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thetarttfuldickhead · 5 months

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A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

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Half an hour and a cuppa in a quiet little café off Sydney Street later, Jamie had more or less calmed down after his failed attempt to have a friendly conversation with Roy Kent.

It fucking figured that Roy was too much of a miserable old twat to react normally to somone trying to be nice to him, but it was still a disappointement, especially after Jamie had gone to the trouble of getting hold of his adress (thank you, Richmond secretary Rose with a soft spot for sexy footballers), and spending a good part of his morning lurking around outside Roy’s house, until Roy finally went out to get lunch in some sad little kebab shop.

He’d been right cunning about coming up to Roy, too, making like he was just there to get a bite, but then Roy had to go and open his big fat mouth and it had all gone tits up. It wasn’t like Jamie to lose his temper like that, but Roy’s words had prodded at something only half-healed and painful.

He won’t be coming back. Nobody wants you. I just don’t think it’s a good idea.

(And even so Jamie might not have cared about that bullshit had it come from anyone else, but. Like. This was Roy. Roy Kent. There’d been a time when Jamie would spend hours just thinking about Roy Kent talking to him about football, about how Jamie was playing, and never once in those happy dreams had Roy suggested that City would be right to drop him. Never once had he suggested that another team would be stupid to take him on.)

But joke was on Roy, yeah, ‘cause Jamie was back at Richmond and playing and perhaps he was still not quite up to his usual brilliant standard, hadn’t scored as much as he used to, but at least he was playing, which was more than could be said for Roy.

For some reason, that didn’t feel as much as a triumph as Jamie would have thought (or would have claimed, had anyone asked him just just a year ago).

With a frustrated sigh, he drained the last dregs of his tea. He’d better get moving. Couldn’t be sat here all day like some sad sack with nowhere better to be.

He didn’t feel like going home, though. The idea of spending the rest of the afternoon alone and fretting made him like there were tiny little spiders running around all over him, their tiny little spider legs itching and pulling at his skin.

On impulse, he texted Isaac.

Hey mate

U doing anything?

Had this been last year, he would have fully expected Isaac to get back to him right away, ready to drop anything short of deadly disease or a family crisis to roll with whatever Jamie wanted. Now, though, it was a pleasant surprise when Isaac texted back almost immediately.

Hitting dover street market with colin for some christmas drip

Wanna join us?

It was stupid, really, the way the simple question sent a rush of relief and happiness through him. Fucking soft, something whispered in his mind. Needy bitch. Jamie pressed his lips together and did his level best to ignore it while he typed out a quick reply.

I’m in.

Be there in 30

I’ll buy you lunch.

He waited until he got a Yeah all right bruv, see you there, and then he pocketed his phone and headed out.

Isaac and Colin could buy their own lunches, of course – could buy lunch for the whole city of London, probably – but it was a way of saying thank you, innit. ‘Course, anyone should be happy to have Jamie with them on their shopping tour, for advice and the like, but with everything that had happened, he wanted to make sure the lads knew he appreciated them asking him to come. That he didn’t take them for granted anymore.

Maybe buying affection wasn’t always the way to go, but it didn’t hurt being a little generous when you were trying to make friends, did it? Who didn’t love gifts?

Huh. Now there was a thought.

Sure, Ted had shot down his PS5 plan (and Dr. Sharon hadn’t seemed keen on it either), but Jamie had tried doing things differently with Roy, right, and that had gotten him fuck all. It was time to do things his way, namely with a lot of style and a fuckton of money.

Roy probably wouldn’t like a PS5, though. Way too much fun for him. And treating him to lunch was right out, on account of Roy being an arsehole who couldn’t be bothered not to be an arsehole even when Jamie was clearly trying to be sweet to him,

What would he like, though? Apart from football, which no one could give him again, and Keeley, whom he already had (and even if she’d been Jamie’s, he wouldn’t have given her to Roy, partly because she was her own person and no one’s to give, and partly because Jamie would never, ever be stupid enough to lose her a second time).

He’d have to think on it for a bit, Jamie decided. But that could wait until after he spent the afternoon getting properly kitted out for the holiday season with Colin and Isaac.

Feeling quite a good deal happier than he had before, Jamie skipped down the stairs down to the Tube station and got on Picadilly line heading north.

#wild driveby posting to see us into the weekend #jamie's christmas carol #my stuff

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pastelpaperplanes · 3 years

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I am a sucker for angst BUT NOW I'M SAD PIP NEVER GOT TO HAVE THE TWINS WITH DAUNTER D: :'< xD

Flippin wow I love your intricate OC lore A+++👌👌

I KNOW it’s sad but ur right—for angst and how the original backstory for Blitz and Daunter’s little story in the CFau, Pip had to go 😔😔

for a brief time I considered having Daunter still end up unknowingly sparked before Pip died in that crucial mission, but ahah— for what I had planned for the mission aftermath (Blitz & Daunter’s tense mentor/ward relationship, Sortie’s switch to having to be The Mediator AND fretfull trinemate in trying to keep Daunter out of the deepend through his grief—as well as caring for/training poor New Forged Blitzwing who Daunter blames for Pip’s death—ALL of these things + more leading up to why Blitzwing went through the TC experimentation) and what not yah thats a bit too much angst I had to take a step back for that though ahhh

Daunter having to cope with a dead sparkmate on top of trying to recover from a severed spark bond is already more than enough, Twins he would not be physically/mentally/emotionally be able to care for. yeah no. The twins’ existence stay in the happy AU

In another life they get to have their family!! Dw✨

ALSO TY FOR THE COMPLIMENT IM GLAD YOU LIKE THEM!!

#yeah I adore those girls and I want nothing but happy things #adding them to the ORIGINAL plot line would be uhhhh. a lot.#like Daunter—hes a strong mech through and through but Pip’s death shattered him from the inside out #while yes. he WOULD still have that family he wanted so badly—the mech he wanted to share his life with wouldnt even get to hold them #or watch them grow #the way I have Daunter imagined is like YES he’d love those twins to death and try his best to care for them despite his loss #those girls would only get to know their carrier as not even half the mech he once was #yes—theyd have sortie to care for em. blitz would absolutely be there too—but like #I JUST WANT THEM TO HVAE EVERYTHING 😭😭😭#a Carrier AND a Sire very much in love and thriving—and auntie and big bro to adore them—and generally a perfectly happy future #as much as I love angst I just prefer the HAPPY version infinitely more 😅💖#(plus—the existence of the twins already DOES partially effect why Blitz would NOT become a Triple Changer in the Happy AU. Same goes for #the normal AU! I haven’t thought entriely of how exactly that would change in the og au if the twins WERE a factor in his life—but he’d #probably not go through with the risky surgery out of fear of the twin’s potentially losing him #it wouldn’t be like an ‘oh I must do this and be stronger for them. do this and win the war FOR THEM’#haha if would be like a ‘fuck if I don’t make it those girls are gonna lose yet another family member only this time they’ll know just how #much it hurts to lose somone you KNEW’#yeah no. Cobalt and Oodle won’t work for the og AU SORRY THAT TOO HURTY HURTY 😭)#asks #transformers #cobalt #oodle #cybertron’s future au #pip #duanter #sortie #blitzwing #tfa blitzwing #pre tc blitzwing

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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Momo Yayorozu is a lesbian and just doesn’t know it yet.

my computer died half way through writing this and none of it saved so while I love momo I am done with it.

Omega! Yayorozu x Alpha! Reader.

warnings: light smut,

word count: 2,300 (about)

summary: You and momo are good friends, you just wished you were a little more.

Yayorozu’s hands were unusally soft for a hero. I mean you’d think with all the fighting she did that she would have at least a few callouses on her hands but no, they were always so soft. Not that you were all that surprised, she probably had some fancy lotion that cost a fortune and worked miracles. Her hands were on you now, slowly working out the kinks in your shoulders.

“You really need to be more careful (y/n) you could seriously hurt yourself if you keep trying to spar while you aren’t properly stretched out,” she scolded lightly. You knew she was right, but if this was the treatment you get for not stretching, you couldn’t complain. Her scent was soft, like cherry blossoms and citrus.

“Not that I don’t apricate this Momo, but people might get the wrong idea if you stay so close to an Alpha,” you warned and felt her freeze for a minute.

“I don’t care, Everyone knows were just friends anyway,” she said and you felt a sharp spear pierce your heart. that’s right, you were just friends. And of course, no one would think twice about Momo rubbing your shoulders, she was straight after all.

The two of you were still surprisingly close for an Alpha and Omega to be. It hurt a little bit each time she took your hand in hers, or cuddled up next to you during class movie nights.

Even though you had no chance, it was hard not to fall in love with her.

“(y/n)?” Momo prompted and you realized she had asked you something while you were spacing out.

“Sorry what was that?” you asked

“Do you want to get boba?” she asked picking up her gym bag and you followed her.

“Sure,” you agreed and a wide smile spreading across her face making your heart do funny things. “my treat,” you added. and her smile evaporated turning into a stubborn pout.

“(y/n) why do you never let me spoil you?” she whinned hanging off your arm dramatically maing you chuckle. you placed your hand on her lower back steadying her.

“Come on Momo it’s just my Alpha instinct, You don’t want to hurt my pride do ya?” you shrugged and she huffed.

“Okay but I’m paying next time,” she said and you agreed placidly.

The boba shop wasn’t too far from the gym you worked out at, momo staid on your arm as you walked. She leaned her head on your shoulder as you waited in line making your heart skip a beat. you looked around the small boba shop at the other people, and you wondered if they thought you were a couple.

“Hey (y/n) will you order for me? I need the bathroom,” Momo said squeezing your hand and pulling away from you. instantly you missed her closeness.

“sure,” you said with a nod. and turned your attention back to the line thinking about what she would want. Normally she got the brown sugar milk tea but maybe you’d surprise her with the caramel one instead.

