice screeched through the door, “I know you’re in there! We need to talk about your atrocious behavior this morning! Open the door this instant!” Lillia might have been but a child but she knew that if she opened the door, she would get verbally scolded and then willow switched.

The girl’s eyes fell on the window above her desk. It would serve as a decent escape route. Tearing her shoes off, she pulled her hair back and tied it off, not caring that a few curls fell free from her hair tie which was situated near the nape of her neck. Hiking up her skirt, she tucked the hems of her dress into the top of her pants that she wore hidden beneath her dress.

Lifting open the window shutters, she climbed through before looking down. Roughly a ten-foot drop. Not too bad.

Leaping off, she remembered what her tutor had told her. having been a warrior in his earlier years, her tutor had been the one who taught Lillia the art of climbing and had awoken the girl’s love of freedom. He had told her that one could jump down from twenty feet or even more and not hurt themselves if they landed on their feet correctly.

When her feet struck the ground, she remembered to lean forward so half her weight wasn’t on her legs. The unbalance made her fall forward but she quickly rolled over, landing back on her feet.

“Lillia!” Romilda’s voice sounded louder, meaning she had entered the bedroom.

Lillia was about to scurry off to hide when someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush against the wall, hidden from view beneath the branches of a tree.

Lillia couldn’t see who it was but looking at the person’s hands, she could tell that it was a boy and she felt breath on the back of her neck. That meant that the person was probably close to her age and near the same height as her.

“Where are you!?” Septa Romilda screeched.

After what felt like forever, Lillia heard the Septa’s voice fade and she knew she had left the room. Lillia sighed and her rescuer released her.

“Do you usually run away from your Septa?” a boyish voice asked.

Lillia turned to face the boy and her eyes widened. He couldn’t have been more than ten or eleven. His eyes were a striking greenish blue, shaded by a head full of golden-brown curls that covered the whole of his head. He was rather handsome for his age with a crooked smirk, straight nose and firm jawline.

“I erm…” Lillia stuttered. “I mean…” The boy looked away from the girl, way up to the window she had escaped from before looking back at her in shock.

“Did you jump from there?” he asked in disbelief.

Lillia nodded, not sure if it was a good or bad thing. The boy looked back at the window before chuckling. “I thought I was the only one who would use windows to escape. Were you running from a scolding?” the boy asked, smiling at the girl.

Lillia looked down at her feet before nodding.

“Hey,” the boy said, touching her chin to make her look at him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Women are often more frightening then armed men on a battlefield!” Lillia furrowed her brow in confusion, but the boy kept talking.

“You must be with Miss Arryn. I’ve never seen you around before. Are you a page or something?”

Lillia choked on a gasp. He thought she was a boy! True, her outfit looked like a boy’s and with her curls pulled back, she understood his mistake, considering that she didn’t have the body of a woman yet.

“I’m…. Robin,” the girl hastily lied, her brother’s name being the first to pop into her head.

The boy smiled, “Well I hope we become friends Robin. There aren’t really any other boys my age around here.” Lillia smiled, “I hope we become friends too.” This brought a huge grin to the boy’s face and Lillia found herself fighting back a blush. Why was this boy so cute!?

“Well I have to go,” the boy said, “See you around Robin!”

Lillia let out a breath of air she had been holding when suddenly she heard a voice above her.

“Lillia! I found something for you to wear for dinner!”

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“Where were you earlier?” Margaery asked of Lillia when she and Maya emerged, all ready for dinner. “I went looking for you but I couldn’t find you!” “I kind of went through my window to escape Septa Romilda,” Lillia whispered.

The two Tyrell girls chuckled, “Did you run into her?” Maya asked. “That woman is scary.” Lillia shook her head, “No, but I met a boy in the garden…” “OOH! A boy!” Margaery squealed, “This sounds promising. Spill! Who was he?”