You placed your order and waited patiently for your name to be called, then you felt a small tap on your shoulder. When you turned you saw a short yellow-haired omega girl looking up at you, a bright pink blush across her round cheeks.

“Can I help you?” you asked polielty,

“Oh! sorry I was just wondering if that girl you were with was your mate,” she asked and you did your best not to grimace. It wasn’t her fault so there was no use getting mad at her.

“No, we’re just friends,” you admitted. She beamed

“Oh! well my name is Peko and uhm i just think you’re gorgeous and I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me?” She offered, for an omega she was certainly bold. Suddenly Momo was back at your side, her hand taking its place in yours.

“A friend of yours?” she asked. you squeezed her hand and turned your attention back to Peko.

“I’m sorry, you seem like a very sweet Omega but I’m a UA student and I’m too busy to date anyone right now, I’m sorry,” you said and winced as she deflated.

“It’s alright, It was nice to meet you!” she said before scurrying over to her own friends.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” Momo said

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a shrug then to lighten the mood you elbowed her lightly.

“Rejecting girls isn’t any big deal for a heartbreaker like me,” you teased wiggling your eyebrows

“Oh how could I forget Omega’s just love you don’t they,” she giggled.

Momo couldn’t stop thinking about your interactions today. For some reason it felt wrong to see you with another Omega, one that was flirting with you no less. and even though you had said it as a joke, she couldn't help but think that you really were a “babe magnet” as Denki would put it. It made her uncomfortable for some reason.

Maybe it was because if you stopped spending so much time with her you would have enough time for a mate. No, you were her best friend, you wouldn't just drop her like that, even if your future mate demanded it. Momo knew that if her future Alpha ever suggested she spend less time with you she would drop him in a heartbeat. No Alpha was worth losing you over. but what if you didn’t feel the same way about her? the idea gnawed at her.

While she had never asked it, Momo had always sort of assumed the two of you would stick together after graduation, maybe even move in together once you both started working. She could very clearly see herself coming home to you after a long day of work and relaxing in your arms. or dancing around the kitchen together while you thought her how to cook.

But maybe that was just a fantasy in her head.

Her skin felt hot, itchy. Signs of her upcoming heat. She started moving around the room picking at her nest and rearranging it lightly. it was made of soft blankets and stuffed animals on her enormous bed. and at the heart of her nest was a collection of items you’d scented for her.

There were other items scented by alphas, but they were on the outskirts of her bed. None of them offered the comfort your scent did. Fermilar, soft, warm, protective. She wondered if she’d ever find an Alpha who smelled as good as you did.

Her phone buzzed and she saw you had texted her. You wished her a good night, and told her that you would be stopping by after class to check on her, so she should text you if she needed anything. Momo smiled and wondered if she could sucker you into to Facetiming with her so she could fall asleep with you. She knew you would, You always spoiled her when she was this close to her heat. You were going to make some omega really happy one day.

Momo woke up late the next day, a dull ache set in to her whole body. She whimpered and checked her phone. Just another text from you telling her good morning and reminding her to text if she needed anything. She really did love you, as much as a best friend could love somone.

Momo rolled on her side and brought her favorite hoodie to her nose breathing in your scent, which relaxed the pain some but also brought on a pang of longing in her core. She sighed, breathing in again, this was going to be a long day.

You spent the whole day fidgeting and nervously tapping on your desk. It was hard to focus on the lesson being thought when your omega was out hurting. It was wrong to be so possessive of Yaoyorozu but you couldn’t help the flare of hormones that just so happened to hit you everytime she went into heat.

You checked your phone religiously, Momo texted you as soon as she woke up telling you that she had everything she need but still wanted to see you after class. But that didn’t stop the fidgity way you checked your messages, after all you needed to know if she changed her mind.

The second the bell rang you bolted out of the room, tearing to the dorm room grabbing a convenience store bag full of treats for her before tripping over yourself to get to her room. Even if Momo claimed she didn’t need anything you would sooner turn up dead than show up empty-handed.

You took one deep breath before knocking at the door.

“(y/n)?” she asked

“Yeah Princess it’s me can I come in?” you asked. Princess was a special nickname you only used when she was hurt or in heat,

“The doors unlocked,” she replied and you took that as your queue to enter. To most Alphas, it would be maddening to walk into a room with an in heat Omega, but it was strangely calming for you. your nerves subsided as you saw Momo curled in her nest wearing one of your old hoodies.

“You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked its dangerous,” you chided softly, placing the bag on her side table and sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, careful not to intrude on her nest.

“ ‘snot dangerous, I have you to protect me,” she whinned. You alpha let out a deep internal purr. That was right, you were her alpha and you were going you protect her better than anyone else could.

“Still you need to be careful when I’m not around Princess,”

“stop scolding me, come cuddle,” she huffed rolling her eyes and opening her arms.

“are you sure? You want me in your nest?”

“(y/n) you make up half of my nest now come here.” You thought about teasing her for being so bossy but decided against it. crawling over tward her and taking her warm body into your arms. Momo’s arms locked around you like a vice, you got comfortable knowing you’d be there for a while.

she buried her nose in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent and her hands went to your hair, running her fingers through it softly. You held her just as tight, your hands trailing up and down the curve of her back.

“Missed you today,” you said into her hair, her breath tickled your neck as she spoke

“I missed you more,”

“Now way you missed me more. You have a million things I scented for you it’s not the same,” you protested

“Did too miss you more, I’m in heat I needed my Alpha!” She shot back. you froze uner her and she pulled back, confused at your sudden change in mood.

“Momo, you can’t say stuff like that,” you said gravely serious, then seeing the confusion on her face you contued.

“you’re still an Omega, and one in heat for that, it does things to me when you say that,” you growled.

Momo’s thighs clenched together, it was deeply appealing to know she could rile you up so easily. Her hands moved to your stomach feeling the soft skin and bit her lower lip. She had never realised how much she needed to touch you. at that moment it didn’t mater to her that you were her friend, and a girl, she just wanted more of you.

“so, It turns you on when I call you Alpha?” she asked. it was very unladylike of her, but worth it to see the blood rush to your face,

“Momo-”

“or is it the needing you part? because that was true I needed you so badly all day Alpha,” before she could even blink you had fliped her onto her back and crashed your mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, kissing you with a passion she didn’t even know she had. It was exhilarating to kiss you and feel your body press down on hers. it felt right.But as soon as it started it ended.

“Damn it,” you growled, angry at yourself for losing control. you forced yourself off the bed leaving momo dazed behind. Your mouth still buzzed, it had been everything you had ever dreamed of to kiss her.

“I’m sorry Momo,” you said running your hand through your hair. “I should go,” you said, the smell was starting to get to you in a way it never had before, every instinct was telling you to kiss her again.

“wait, (y/n) please,” she called, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back, she was too close and you pounced again. Kissing her ferociously, your tongue slipping past her soft pink lips. you moaned into her touch before ripping yourself away again. Fuck she was delicious.

“I can’t control myself, I need to go,” you growled.

“I love you (y/n) please stay. I want you to kiss me like that, I meant it when I said I needed you,” she pleaded, tears forming in her perfect gray eyes. you whipped her eyes and kissed her softly.

“you mean that Princess?” you asked against her mouth, your hands lost in her thick black hair. she nodded, leaning in to kiss you this time.

“I love you so much,” she said you pushed her back, laying yourself out across her chest. as you savored her kisses.

“I’ve loved you for the longest time,” you said.

“then you’ll keep kissing me?” she asked making you laugh.

“mmhmm babygirl I’m all yours.”

#alpha momo #momo yaoyozoru #momo x reader #imagine momo #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia abo #my hero academia head cannon

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stargaze-issei · 4 years

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May I request a Angst of Shoto x (fem) Reader where the reader get Jealous and insecure of Shoto hanging out with Yaoyorozu more than the reader (Shoto and Reader are together) and you don't have to write it if you don't want to

ohh yess!! i'm so in the mood for some angst right now, thanks for requesting, love!

— "𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡" (𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; in the request.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; angst.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; a few curse words maybe, self loathing, insecurity in general.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; i wrote this based on my own feelings, because i have been in that situation. no matter who you are, you are beautiful and worthy, and i love you very much. nothing that you read here is real, you’re not ugly, not annoying. please, read with caution.

everyone knew how good looking todoroki was, specially you. he was your boyfriend, and even before that, you could stare at him for hours. he was perfect, there was no more to it. you knew you weren't the only one who thought that, and your presence wasn't exactly... intimidating. no man or girl approached to you, too afraid to face the might todoroki shoto, son of endeavor himself, but you? you were a nobody who had gotten into u.a. by pure luck. that's what you thought, at least. he had gotten tired of telling you how wrong you were, that he loved you. yes, todoroki didn't lie, but it was so hard to believe. he had friends like uraraka and tsuyu and yaoyorozu, god, yaoyorozu. she was the epitome of beauty and grace, the most perfect girl you had ever seen, you were supposed to believe todoroki would choose you over her? you knew she had feelings for him, those smiles weren't friendly smiles, her fingers always touched him a second too long, her hair flipping whenever he appeared. how could you compete with someone like that?.

it was excruciating, watching them together. somehow he seemed to be more with momo than with you, his current girlfriend. no matter how hard you tried, she was always there. she'd sit right next to him at lunch, invite him to study sessions.

"babe, do you want to go for a w–?" being a saturday afternoon, you went into shoto's room, hoping to hang out with him. what you weren't expecting was to find her, the major object of your jealousy, sitting on his bed, way too close to him. no one could argue how oblivious todoroki could be, but that? there was no way he didn't know what she was trying to do. his face when he saw you didn't change a bit, if anything, he was confused at why were you about to cry. you hummed a soft apology, leaving there as fast as possible. why were you the one apologizing? why were you the one leaving? why couldn't you straight up tell him that he was screwing everything up?.

he will leave me if i complain, was all you could think. the fear of losing him was bigger than your fear of destroying yourself. right now, it was like with him, someday, everything will work out just fine. but he hurt you, badly. he never realized, too busy with yaoyorozu to notice that you were sadder and sadder. somewhere in you, you knew it wasn't okay. if youwere watching one of your friends going through all that, you'd totally tell them to get out that relationship now, but this was different, this was todoroki we were talking about, your todoroki. was he still yours, though?.

you got out of the dorms, avoiding the curious looks your classmates were giving you. no one was supposed to be out at night, not that you hadn't broken that rule before. your vision got blurry just as you entered the small forest in the compound, the air was cold and you had left with your bare shirt. it didn't matter. you wanted to cry, to scream. a thought cross your mind, maybe you were wrong, maybe it was your insecurity playing games again. what if it wasn't? should you just turn a blind eye? god, why everything had to be so hard. you wanted to be enough, you wanted to feel worthy, to look in the mirror and be happy with what you saw. you wanted to be yaoyorozu.

"y/n? please, let's go home, you'll get sick" his monotonous came from outside the trees covering you. you must've looked pathetic, shivering and crying, that's not what you wanted him to see. "i know you're out here, i saw you getting into the woods" when you didn't answer, he sighed heavily. he's tired of me. his footsteps were closer and closer, but you were also way to tired, so you stayed there, waiting for him to come. "there you are" you had your face hidden between your knees, a feeling of shame overflowing every vein in your body. the last thing you expected, was to feel his jacket on you shoulder. when you looked up, he was sitting in the dirt, right next to you. "are you going to tell me what happened?".

you felt your hearbeats in your ears, the anxiety increasing by the second. you had to tell him, but it was so hard. the words were stuck in you throat, fighting your will to talk.

"i know there are prettier girls out there, and that you could have any one of them" your voice broke in the middle of the sentence, as todoroki glared at you in confussion. "she's all that i wish i could be, so if yo-you're after her, just tell me, because i can't do it anymore".

"who are you talking about?"

"yaoyorozu! i'm talking about yaoyorozu! she so obviously likes you, and you just... let her! i'm sorry i can't be like her, i'm sorry i'm not pretty, or smart, or polite because believe me, if i could change my whole self, i would! i want to be someone you deserve, not somone you had to settle for" you were a mess of tears and snots.

todoroki was completely lost, did you really feel that way? he knew you had a hard time talking about your emotions, but have you kept that inside for so long? now that he thought about it, you always seemed sad whenever yaoyorozu was around, even when you were such good friends before. you'd hold his hand a little tighter when she asked him to do anything with her, like begging him to say no. you may not be good with words, but you did leave small hints for him to figure out. which he didn't, of course.

"i-" he shut up there, afraid to make a mistake "i don't feel anything for yaoyorozu, because i love you. i-i think you're beautiful, and smart, and kind, and strong, i thought you knew that" you knew todoroki's mind, everything was literal. and he had told you a bunch of times before his feelings for you, to him, that was enough.

"to know and to feel are different things, shoto" you were starting to calm down, he saw that, but were still very upset "right now, i feel you like yaomomo more than you like me".

he didn't know what else to do, so he did the only thing he knew of showing a feeling. he kissed you, slowly, trying to pour as much love as he could in that touch. he wanted you to feel how his heart beat for you and only for you.

"i love you, more than i have loved anyone else before. i'm sorry i made you feel that way, i'll never do it again, and if i do, please tell me before you are so hurt" to anyone who didn't know todoroki, that was cold-hearted, but that wasn't the case. his eyes never left yours as he talked, "if you need me to stay away from yaoyorozu, i will. nothing is more important to me than you."

he meant it, you knew that. and he proved it to you. that same night, he told yaoyorozu that she needed to take a distance from him, if she couldn't do it, then he would stop talking to her. he snuggled you in his bed, burying his face in your neck. he would do anything to hold you like this forever.

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ivedescoveredheathsjoker · 3 years

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Adrenaline

L!Joker/Patrick/Eric Draven/reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Note: this wasn't edited i just wrote it and bam posted. This was an idea given to me by @whoslaughingnow-comic while talking about Eric and my two other boys.

(Not my gif)

You had been dating Eric for about 2 years when he was brutality murdered in his apartment on Devil's night.

His death hit you like nothing else had. You felt terribly lonely and missed his loveing embrace. You had a few of his belongings which he had left in your appartment the night before; his guitar, a pic and one of his shirts.

In the weeks of his absence you had turned the pic into a necklace and wore it everywhere. Eventually it became apart of you, never taking it off.

As you tried to move on, you couldn't. Everywhere you went you were reminded of him. The old club you went to to see his band play, the coffee shop where you had your first date, the record shop where you met and eneded up going to every week.

Then there was your apartment. You had everything in boxes, seeing as you were to move in together that week. Too lazy were you to take everything out, yet it hurt to see the boxes piled high.

2 months went by when you decided to move to the other side of Gotham. A nicer area, a bit farther from the dangers of the mob. You eventually settled into the area falling into a routine, enjoying the local pub, going to cafe, and working at the record shop.

One night while you were at the pub you meet a young man named Patrick Verona. He wasn't hitting on you or trying to get your attention, no. He had asked you about the band on your shirt. The two of you talked for a while about music, movies and city life. Eventually he asked you to dance while Plainsong played in the background.

You couldn't help but smile as you danced with him. How could you not? He had the biggest smile you had ever seen!

As the night drew to a close Patrick insisted on walking you home, "It's the right thing to do." All along the way you didn't stop smiling, though in the back of your mind you worried if it was a trap. Ignoring that thought you enjoyed his company until you got to your apartment. That night you gave him your number and agreed to a first date.

As you entered your apartment smiling you frowned when you saw the gutar next to the sofa. "What would Eric think?" You wondered, "would he want me to move on?" That night for the first time in 5 months you desided not to sleep with his shirt. That night you desided to move on.

After sleeping over one night Patrick asked you about the necklace.

"Is it a lucky charm?"

"Yes...and no... It was given to me by somone I loved."

"I see," he smiled and kissed you. "Did they give you the guitar too?" You nodded.

As time went by you and Patrick were a happy couple. Though the guilt of Eric hit you at times; somtimes it was the guilt of hiding him from Patrick, other times it was the guilt you felt for loving Patrick. Those were the times you would take out his shirt and hold it tight. How it still meant so much to you with almost a year having gone by.

By the aniverseray of Eric's death, you still hadn't told Patrick about Eric. You decided that you would have them meet.

You were nervous about it. "What if Pat dosent understand...what if he gets upset." It was the day before your trip when you tell him. At first he's shocked and asks you why you hadn't told him. You explain that you were afraid he would leave you,that it would scare him away. As you told Patrick more, you can't help but cry. He held you close to him, as he rubbed your back. He had lost a few people close to him as well, but he couldn't imagine losing a partner. He could hear the love as you talked about Eric. Patric could also tell that you loved him the same way.

As you went to bed Patrick held you close to him and kissed your head.

The next day you both headed to the subway, making your way towards the east side of Gotham. Once you both arrived you showed Patrick around the area where you used to live. It was so strange being there with Patrick. You were over come with emotions as you passed the boarded up apartment building Eric used to live in. You held Patrick's hand as tightly as you could, holding back tears. Once you arrive at the graveyard, Patrick tells you to go in first and have a moment alone. Greatfully, you head towards his grave only to find an empty pit and a headstone with a crow sitting upon it.

Fearfully you call out to Patrick who comes running over to you. Both staring at the grave you both stand there dumb founded. All you can hear is the quiet echo of the city and the soft piter pater of rain.

A voice in a whisper breaks the silence. "Y/n?" You heard it and turned to see Eric. Seeing you move Patrick turns to see him. The three of you stand there staring at one another for what feels like an hour.

"E-eric? Your-your dead....ho-how...?" You say as you approach him, ever so slowly. "Y/n..." He said as he quickly aproached you huging you for the first time in a year. As he sees the tears in your eyes he wipes them away.

"I don't know what I am. All I know is that I'm back here." Is the response you receive from your previous question.

You slowly break away from the hug, sadly, as you look over to Patrick. "Th-This is Patrick. He's-he's my uh, boyfriend." Patrick nods shakily walking over to you. "Nice to uh, meet you mate." He says shaking his hand.

Eric lead you both to his apartment explaining what he knows. He wants revenge on those who killed him and tore him from his love. You gave a sad smile as you walked into the scorched apartment, seeing a few salvageable items.

You were quick to pick up a polaroid of the two of you cuddleing close. Patrick couldn't help but smile at it when he looked over your shoulder. Eric smiled as well, knowing which picture you were looking at.

You lead Patrick towards a singed black sofa and sat down listening to more of what Eric had to say. He had yet to meet a man by the name of Joker. A man who played by his own rules and was stealing money from the mob. A rumor was going around that he had offered to kill Batman for the mob.

Patrick frowned, he didn't like the idea of revenge, no matter how horrible those people were. Patrick didn't like how violent vigilantes could be, and by the sounds of it, Eric was rather violent. Especially as he heard the tale of how the gangster T-Bird died.

You on the other hand agreed. You felt that justice was finnaly being served. You were glad that your Eric was being a hero and helping to remove the scum of Gotham.

Slowly the conversation went from dark to light as Eric began to ask both of you questions. Eric had originally been taken aback when he saw Patrick with you, but was starting to warm up to him seeing that he truly did love you. As Eric asked more questions Patrick did too. Both men were curious of the other, and were quickly trusting one another.

It made you smile so brightly to see them getting to know one another without any sort of malice.

As night began to approach Patrick was the one who had to tell you that you needed to head home before it got too dark. When you began to protest Eric was quick to agree with Patrick telling you that it wouldn't be the last time you saw him. Despite how badly you wanted to stay, you began to follow Patrick out and started making your way home.