Lillia’s eyes widened, “I forgot to ask his name! Oh geez I didn’t realize that!” Maya chuckled, “Leave it to Margaery to find out who it is. What did he look like?” Lillia opened her mouth to describe him when the three girls entered the dining room to find Mace, Garlan and Willas there with a young boy. Lillia froze in her tracks which made the three males look up and when the boy met her gaze, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.

“Robin!?” the boy whisper screamed.

Maya and Margaery looked from the boy to Lillia in confusion till realization dawned on Maya.

“So he’s the mystery boy,” she whispered.

The boy was still gaping at Lillia till Willas grabbed his shoulder and brought him over to the girls.

“Lillia, since you didn’t get to meet hm earlier, this is our brother Loras. Loras, this is Lillia Arryn.” The two kids stared at each other till a single word dropped from Loras’s mouth.

“Uh oh.”

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Dinner was one of the most stressful and embarrassing things that Lillia had ever experienced and that was saying a lot. Being a girl who got in trouble constantly because of her rough and tumble activities, Lillia never thought she would be embarrassed since she had gotten used to being scolded but this was far worse. No one was yelling at her for being rambunctious. In fact, other than Maya and Margaery who were carrying on a conversation with Willas and Garlan, the table was absolutely silent which killed Lillia.

Loras sat across from her, his head bent over his food while his blond hair shielded his face from Lillia’s concerned and highly embarrassed glances. She was just waiting for the time she looked at him and he would meet her gaze and at least give her a sneer. That would make her feel better than this silence between them which was like a pile of bricks on her head.

“So Lillia,” Garlan chattered joyfully. “Father said that you were sent here because your mother couldn’t handle your energy… so to speak.”

Lillia felt her face heat up even more when Loras’s head moved just a smidge at the comment his older brother made.

“Erm…. Yeah… I suppose so…” Lillia whispered, poking her potatoes.

“Have you ever used a sword before?” Willas inquired, joining in.

Lillia’s head perked up at this and a small smile graced her lips while her eyes glowed with hope, “No… but I have used a battle axe a few times.”

Garlan almost choked on his drink which he had to spit back into the cup to keep from drowning in his apple juice, “A battle axe!? So, you have never wielded a sword, but you’ve wielded a battle axe!? Where did you get your hands on a battle axe your size!?”

Lillia shrugged, “It actually wasn’t my size. It was my father’s. I tried to talk him into letting me make one my size, but my mum found out and of course, holding a battle axe was not “lady like” so I had to just sneak my dad’s a few times. I liked it the best because it had drawings in the blade.”

Maya beamed before wrapping an arm around Lillia’s shoulders, “She’s a keeper! Willas and Garlan, you two should take her to the armory tomorrow! Maybe we can find you an axe your size.” Lillia’s smile grew and she almost bounced in her sleep, “Yes please!”

While Willas and Garlan began to discuss with each other the possible battle axes that would be Lillia’s size, Maya turned to Margaery who was having a hard time pouring another cup of milk which left Lillia alone and the girl turned to smile at her plate when she felt something touch her foot under the table. Lifting her eyes, she saw that Loras hadn’t moved but was shifting in his chair and Lillia didn’t have to look under the table to know that he was the one nudging her foot with his.

Slowly the boy glanced at her from beneath his head full of blond hair before looking back at his plate, a huge smile on his face which brought a blush to Lillia’s face.

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“Too small?” Willas asked, frowning when he saw Lillia move the battle axe around in her hand with an unsatisfied look in her green eyes.

Lillia nodded, “Sorry.”

Garlan shook his head, “Don’t worry about it! We should have tried a bigger one to start off. After all, you wielded your father’s. How about this one?”

Lillia looked at the axe Garlan held out which was just slightly smaller than the beast of an axe her father wielded. A simple brown handle that was about as long as her arm, a double headed blade that was thick and strong, the tips curving back elegantly. It looked both beautiful and strong. Garlan placed the axe in Lillia’s small hands but the girl didn’t even jolt at the heavy weight. Her fingers graced over the plain, untouched blade and gripped the boring brown blade.

“It’s perfect,” the girl said, turning to smile brightly at the boys.

Willas and Garlan beamed, their shoulders relaxing in relief while Maya and Margaery who were sitting nearby, cheered softly.

“Well then, let’s see your skills,” A voice said from behind.

Lillia turned to see Loras standing there, a sword in one hand and a smirk on his lips.

The girl shifted the axe in her hand so that her hand was gripping the very end of the handle while the axe dragged slightly on the ground behind her. Loras gripped his sword in both hands and planted his feet firmly as he watched the girl approach him with strong, steady footsteps. When Lillia was almost upon Loras, the boy leapt forward and took a swing at her side but Lillia swung the axe around as if it weighed nothing and met his strike with enough force to knock the boy back a few feet and Loras stumbled to regain his footing.

This time Lillia took the first swing and Loras had just enough time to lift his sword before the axe made contact with his head. This went on for about three minutes before Lillia spun around, bringing the axe with her and caught Loras under the feet and brought him onto his back before pointing the blade at his neck.

“Okay, fair enough,” Loras said, holding up his hands in surrender as Lillia held out her hand to help him up.

When their hands made contact, both stared at each other in shock at the spark that tingled through their hands. Lillia hastily pulled away while ducking her head and Loras scratched his neck nervously.

“It’s not the prettiest of blades…” Willas began but Lillia shook her head.

“I have a few ideas… that may take a while… but it is perfect.”

While Willas and Garlan took turns sparring for a while, Lillia noticed Maya giving her a suspicious look and the blond knew that she would have to explain what happened between her and Loras sooner or later.

#Loras Tyrell x oc #Loras tyrell #loras #Loras Tyrell x reader #got #game of thrones #Jaime Lannister

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“It’s just so difficult. Everytime we face him and his brothers, it’s a grueling battle of wits.” Blossom sighed, dunking her tea bag into her mug, “I don’t know how much more I can take sometimes.”

Bubbles frowned and really looked at her sister. It was a rare thing to hear her admit. Placing a hand on Blossom’s, she tried smiling, “Blossom, he’s nothing more than just a another bad guy. We’ll figure out how to defeat him. All three of them! We can’t give up hope yet!”

Blossom glared at her mug, and Bubbles bit back a sigh. It wasn’t like Bubbles didn’t love being there for her sisters. She wanted them to come to her for every problem. But Blossom had been sulking about their last fight for a week, and, frankly, Bubbles was getting a little worn down hearing how powerful, and almighty, and impossible her sister’s counterpart was. Blossom obviously didn’t want any advice; she didn’t want her problems solved or thought out. No, Bloss just wanted to...gab and complain in an effort to drown in her sorrows. And Bubbles was the one (always the one) to hear it.

Brick had apparently outsmarted her in a...puzzle? Bubbles didn’t really know exactly. Her eyes had glazed over by the time Blossom had finally gotten around to explaining what the actual issue was. She would have probably paid better attention if Brick had actually been flirting with Blossom. Who knew though, maybe he was in his own special nerdy way, but Bubbles certainly couldn’t parse out anything romantic about the interaction. Knowing the two of them though, Brick’s offense was more likely akin to some odd riddle or clever word play as the two were oftened engaged in doing, instead of physically fighting.

Of course, her and Buttercup had walked away with bruises galore because their counterparts had no need for idle chit-chat, but Bubbles pushed that small annoyance down, down, down. It was getting harder and harder though to shove the idea away. Because if Blossom and Brick one day decided to keep the word play consice and to the point, maybe, just maybe, the fights with the boys would be quicker, and her and Buttercup wouldn’t be so...on the brink of death all the time?

“Ease for you to say!” Blossom finally snorted and Bubbles eyebrows shot up—had she said any of that outloud?

“S-sorry, what?” Bubbles stuttered out, trying not to meet Blossom’s eyes. Guilt flared in her chest. She hadn’t meant to be mean. It was just that when Blossom and Brick got going, Boomer and Butch had more time to fight.