Halfway you began to notice a single black crow following the two of you. When you told Patrick he smiled telling you it must be a sign from Eric, to keep the two of you safe.

Later that night when you your arrived home you found a record from his band on the counter. Neither of you knew how it got there, but you were happy to have it.

After that day the two of you often found small presents from Eric. You also would receive random visits from Eric which slowly began to fall into a routine. Though his visits slowly became became longer and longer.

Eventually he started staying with the two of you. When he wasn't hunting out the evils of Gotham, he was sleeping on the sofa, often without either of you knowing.

When Patrick finds out he suggests that he alternates nights. At first Eric opposes this idea, not wanting to leave either of you unprotected. Though he ended up agreeing to alternate with Pat to sleep in bed. On the nights Pat slept on the sofa, Eric's crow would watch over him; allowing Eric to feel at ease with his decision.

One night you and Pat awoke to a loud thud. Thinking it was Eric coming home from his work, you told Patrick to go back to sleep, and you headed towards the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen you can't help but laugh at the color of his hair and coat. Unlike his ussual black attire he was wearing a purple trench coat and had his hair died green. At the sound of your laughter Eric stood up from the fridge abd as he turned you stoped laughing.

The man before you was not Eric, but rather a stranger. White, black, and red grease paint covered his face making him look even more menicing. Not to mention the feirce scars that created a permanent smile, did little to keep you calm.

"Boo." Was all he said to have you running and screaming for Patrick and Eric.

Eric arrived just in time to see you running into the bedroom and to hear the laughing in the kitchen. Eric steadily headed towards the kitchen. He frowned as he saw the clown before him.

"J..."

"Now I know why you said Boo!" J said in between bursts of laughter.

"I told you not to scare them."

Patrick of course hearing all the commotion, walked in with you trembling in his arms.

"Whose this? Howd-"

"This is the one I told you about. This is Joker. He's helping me with the mob."

Patrick looked up at him. "How? I heard he was robbing banks."

"Not just any banks, koala, but the mob's banks." Joker said as his laughing finnially died down. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." He said smiling like a toddler.

Eric gave you a hug. "He's all bark and no bite around us. He won't hurt you."

He had you and Patrick return to bed while he and J stayed up and talked about the mob.

By morning the Joker was gone and you hadn't seen him until the next week, when he jumped out from behind the door and scared you.

Though as time went by you slowly began to get used to his jump scares. His vists to your apartment slowly became more frequent. Patrick, who still felt rather uneasy around him, was beginning to become used to his presence. For Patrick the clown reminded him of a crazier version of Eric.

Eric and Patrick had become rather close in the last few months. Both of whom began to get used to the idea of napping together.

Soon J followed suit, squishing Eric in the middle of the sofa.

For you, those moments were sweet, when your boys were together peacefully. No worries. No fighting. No plans. Just peace amongst them. Somthing that neither of them tended to bring to the table.

Over this time, you too, began to have a closer bond with the crazed clown. He had even began to call you Bunny, thanks to your first encounter.

With his help though, you began to learn how to throw knives, shoot guns, and build a bomb (not that it was needed). On the other hand Patrick didn't quiet agree with J on these leasons, why should anyone know how to build a bomb. Often you and Eric would break up the bickering between the two.

As more time went by the four of you began to fall into a strange relationship. One that was rather unconventional. But then again none of you were conventional.

#patrick verona x reader #joker x you #eric draven #eric draven x you #ledger joker #joker #joker film #heath ledger joker #joker x reader #10tihay #10 things i hate about you #10tihay patrick verona #the dark knight joker #the crow 1994 #the crow

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morning-breeze1 · 2 years

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An unsent email to my mother. Content warning for abuse of all kinds

I’m not pulling any more punches, we both know that Gary is the one who did it. I had been trying to play it safe, hoping Mabye I could fix things. No, I cant. You knew what he did to me, and you looked the other way. Just the same way you did when He sexualy assualted me in 2019, you make excuses, and looked the other way. I’ve spend hours and hours, weeks trying to make myself believe it could be anyone else. Sadly the truth is not concerned with how I feel about things.

And it is sexual assault, even if you are too much of a coward to admit it.

I can’t believe I was desperate enough to consider forgiving you, even when I knew all this months before. That’s how desperate I was to be loved, but I should have know you were too much of a coward, and that even if you had the guts to do the right thing you’d never love me. You’d never support me emotionaly, you’d never be there for me. You loved me when I was a cute kid, but once that went away your love went with it.

If only I had gotten out before your husband did what he did, I could have had a much better life. If only I had the guts to have killed myself back when I first wanted to in 2011. If only I had been adopted by people who loved me. If only I had been stillborn, or better yet aborted.

I used to fantasize about killing myself on a daily basis. I would think about it all the time. But like you I simply was a coward.

Sometimes people would tell me “what if your mom finds your body?” In an attempt to get me to want to kill myself less, it made me want it more.

If you loved me your actions would show it, but they don’t.

When I told you about the rapes, Gary called gregg soon after to say it wasn’t him. Curious isn’t it?

Worst part is my story is far from the only one. Kids being abused in this way by their parents is more common than you’d expect. Even in some of the books I read on trauma I would hear the exact same story (the body keeps the score, has it near the middle).

Against my advisors (not gregg) I gave you multiple chances to make up for what you did, your husband is too far gone but you were not.

How does it feel to be the one without power? To be the one who’s at the mercy of someone they can’t hope to fight?

Well you’re lucky I’m as nice as I am, because the worst I’ll ever do is tell you what you and your husband did. Unlike you I won’t resort to violence.

Even if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t. I believe in restorative justice, not punitive. To make things right rather than punish people.

So, if you have any further questions, direct them to gregg. If by some horror we end up talking face to face, I will only do so with somone who actualy cares about me to make sure I’m safe. I’ve talked with said person already and he has agreed to this. But I don’t plan to subject myself to such pain as seeing you again, or worse your husband.

I don’t have much left to lose, you’ve made sure of that. So if you decide to retaliate for being told

The truth, understand that it could push me over the edge. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve made me want to do it.

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sucker-for-minyard · 4 years

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When i say that "All For The Game" is important to me and helped me undestand my personal limits, i mean it.

[Tw: harassment]

When i was 10, i started to study in a school called "CEN". There, i made incredible friends, but also not so great ones.

From my first year there (10yo) to my last year there (13yo), i was basically in a school were the people, specially the older ones, had NO CONCEPT of CONSENT AND PERSONAL SPACE.

I lost the count of how many times teenagers would lift my skirt or my shirt, take off my bra, touch my breasts or kiss me without warning.

I was 10!!!! Starting to learn about my body, entering puberty, and i had the worst example possible.

Eventually, i just thought it was normal. It was ok for a friend, who was 16, to grope me, 11, when we passed through each other in the corridor.

It was ok for me to have these older guys hitting on me and talking openly about sexual stuff.

it was ok for people that i DIDN'T EVEN KNOW to touch my body. to kiss me.

it was ok for a friend to grope me and disrespect my body, because that's what people do when they like you. right? right?

i had no idea how much i was disrespecting myself, and how everything that happened would impact my relationship with others in the future.

Fast foward to when i was 14, and moved to another school for X reasons.

I legitimately thought that everyone hated me. I cried to my parents bc i thought that no one wanted to be friends with me.

Guess why.

Because in months there, no one touched me in a weird way. No one disrespected my body. No one forced themselves into my personal space.

I was devastated, and was always on edge, thinking that my friends would go away in any second.

At the same time, i met a guy that I'll call "Adam" bc i don't need his name here. He was the boyfriend of one of my friends from CEN. And we became friends really quickly.

We would call each other for HOURS. He was two years older.

And one day, he started to flirt with me.

I had NO EXPERIENCE dating. I never had someone that i was in love with, and the thought of someone older and pretty and interesting would like ME was just too much. I fell head over heels for him. Not in love. Just, emotionally attached.

He kept flirting, initially nothing much, but then he started to talk about sexual things. Things that he wanted me to do to him and with him. What he wanted to do with me.

And one day, he just called me while jerking off.

I was terrified. I didn't knew how to tell him to 'stop'. That i didn't liked that kind of friendship. Because i didn't want to lose him.

So i just kept letting it happen. Until he decided to grope me in front of his girlfriend and i just had too much.

I went home and cried for hours with my mom on the phone. You know what she said? That it was my fault, since i gave him so much liberty.

That sentence really stayed with me.

And then the year was ending, and i was waiting for my friends from school to finally walk away and stop talking to me.

But they didn't. I did.

And the next year, when i was 15, i was in a new school.

I spent one year there with no problems. Didn't really bond with anyone but was starting to make some friends. It was nice, even tho i was basically being bullied by my classmates. I could ignore it and so i did.

Fast foward to Last year, 2019. now i had 16. Most of my year passed normaly. I never liked studying but i did the minimum to not fail.

And then, in September, i met someone in a party. I'll call him "Dave" because i don't want to put his real name in my blog.

Dave was clearly a 'rebel without a cause'. He smoked and drank without caring about his health. He was cool and everyone wanted to hang out with him. He painted his nails and played the guitar.

And for some reason, he wanted to hook up with me. Not date.

And i fell for it. I kissed him once and was already in heaven. How the fuck someone so cool wanted ME? I had no idea but i was loving it.

Soon we became best friends, we hanged out literally everyday and shit.

And then we became "friends with benefits" lmao. I was in love with him, and he couldn't choose between me and another person (that i won't say the name. today he is one of my best friends).

All of my close friends at the time warned me about Dave. How he treated me badly, how rude he was with me, how he was using me. But i thought that i was in love and ignored everything.

And two months passed like that. I slept in his house 3 times a week. I spent all weekends with him, i drank too much and i started smoking like an idiot.

And one day, after a huge fight me and Dave had, my dad said that my family was going to move to another state.