“Defeating Brick is impossible!” Blossom huffed and Bubbles realized, after a moment, that Blossom was referring to her pep talk and not her inner monologue. A small relief in some ways, a bit disappointing in others.

“That’s not true, Blossom.” She countered, “Everyone has a weak spot. You know, I’ve been thinking, we get more flies with honey, right? I think there’s still hope for the three of them, if we just kill’em with kindness!”

Blossom stared at her for a moment, her eyes turning into icy stone, “Brick isn’t Boomer, Bubbles.”

Bubbles couldn’t stop herself from bristling, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Kindness won’t work with him, like it may with Boomer—” She spat and Bubbles raised a finger to protest because kindness didn’t work on Boomer. He just laughed and continued to push her into the concrete, or the brick wall, or whatever he had her pinned down on as she expressed a desire for his betterment. He’d press against her in funny little ways and say odd little things hotly against her ear like good boys can’t do this, though, can they? And, embarrassingly, while Bubbles would rapidly and outwardly disagree with his actions, a hot kernel of something would explode inside of her that, as of late, made her and Boomer’s fights very concerning.

A kind of concerning that she was desperately trying to ignore. But Blossom didn’t know that. Blossom never asked about her or Boomer. She hardly even asked about Butch and Buttercup, and those fights worried Bubbles more then her own.

And Blossom didn’t allow Bubbles to express this once again, as she ignored her hesitant finger of protest.

“—Brick is a challenge—” Blossom explained in a way that implied Boomer was not, “His intellect is no joke.”

Bubbles could feel her cheeks reddening. While she loathed the idea that she felt the urge to jump to Boomer’s defense so quickly, it felt like he wasn’t the only one being insulted at that moment. Boomer wasn’t the smartest, sure, but he talked in ways Brick could never. She had never seen another villian threaten a citizen’s life so easily and then walk away with their number in hand, like Boomer could, in her life. He was dastardly charming. Truly the young man the Professor had warned them about. Hearts were just play things to him. She knew it. He knew it. He knew she knew it. Everyone knew it. And no one but her seemed to care.

“—honestly, you two should count yourselves lucky. I’m the one stuck fighting the toughest of the brothers everytime!” Blossom ranted on and all her thoughts of Boomer instantly dissipated. She regarded her sister and the ridiculous comment for a moment before something clicked in her head.

Because, oh, everything made sense now! All her building anger was for nothing! Blossom had just been joking!

“Yeah, right, Brick’s the toughest!” She giggled along, “You had me going there for a second Blossy! You need to work on your set-up, I thought you were being serious!”

This time Blossom bristled, “I am being serious.”

Her giggling died and she blinked, “Wait, what?”

“Brick is the toughest out of the three of them. The way he thinks, the way he fights...it’s pure precision! ‘Killing him with kindness’—” Blossom finger-quoted “—won’t work.”

Bubbles continued to blink. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed as she thought it over, and then she shook her head in disagreement, “No he’s not.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Brick’s not the toughest fighter.”

Blossom rolled her eyes, “Obviously, I’m not counting Buttercup. Just out of the three of—”

“Yeah, out of the three of them he’s not the toughest. It’s Butch, duh.”

“Well, he’s strong,” Blossom conceded, “but—”

The ugly feeling from before flared in her again.

“But nothing! He’s Buttercup’s counterpart! By default that makes him the toughest!” She argued, interrupting Blossom.

“Muscle mass doesn’t make you the toughest.” Blossom sighed, rolling her eyes again, like she was the one acting ridiculous! Like she was the one elevating her dumb counterpart to the level of an undefeatable god!

“Blossom! Seriously?” She gapped, “you haven’t fought him like I have—like Buttercup does! He’s the toughest. No talk, just do with him. He doesn’t let you breathe, he doesn’t give you an edge, he draws a line in the sand and he’d be damned if you pass it!”

“Brute force, brute strength does not make you the most skilled—”

“Oh my gosh! You can not be serious right now!” Her voice going a smidge shrill, “You cannot seriously think Brick—Blossom! Yes! Butch has that brute force, but Butch is skilled. He doesn’t have to overthink like you and Brick. He has a goal, he accomplishes that goal, there’s no persuading him.”

Blossom opened her mouth to respond, but Bubbles couldn’t stop herself and kept going.

“Like sure, sure!” She conceded, “He’s not playing mental chess with you but that’s because in his mind he’s already won! You’re just in the way! He’s—he’s feral! He fights to win! He—Buttercup!” She called out.

“Yo!” Buttercup called back from somewhere in the house, “Sup?”

“Who’s the toughest brother out of the rowdyruffs to fight?”

There was pregnant pause before Buttercup asked back, “Is this like a trick question or something?”

“Blossom thinks it’s Brick!”

Another pause before Buttercup’s laughter shook the house.

“That twig!” She cried back, “That’s amazing! Good one, Bloss!”

She stared Blossom down across the table and called back to Buttercup, “How’d your last fight with Butch go again, BC?”

Her sister’s laughter died down and she could hear her hum in thought, “Well, I mean, the left side of my rib cage was completely shattered and I pissed blood for about five days, but all in all, I’d say pretty average!”

“Did our favorite green bean let you talk him down?”

Buttercup’s laughter rang through the house again. She was in a good mood.

“Butch? No!” Buttercup snorted, “I couldn’t get a word in edge wise. He couldn’t either. Sort of be distressing if he had, though, given the fact that I broke his jaw! You should have seen how pissed he got!” Buttercup exclaimed, “Right before he killed my ribs.”

Blossom winced, but Buttercup either couldn’t hear it or didn’t bother to pay attention to it as she kept babbling on. The last fight they had with the boys certainly did do a pretty number on their sister, at least Bubbles was comforted by the fact that Blossom would readily agree to that much.

“Oh, well,” Buttercup chirped from the other room, “not the most harrowing victory for side of good, but I’ll get’em next time! Going to break his shins! Can’t kick with no shins!”

Blossom’s frown intensified. She wasn’t one for unnecessary violence. An irony not lost on Bubbles.

“Gotta be quick though!” Buttercup continued out loud, but mostly for her own benefit, “Last time I tried, I lost an arm!” There was a deep sigh and Buttercup spoke up again with a groan, “Wish I knew what was going on in that head of his. Make everything easier!”

“Like remember—” Buttercup continued exceeding her word limit for the day, but talking through a good fight was one of her favorite pastimes “—that one time when I thought he was going for throat, but he dropped last minute and got my knee! What was with that? It opened up his back though, so I was able to—”

Bubbles tuned Buttercup out and turned back to Blossom, “Jeez, Blossy! When was the last time Brick made you piss blood again?

Blossom gave her the driest of looks, “I think you’ve made your point.”

Bubbles shrugged and giggled, “Hey, maybe next time you can fight Butch and give Butters a break, yeah?”

“—and the last time I did that he gouged my eye out! But that’s okay because I ripped something off of him too, I don’t know what, but it was definitely a piece of something. Then I thought, hey why not go for his shoulders! That worked out more or less, less at the time though, helps more now—”

Blossom grimaced, “I’ll stick with the arrogant one, thanks.”

“Now arrogant—” Bubbles tapped her chin in thought, “—arrogant is a good word! Brick certainly is arrogant.”

“Right!?” Blossom’s eyes widened as she nodded her head in agreement and launched right back into it all over again.

#ppg fic drabble #i actually write sometime I don’t just make shit posts #it’s not edited #it’s not original #probs delete and fix later #but later may not come around so here ya go!#slight blues #but this one’s for butch #knocks brick down because I like bullying him #tw: violence #tw: body horror #(very slight though not terribly graphic)#I feel like it goes without saying but just in case they’re aged up in this fic! like young adult #my writing

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