I called Dave immediately, and went to his house.

Only then we started dating. Because i was going away in two months, suddenly he was ok with dating me.

Adam was terrible and i was so unhappy.

Before we started dating, and even after that, i never had the right to say "no".

It was never about me. What i wanted. What i could give. What i was able to give.

I would come to his house, drunk, and he would ignore that i could not truly give consent and make me do whatever he wanted me to do.

I never felt loved.

My body was not mine. I had no right to control my own body.

I was with someone that would not accept a "no". I was with someone that would threaten to kill himself if i hurted him. I was with someone that said that he would kil me, and beat me, if i didn't do as he told.

He hit me once. And even after that, i didn't break up with him. And as always, he never, NEVER, apologized.

I was, again, in a relationship that taught me nothing about consent, respect and limitations. And it was destroying me without me noticing it.

But two months later, the day came and o moved. Even so the abuse didn't stop there.

He kept emotionally manipulating me, making me feel guilty for not being there. He said that i wasnt the person that he thought that i would be. That i never helped him and never made him happy. He said that i didn't truly love him.

Eventually, we parted ways. He stoped sending me messages and i stopped trying to be there.

I felt empty, and loveless, and it was like i had failed. I felt like i wasn't enough. I failed because i wasn't able to give enough of myself to him.

And now, a couple of months ago.

Someone on twitter mentioned AFTG and i didn't have anything better to do.

I fell in love with the book. I did. But there were so many triggers and had to take it slow.

I KNOW it sounds like I'm reading too deep into it, but please understand.

When i saw the way that Andrew and Neil interacted, as two different individuals, with different needs and different limitations, i was devastated.

I could not handle seeing how respectful and caring they were about each others triggers and traumas.

How Neil respected every single "no".

And how Andrew was able to say "no" without caring about what Neil would feel.

Because, when you say "no", it's for you, you're respecting yourself. And if your special someone can't undestand and respect that, they're not worth it.

I didn't understand that. To be honest, I'm still having a hard time to think about everything that happened to me like it was "harassment" or "assault".

I didn't say yes, but i also didn't say no

And, again, I'm sorry if it seems like I'm reading too deep into it.

Andrew and Neil have this "yes or no" think that left me speechless.

How can someone just respect you so much that they won't touch you unless you give clear permission?

I cried too much, and had enough panic attacks while i was reading the books. There were too many triggers but i kept going because i felt like i needed to.

I never had thought that, when you're drunk, you can't give consent. I never worried about that because no one worried about me when i was drunk. No one asked me anything.

The idea of having someone that will understand if you don't want to be touched, somone that will stay there and wait inutil you're okay, someone that loves you enough to respect if you're not ok... it was too much. Really.

Suddenly all of my relationship with my ex was passing in front of my eyes and i finally saw how abusive it was. How much he didn't care. How i trusted someone that couldn't give a shit about what i was feeling.

It's not that i didn't knew it was abusive. But seeing a relationship so opposite, like Andreil, was a chock.

"All For The Game" brought up things that usually are ignored.

Even if the trilogy is not focused on Andreil, the amount of importance that it puts in "consenting", is amazing.

I started to think about me and my body and how i was treating myself.

And how much i wanted someone that will respect me and love me and take care of me.

It sound dumb but I'm truly grateful. All For The Game is just fiction. But it talks about serious matters with a respectful and realistic approach.

It's "just a book" but it showed me a kind of relationship that i never saw. It affected me.

This is a huge vent because i had a panick attack during my therapy session and i needed to write it.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg #vent #i really love aftg #girls guys and pals stay safe #take care of yourself #respect your body #the raven king #tfc #andreil

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victorianwestpiano · 4 years

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What would it be like if Colette and Holt lived in 2020 (without the virus!) but there was no Dreamland? What jobs might they have? How would they meet? How did Holt lose his arm (war? accident?). Is Colette famous? If so, for what?

Oh so many ideas, but here’s the one I’ll respond this ask ;)

Kentucky, June 2020

Holt Farrier, ex horse showman, was reading the newspaper in the morning like he always does every day. Although today, it was for him to concentrate because of his son Joe, who was playing with his new Xbox he got last Christmas.

It annoyed a bit the cowboy that Joe was so addicted with this technology with high volume and at this early hours. His daughter Milly was not different, when she was younger once in a while sat on her father’s lap and read the paper together alongside with his wife Annie. But now she prefered watching the news on her cellphone, searching science updates in the world. The worst part was the uncountable TikToks they do with their friends, now that summer began, TikTok was their only way to communicate apparently.

But in some way it didn’t surprised Holt at all that his kids were so submerged in their gadgets. Since their mother died of an illness almost an year ago, his children coped with their loss in the best way they could. In some parts, Joe dealt with Annie’s death better than Milly but it was still hurtful for both of them.

However, Holt felt he was suffering the loss the worst, he lost the love of his life while he was away on a excursion on the mountains with his friends Arav, Puck and Rongo. He felt guilty for not being there for her and for his kids. And if it was not enough, some days before Holt received the news of the death of his spouse, he had a terrible accident while he was climbing on the rock mountains. According to his friends, Holt was barely on the top, trying to reach one of the picks, but out of nowhere he slipped and fell many feet in the air. His body crashed somewhere in the rocks and woods. The last thing the cowboy remember is that he waked up in a hospital...without an arm. His left arm was gone and some days after his wife was gone too.

Holt and Annie were horse showman and woman, touring around USA doing tricks with their stallions since that was the thing they loved to do the most. Their connection with horses was one of the things that united them even more. They loved the aesthetic of old-school circuses, but nowdays people are not longer interested on circuses anymore which brought Holt many economic problems.

Now without the love of his life, without an arm and without a job, Holt’s world was no longer the world he adored, so he decided to move with his daughter and son to his childhood town and buy a small house with the few savings he had kept. It wasn’t much but it was something, they had at least a roof upon their heads, electricity, hot water and of course wifi which is very expensive. Not living in tour anymore felt weird; static like a rock and being in just one place, it was practically boring.

Holt’s friends, who came from different parts of the country and the world, tried to convince him and lend him money until he find a job, however, Holt was so proud to accept money from his friends. If he wanted money, he had to earn it and he did not want to be in debt with the people he cared.

Just in very rare ocassions he accepted his friend’s monetary help and became stubborn promising a lot of times he’ll return what he owes, even though his pals said to him is not a big deal, that he’ll pay when he can.

That’s why Holt was reading the newspaper, so he could find a decent job, although, what job would accept a handicapped guy?. The rider from Kentucky was desperated, mostly for his children.

Suddenly, a knock of the door was heard, Holt reacted to the sound and quickly lifted his head up. The cowboy looked at his son sitting on the couch, which was nearer to the door, playing with his Xbox, super concentrated.

“Joe would you get the door?” Holt asked the boy.

“I’m busy dad, I’m in the middle of a mission right now.” the kid responded.

Holt rolled his eyes and spoked again, “Joe, c’mon, or I’ll plug off that damn thing this instant” he warned out loud.

Joe turned his head to see his father and reluctantly the kid obeyed him. He paused his game and circled the couch to get to the entrance.

“It was an important mission you know?” Joe protested.

“Yeah you said that yesterday 12 o’clock PM, you’ve been playing all week boy”

Joe’s eyes widened and then he nodded embarassed, “Non taken.”

The boy headed to the door and opened it, only to find a short man, he was the same height as Joe. He was around his sixties, had white curly hair, a pair of shades on his eyes, brown shorts, black flip flops and a radiant colorful hawaiian shirt.

“Hey Max!” Joe exclaimed in surprise seeing their family friend.

“What’s up little buddy!” Max responded in glee, “Tell me, is your dad here? I have excelent news for him.” the short man said excited.

“Max!” Holt waved him from the kitchen, “Come on in and sit.”

Max Medici, a not very succesfull sales man, was best friends with Holt’s dad and him when the rider was just a lad. Holt enjoyed his company, his optimism was very contagious even when his plans not always go as he wanted. Anyway, Medici’s smile made everyone smile too, that was one of his gifts.

“What is it Gustavo? Please sit” Holt invited his friend to sit with him at the kitchen table.

Max sighed at the mention of his real name, “Please Holt, just call me Max, ok? You’ll ruin my reputation here.” he took off his sun glasses and cliped them into the collar of his shirt.

“Ok sorry,” Holt chuckled, “What are this incredible news you have for me? Oh, please don’t tell me you had another fail in your bussiness and you need cash.” Holt sat slowly, expecting the news to be bad, since, now he’s used to them “Don’t ask me money pal, I still owing you those $100 bucks from last month---”

“Can you please shut up cowboy” Max interrupted him. “Jeez, I didn’t came here to bother you, on the contrary, I came here to cheer you up, bud.” he said with a huge smile.

Holt rose an eyebrow and listened. “So, what is it?”

“Look, a friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend of mine, said that a famous actress has a ranch here in Kentucky, and she needs a foreman to take special care of it, mostly the horses.” Max said with a trusting glance.

“Wait, wait, wait a minute. Work for a famous actress? Who?” Holt was curious and wary of proposal.

“Colette Marchant the french actress of course!” the old man made a happy gesture with his hands to encourage his friend.

The name of the woman ranged on Holt and Joe’s ears, so much so that the boy left his game and turned around to face the adults.

“You’ll work for Colette Marchant dad!?” Joe asked happily, “I love her movies, and she’s so pretty. You will work with her dad?”

“What happened? Why is Joe so excited?” Milly enetered to the living room with cellphone in hand and her curly hair combed into a bun.

“Dad is going to work for Colette Marchant, the actress!!” Joe was very happy about the news.

“Wow, really?” Milly looked curious at her father.

“Kids uhhmm, I haven’t decided this yet, I just found out. Go to your rooms and I’ll tell you later, or go outside.” Holt said to his children who obeyed him after a few minutes.

After that, Holt continued, “You want me to work as a foreman for a celebrity?” This didn’t conviced the cowboy very much,”Remember Max, I used to be a celebrity as well, I was like a superhero on top of my horses, if my friends find out that now I work as a foreman... they’ll think I fell so low.”

“Yes I know, but now things changed lad, this is a great job and the pay is very good. Look, this woman will stay in America all summer, from June to September 3rd. The rumor says she wanted to leave her home France for a couple of months and be alone, or somethng like that. She says she loves horses and needs somone efficient for the job. And don’t worry, she does speak english.”

Holt started to think massaging his chin, “And how is she, I mean, she’s bossy or calm?”

Max inhaled through his nose, “I heard she’s quite, well, spoiled but nothing that you can’t handle.”

“And where’s her ranch?”

“In Louisville, right in the north.” Max answered.

Holt’s eyes opened wide, “Louisville? But that’s too far! Mhmmm, I don’t know Max, I’ll have to think about it...” Holt was trying to considerate the offer.

“Well,” Max said a bit nervous, “in your place I won’t think it that much because... I’ve already talked about you and maybe I’ve send you refferences as well.”

Holt looked at his friend in shock, “You did what!!? How can you do that without telling me!? Are you insane!?.”

“I did it because I knew you were going to doubt and think this kind of job is below you.” Max stated strictly. “Here,” the older man took from his pocket a card with a number, “this is the phone number of her butler, if I were you I’ll call him now and accept the job.”

Holt gave a glare at Max, he couldn’t believe that his friend did all this behind his back.

“Holt c’mon, is a good payed job, surrounded by nature, taking care of horses and have your kids taking fresh air, isn’t that what you wanted?” Max stood up and left the card on the table. “Do it pal is a great opportunity.” the short man put his shades back on his face, approached the door and left.

Holt passed his only hand through his hair and looked at the card, this was all new to him he didn’t know what to do. But at the same time, working for a celebrity could be very interesting not to mention to payment, it could be higher than he can imagine. Also, the most important thing for Holt now are his children, he needed to give them a secured and stable life.

The cowboy reached for his laptop and searched about Colette Marchant, some pictures were showed on Instagram and the most recent one was a photo of her black and white, already in Kentucky sunbathing, in the backround there was her big house of her ranch.

Then Joe’s words about her resonated on Holt’s mind, She looks...pretty... I’ll give her that, he thought. He had never seen any of her movies but now he knows why a lot of people admires her or talks about her as soon as he read the reviews of her films. Then he searched for more pictures of the place, including her horses, which looked very healthy and beautiful. Holt went to the kitchen table and stared at the card with the number one more time. He made a long sigh and took it.

“I must be very crazy right now.” he said trying to grab his phone too.

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A couple of days later and some other calls made, Holt and his kids finally flew all the way from the south of Kentucky to the north in Louisville to get the foreman cadre. In the airpor they were greeted by Sotheby, Miss Marchant’s english butler.

He gently guided them to the car, which he personally drove, and headed to Marchant’s ranch.

After 30 minutes travelling by car, they finally arrived and admired the big splenderous house. The vehicle parked in front of the property.

“Wow!” Milly and Joe said at the same time in awe looking the place through the window. “ Look at this place! I want to get in now!” the Farrier boy exclaimed opening the car door.

“Now, now lads,” Holt stoped Joe making a sign with his hand, “This is gonna be my working place, let’s go with calm.” Holt exited himself from the car and then his children followed him. He was wearing a dark blue short sleeved t-shirt, blue jeans, snikers and his lucky white cowboy hat. As soon as they were getting closer to the house, Milly took a couple of pictures of it and post them on Twitter.

Once they were on the porch, Sotheby told them to stay there, “Just wait here, Miss Marchant will talk to you in a couple of minutes, please sit.” the english butler politely offered to the Farriers.

Three minutes passed and Holt was already getting nervous, so he decided to talk to the children.

“So, how do you imagine Colette Marchant is behind the cameras?” Holt asked.

“I don’t know,” Milly answered “I heard she’s a diva, I watched her latest film Femme Fatale with my friend some months ago, she was very good in it, but...the plot sucked.”

“I see...” Holt rised his eyebrows. He remembered when he read Colette’s film reviews, some the critics said practically the same, Colette was stunning, but the direction and script by the known famous director VA Vandevere, where just ok or not very good.

Suddenly Sotheby appeared again, the Farriers rose up from porch couch and waited for the butler to speak.

All of the sudden, coming out from the door, there was a woman on her mid thirties, with almost wavy black hair, black dress, make up on her eyelids and intense blue eyes. It was her.

“Mademoiselle Marchant, this is Holt Farrier and his children, he came here for the foreman job.” Sotheby intoduced the cowboy and the actress.

Joe and Milly where in awe by looking at the elegant actress, Joe tried his best to not squeal, while Milly couldn’t contain her big grin.

Holt put his head steady and took a deep breath. “Hi, is a pleasusre to meet you,” the rider offered his hand to shake with hers.

But when Colette turned around to see clearer the man, her face showed a shocked expression. Then she started to talk.

“Uhhhmm, excuse moi but, what is this?” the french lady questioned staring at the cowboy.

Holt’s eyebrows frowned in confusion, “I’m sorry? I came here for the job Miss. that’s why I’m here.” he retreated his hand took off his white hat.

Colette’s eyes were fixed on on the man’s left side.

The cowboy noticed that and looked at where his left arm once was. Holt exhaed a quiet laugh and spoke up again. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinkin’ but don’t worry, it didn’t hurt that much.” he said trying to erase the uncomfortable topic, “and it doesn’t hurt now---”

“You don’t have...an arm monsieur.” the french celebrity was obviously dissapointed.

Milly and Joe glanced with concern at their father. They knew how hard it was for him to deal with a missing limb, it was something that made him more insecure with time. But they also knew that their dad tried to ignore it and move on, he hated when others feel pity for him.

“Well, yes Miss,” Holt started to get even more puzzled, “I mean....you didn’t know?” he looked at Sotheby who was just as confused as him.

Colette sighed impatiently “Do you think I would’ve hire a handicapped man as my foreman if I knew he was handicapped?”

“But, with all respect, I thought they had send you my refferences. My friend send them to you.” Holt explained.

“I have recived them and nothing in there mentioned a missing arm.” Miss Marchant said bluntly.

Holt started to breathe through his teeth with impotence, “Max you idiot!” he quietly muttered a bit enraged. First Max send his refferences without asking him first and he didn’t even mention the thing about his arm? The rider wanted to kill his friend at that moment.

The european lady sensed Holt’s discomfort and clasped her hands, “I’m sorry, but I cannot hire someone who is not capable.”

Holt turned his head to face the woman, breathing deeply and swallowing , “I am capable, please Miss, give me a chance.”

“You are not up to my standards, ma cherie.I cannot force a cripple to do this kind of work, because they can’t---”

That word hit Holt right in the chest, like bullet to his heart. That single word made his blood boil and encreased his anger, “I’m not... a cripple.” he said low and serious.

Colette’s eyes opened wide giving him a sarcastic shocked reaction, “Then I am not french!” she stated joking with irony, “Oh, my parents will be glad to hear it!”.

“Very funny.” Holt gave her an unamused sideway smile, “Look, if I’m going to stay in this place to be insulted, I’ll get the hell out of here. Let’s go lads.” Holt put his hat on, taking his children with him while walking away from the woman and her butler.

Colette crossed her arms, exhaled an unimpressed sigh, denying her head. She looked how the Kentucky rider was leaving the porch walking by her loan, until she spoke again.

“With that attitude of yours you are not going to get anywhere. You are too proud, cherie.”

The Farriers stoped as soon as Holt stoped, the rider bit his lip and slowly turned around. He wasn’t going to let this woman to have the last word.

“And you, princess,” the cowboy challenged, “you’re too spoiled”. His kids looked at eachother in surprise for what his father had just said.

Colette’s mouth fell open at Holt’s statement, “What an attitude.”

“What an ego.” Holt interjected again teasing her, imitating her tone and with a rised eyebrow.

“You have a problem?” Colette’s voice became demanding. She started to walk towards him.

“You’re my problem. Princess.” Holt smiled like a child.

“Do not take that tone with me. Do not disrespect me!” Colette approached the cowboy until she was just one meter from him. “And please, do not call me a ‘princess’.”

“You called me a cripple, and I call you princess. I think is pretty fair.” Holt rested his hand on his hip. “It is what you’re. You’re spoiled, believing you’re better than me, also, you like to whine when people tells you the truth. Oh, I’m sorry, did her majesty got her feelings hurt.” he teased her with a exagerated pout.

“How dare you---!” before Colette would say or do something else, the cat and dog fight was interrupted by Sotheby who ran towards the two of them.

“Miss Marchant, if I may please!” Sotheby calmed his boss, “Try to considerate this man, we have read his file, he may not have an arm, but his expirience is very good. Better than the other ones, and Miss, if I you give me your permission to say this, yesterday you said you liked his profile, that it was what you needed.”

“Don’t worry mister.” Holt stated directly to the butler. “Is not necessary to defend me, we’re going now, have a nice day. C’mon children.”

But Milly did not move, “No dad wait.” she exclaimed and turned to face Colette.

Holt and Joe stayed where they stood when Milly spoke. Her dad whispered to her, “Milly, what you doin’?”.

Milly walked towards the actress with her chin held high and honesty in her eyes, “Miss Marchant please forgive my dad, I know he can be a bit, well, stuborn.”

“I saw that.” Colette gave a glare at Milly’s father for a second. Holt rolled his eyes.

“But... he tried for months to get a job that we don’t know if he’ll ever get another opportunity like this one anytime soon. Please, give him another chance.”

The girl’s pleading moved a little the french woman, she amired how determinated she was, it reminded of herself when she was Milly’s age.

“Please Miss,” the Farrier girl’s voice suddenly became melancholic, “since...my mom died, life has been hard on us.” she turned to see her family, “It was very hard for my dad too, he lost his arm in an accident, but he’s still strong, he always was.” the girl smiled at her dad.

Holt felt overwhelmed by his daughter’s words and smiled back at her. Then he faced once more at the actress who was just moved as him. Sotheby also felt the emotions of the girl.

Miss Marchant placed a hand on her heart and showed a genuine worried expression, “Your mother died, petit? I’m so sorry...I didn’t knew.”

“It’s ok.” Milly answered.

“What was her name?” Colette asked.

“Annie.” Holt responded for his daughter, “Her name was Annie. She left us an year ago.”

“I see, and what is your name petit?” Colette asked to the girl.

“Milly”

“And yours monsieur?” the actress looked at the boy at Holt’s side.

Joe froze as the famous celebrity talked to him, “I-I’m Joe, a-a-and I’m your biggest fan.” Joe said nervous.

Colette laughed a bit at the boy’s presentation, she thought it was kind of cute. She glanced over Holt again and approached him litte by little, making him suspect on what this woman is going to do now.

“How much do you need this job?” she sternly asked at the rider, not breaking eye contact.

Holt blinked and inhaled deeply, “Honestly....very much.”

“Tres bién, I’ll give one more chance, I’m not giving it just because you are capable, we will see about that with the time. But also because this will be good to your children as well, do it for them, not just for you.”

“I am”. Holt answered firmly looking at the woman’s sapphire eyes.”My kids... are the most sacred thing I have left in this world.”

She gave him a trusting grin, “That’s the attitude I wanted. You are hired ma cherie.” she gave him her hand.

Holt looked at her elegant and white hand and gently, he took it and shaked it, sealing the deal. He glanced again at her face forming a tiny smile and feeling the softness of the lady’s hand.

“And I’m sorry if I insulted you, is just you can really push a person’s buttoms, monsieur.” Colette said not letting go the gentleman’s hand.

“I can say the same thing about you, but I’m sorry too. Thank you for givin’ me this chance, I hate to admit it but I’m forever in your debt.” Holt’s voice became quickly smooth with real remorse on his apologizing words. Then, he winked at her to give her trust.

All of the sudden, Colette’s cheeks turned pink, she was blushing. She didn’t know if the cowboy noticed, they were in summer so he could see her cheeks became hot for the heat. But Holt would never guess what was happening inside Colette’s body, because Holt’s commentary and the soft look in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.

The woman coughed and gently released her hand, she still could felt the roughness of the rider’s hand on her palm and fingers. But... somehow....she liked it.

“Tres bién! Let’s go inside, shall we?” Colette guided the Farriers to her house. Milly and Joe rushed inside the mansion, leaving Holt and Colette behind. The two giggled at the kids’ enthusiasm.

“They are very charming, monsieur.” Colette said walking alongside Holt, Sotheby was heading to the house a few meters away from them.

“Yes, they are. I’d give my life for them.” Holt turned to see the actress.

“I know they will enjoy being here, you will have good rooms to stay and later I will show my horses.”

“That sounds nice.... princess.” Holt teased her, containing his laughter.

Colette, as soon as she reached the entrance door, she turned again back to him with a warning stare, “Do not play smart with me Holt, I mean it.”

“Sorry...” he took off his hat and put it behind his back, he was smiling in a very naughty way.

“Non, you are not.” Colette crossed her arms, smiling in the same way as him.

“True.” with that Holt entered in the house. Leaving the french lady denying with her head, rolling her eyes and laughing to herself.

“Oh mon dieu, this man!” she entered to her house and closed the door behind her.

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THE END.

@vavandeveresfan This was fun, not my best work but still fun, I hope you liked it ;)

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unreasonablestarkstan · 5 years

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Whumptober - Superfamily

Prompt: Stab wound

Words: 1612

Notes: Superfamily fic, AU where Peter is Steve and Tony’s son but they don’t know that he’s Spider-man. I got a bit carried away with this one, forgive me.

TW for blood and knives

Read on AO3 as part of my Whumptober 2019 series - I’m writing Irondad, Stony, and Superfamily fics.

xxx

One thing was absolutely certain: Peter’s dads were going to kill him. It was three hours past his curfew and he still wasn’t home. He had been out patrolling as Spider-Man and had just lost track of time. It was a busy night, and it was hard to think about curfew when there was so much excitement. He had helped stop a car thief, saved a kitten from a tree, and webbed up a man who was trying to steal from an ATM. But now it was 1AM and he was still 10 blocks from home, trying to think of an excuse to tell his parents when he finally got home. They couldn’t know that he was Spider-Man, they would lose it if they found out. He would never be allowed to go out patrolling again.

Peter had just settled on a lie - he would say that he and Ned lost track of time while working on their new Death Star Lego set - when he heard a woman screaming on the street down below. His own petty worries about missing his curfew vanished and he swung down to the scene. A man wearing a ski mask was holding a knife to a young woman’s throat as he forced her to empty her pockets and purse. She was shaking in terror, but her eyes widened when she saw the one and only Spider-Man sneaking up behind the mugger.

“Hey, asshole!” Peter said, tapping the man on the shoulder, “How about you try stealing from me, instead? Give yourself a challenge!”

“Shit.” He heard the mugger whisper before he dropped the woman’s money and spun around to face Peter.

“Nice mask,” Peter said, lunging forward to take the man down. It was an easy enough fight, the mugger was really no match for his super strength. He got him pinned against the wall and webbed one of his hands against the bricks. But Peter wasn’t fast enough, and before he could web his other hand, the man sunk his knife deep into Peter’s shoulder. He yanked it out and went in for another stab, this time closer to Peter’s heart. But Peter was faster now, his body pumping with adrenaline, and he was able to web up the man’s free hand before he could wound him again.

Peter didn’t feel anything at first. He just took a few steps back, staring at the man in complete shock. He had gotten his fair share of cuts and bruises in his time as Spider-Man, but he had never been stabbed before. He looked down at where the knife had been and saw a red stain starting to spread radially outward on his blue hoodie. The pain finally registered in his brain he cried out when he felt it, white-hot and terrible. With a last ounce of strength he webbed up the man’s mouth before falling to his knees.

“Spider-Man!” The woman yelled, running over to him.

“I’m okay,” Peter said through clenched teeth, feeling very much Not Okay. But despite the intense pain, he knew deep down that he would be fine. His healing factor was already taking over, and the blood flow was slowing down. Still, it hurt like hell.

“How can I help you? Should I call an ambulance?”

“No!” Peter responded, sounding harsher than he intended. If he ended up in the hospital then his identity would be revealed and this whole thing would be over.

“Sorry, I mean, I don’t need an ambulance. I’ll be fine. My building is right over here, anyway.”

Peter got up to his feet and started walking towards his building, clutching his shoulder with his opposite hand. The woman followed him, her face full of concern.

“You’re sure you’re okay, Spider-Man?”

“I’m sure. You just call the police and tell them to come pick up that asshole we left on the wall.”

“Of course, Spider-Man. Here, at least let me get the door for you.”

Peter gave her a tight smile and walked into the building, trying to hide the pain from his face until she turned away. When he was sure that she was gone, he took off his mask and hoodie, his shoulder screaming out in pain at the motion. But it had to be done. His dads couldn’t see him in this outfit. He looked in his backpack and groaned when he saw that all he had was a white shirt.

Great. No chance of hiding the blood.

He put the white shirt on anyway, hoping he could get away with telling his dads that he had a nosebleed or something. It probably wouldn’t work, but it was worth a shot. He got in the elevator and braced himself for the inevitable, the dread growing in his stomach as he ascended the many floors. At least it was taking his mind off the pain in his shoulder.

When he got upstairs, Peter stood outside the door for a few minutes, not at all ready to face his dads. He pressed his ear against the door and listened, irrationally hoping that they had already gone to bed. That hope was instantly dashed when he heard Tony’s voice through the door. He was very loud and very angry.

“Goddammit, Steve! Stop telling me it’s going to be okay!”

A moment of silence, then Steve’s voice, much softer and gentler than Tony’s had been.

“He’s a smart kid, you know that. He wouldn’t get himself into any trouble.”

Peter’s stomach dropped. His dad had so much faith in him, and here he was getting himself stabbed in the street at one in the morning.

“Anything could have happened to him! Anything! God, Steve, what if he...what if somone…” Tony broke down before he could finish his sentence. Hearing his father cry like that...it made Peter feel like the worst fuck-up in the world.

Peter couldn’t take another minute of it. He opened the door and walked into the apartment with his head hung low. He didn’t bother to try to hide the blood stain on his shirt, he knew it was a lost cause. Besides, it was hurting him so bad now he didn’t think he could move his arm at all.

“Oh my God,” Steve said, running up to him before he could take two steps into the room. His eyes were fixed on the dark stain of blood on Peter’s shirt. Tony was frozen in place on the other side of the room, staring at him in disbelief.

“Peter, is that…?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I had a nosebleed?”

Steve reached out and tilted Peter’s head up, forcing him to look him in the eyes. At the sight of his dad’s concerned face, Peter couldn’t help but break down. It was all too much: the pain, the guilt, the weight of hiding his double life, all of it. Tears spilled down his cheeks and his body started to shake. Naturally, that only made the pain in his shoulder worse and he cried out, unable to mask it any longer.

“Oh, Pete…”

“My...my shoulder,” Peter said, “it hurts so bad.”

Steve gently pulled back the sleeve of Peter’s shirt to reveal the wound underneath. It wasn’t very wide, but it was deep enough that a tendon was visible. Steve looked at it for a moment, his face completely stoic.

“Peter, honey, we have to go to the hospital, okay?”

“No!” Peter said, taking a step back, “Please don’t make me go, I just want to stay here.”

Steve sighed and looked back at Tony, who was staring at the wound in Peter’s shoulder with a dark, angry expression on his face.

“Who did this to you?” Tony asked in a low voice, his eyes still focused on the wound.

Peter hesitated for a moment, and then decided that he was sick of making up fake stories and lying to his parents about where he’d been. It was time to finally come clean.

“I have to tell you something,” he started, trying to brace himself for their reactions, “I, uh, I got bitten by this spider thing a few months ago and ever since I’ve been able to do weird stuff. Like walk on walls and lift pretty much anything. So I decided to try and use my powers to help people. That’s how I got hurt tonight, trying to help a woman who was getting mugged.”

Peter unzipped his backpack and pulled out his blood stained hoodie and mask, holding it out for his dads to see.

“I’m, um, you know...Spider-Man.”

The words hung in the air for a few moments. Peter braced himself for the yelling and lecturing to start.

“Peter. We’re going to the hospital.” Tony’s voice was shockingly quiet and gentle.

“I really don’t want --” Peter protested.

“Enough. We’re going right now,” Steve said, grabbing the car keys from the kitchen table.

Peter looked back and forth from each of them, trying to understand why they weren’t screaming at him.

“But what about --” he started, but was cut off by Tony.

“Later. We’ll talk about all of this later. After you’re all fixed up.”

Peter nodded, beyond grateful. He was already so overwhelmed, he didn’t think he’d be able to handle having to fully explain himself right now. Besides, his shoulder was hurting so bad now that the hospital didn’t seem so bad anymore.

“Okay,” Peter said quietly, ��yeah, okay. The hospital.”

Peter knew that there would be a very long, probably unpleasant conversation about all of this later. But for right now, a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. And that was enough.

#whumptober #whumptober2019 #no.8 #superfamily #stevetony #stony #irondad #Iron Man #spiderman #peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #marvel #mcu #fanfic #tony stark has a heart #tony stark needs a hug #ao3

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angstalottle · 5 years

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Bringing Him Home

Shiro had no idea how the mission went so wrong so fast.

One moment him and Lance were walking through a forest getting some readings for Pidge and the next the ground fell out from beneath their feet.

Shiro got one last look at Lance’s terrified face before he hit his head and everything went dark.

Shiro woke up slowly. A thin layer of rubble falling off him as he slowly pushed himself up off the ground with a groan.

His head felt worse then the time him and Adam announced their engagement and tried to find the end of the Champaign fountain.

A throbbing pain that seemed to get worse with each movement made him just want to curl up and go back to sleep and hope that somone came to save him.

But a nagging thought at the back of his head told him not to do that.

That he had to get up and take stock of the situation.

The suits gave off a small amount of light. It wasn’t much to go off but it gave him some idea of his surroundings. Specifically the fact that he seemed to be trapped in an underground cavern with likely made from the floors collapse. The ceiling was about twice his height off the floor and there were a few small holes between the rocks that made up the walls. Nothing big enough to get through but enough for cool air to flow through.

Shiro felt a pang of remorse for opting for a new arm design, wishing he had the glow his old Galra hand gave him.

He also wished he had his helmet but that was god knows where.

He let out a long sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. This couldn’t be any worse.

Then Shiro remembered he wasn’t alone when he fell.

A jolt of terror ran through him as he looked around for any sign of Lance.

A glow or anything to help him figure out where the teenager in his care had ended up.

“Lance?!” Shiro yelled desperately his voice echoing around him.

No reply.

“Fuck... Lance! LANCE! Come on buddy answer me!” He yelled again.

This time he got a response.

“...iro”

It was quiet and sounded strained but it was definitely Lance.

The problem was it was coming from under the rocks.

Shiro dropped to his knees placing his face against a hole near where the sound was coming from and was greeted by a sight that made him blood turn cold.

The dim blue glow that came from Lance’s suit was a murky purple, covered in his blood.

It was hard to make out exactly what was wrong but Shiro could see a long bloody gash stretching from the top of his head over his right eye causing it to swell shut. His right arm was laying in a crumpled position only possible if it were shattered and judging from the blood stained rock next to him that’s exactly what it was.

However what was most concerning was that Shiro couldn’t see Lance’s legs.

He prayed to whatever gods were willing to listen that the lights were just damaged but Shiro knew that was unlikely.... he knew Lance was crushed from the waist down and that there was practically no chance he would be keeping his legs when they got out of here.

If... if they got out of here.

Shiro had a locator but god knows how long If would take the team to find them and Lance needed help now.

“Hey kiddo. Can you tell where it hurts?” Shiro asked wishing he could just get through this dam wall and get Lance to safety.

“I.... I thing I cracked some ribs.” Lance gasped out, his breathing sounded awful. Shaking and uneven.

“Ok, anything eles?” Shiro asked trying his best to keep his voice even.

This proved harder and harder when Lance let out a cry of pain “ok... e-everything. Everything hurts” he whimpered “Shiro... I... I can’t feel my legs.”

Shiro swallowed the lump in his throat “don’t worry kiddo everything’s gonna be fine. I’ll get you back to the castle and your going be fine I promise you.”

Lance only hummed in response leaving the two in silence that was only broken by Lance coughing. Finally he said “your a bad liar you know that.”

“Lance...”

“I just wish I could have gone out in a blaze of glory. Something worth remembering.”

Shiro didn’t care if it could be dangerous or maybe even cost him another arm he stuck his arm through the hole and felt around until he grabbed Lance’s hand.

“Good people arnt remembered for how they die. Their remembered for how they live and Lance you did so good. You saved so many people, you put your life on the line time and time again for complete strangers just because you knew it was the right thing to do. I’m so sorry that I never told you how amazing you are, or how you kept the team together saving us more times then anyone eles. Your the heart of Voltron.” Shiro didn’t realise he was crying until he saw his tears his the rocks.

“Ha... ha... who woulda thought... all I needed was... to die... for you to.... be nice to... me.” Lance gasped out his breathing getting worse as his grip on Shiro tightened.

God he must be in so much pain Shiro thought.

“I’ve always been proud of you Lance. I’m sorry that I never expressed it right. I’m sorry that my clone made you feel like you didn’t deserve all the praise in the universe and I’m so sorry that I can’t save you.” Shiro sobbed.

He hated this.

A fucking kid was dying next to him and all he could do was hold his hand and wait!

He was supposed to be a hero! What was the point if he couldn’t even save a child that was only in this war to help save him.

“Hey boss man.... no tears... I’m... I’m ok... it going to be... ok.”

Shiro let out a bitter laugh. Of course Lance was going to comfort him. That’s just who he was.

“Don’t die on me then. Just please make it for me.”

There was no response and the grip on Shiro’s hand went lax but he didn’t let go.

It was two hours before they were found.

The yellow lion tore open the earth causing the wall between the two to fall away.

Shiro didn’t waste anytime running to Lance’s side and checking for a pulse.

It was weak but there.

And Shiro thanked whoever looked over them for that miracle.

He used Hunk’s bayard to cut Lance free leaving bloody stumps behind under the rock.

He told Hunk to not watch but he heard the sounds of throwing up and knew he saw.

Soon as the wounds were wrapped well enough Shiro scooped Lance into his arms and ran for the lion whispered “come on kiddo lets go home”.

In the end Lance had to lose his arm and sight in his right eye.

He was in the pods for two months before he finally fell out.

He didn’t remember much just the pain and wanted to forget as much of that as he could.

His prosthetics were fitted and he just went back to being Lance brushing off any concerns the team for him.

At least until everyone was asleep.

Then the ruse was dropped and eveynight without fail Shiro would get a knock at his door and open it to find a teary eyed Lance asking to spend the night.

And every night Shiro held him close and promised he would be alright.

#langst #space dad #shiro

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riccahgalindo · 4 years

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Found it (Short Story) 2700 words

"I'm done. I don't believe in love anymore"

Contemplating in the black sanded beach and when the waves crashes to the shore, the memories recurs all the joyful happenings when we were together. As the seabreeze touches my eyes the pungent sirocco entered my iris and that goes along with the fluid in my eyes began to shed tears. Holding tightly the sand feeling like the point of the needle stitches my palms. And I said "I'm a queen with or without."

Back when we were together

We were really hitched to each other. That was my unbelievable feelings that I got attached into him. In all of my suitors, the love for him I felt was sincere. He is a tall guy with a sexy lips, a seducing eyes, and a sporty. After class hours he always goes to my school to accompany me to go home. We were really happy back then, we play jokes to each other. Everytime I have a training for dancing, he guard or watch me dance even it's dark outside and the big thing is his house is far. Until the time reached that he replied so cold. I hope when they ask you about me and you find yourself thinking back on all of our memories, I hope you ache in regret as the truth hits you like a bullet and you find yourself replying; "she loved me more than anyone else in the entire world and I destroyed her." but in my mind I am a feeling woman and I don't need a man. People come and go so if he think he "played" me ,but who ended up losing ? I mean what did l lose? a boy that didn't appreciate what I did for him ? what did you let go ? a girl that would go out of her way to please you, and someone that rode with you thick and thin. a girl who loved you regardless of your flaws.You can easily be replaced, buta girl like me? good luck finding a girl who put up with you like I did, sorry but u played ur own damn self. I even remembered how I let him go and cried after I was replaced with a acolyte of church. So I message him "We gotta end this, it's not my intention to leave you but I know where this relationship goes.I know about your side chick yoooo I'm still better than her where is our agreement that if you'll find another girl make sure that it's more beautiful than me, but I'm good now. Sorry we really have dispargements that is which we can't hold it anymore. But thank you anyways thank you for giving me a chance to find someone better than you. This is the end of you and me. "

It's been 10 months and I haven't seen a replacement of that guy. I even made a jangle with his side chick which is he substituted me with a girl that is near on him or let's call his "classmate" which now they're already done and the last guffaw is on me with the raised eyebrow and a smirk. And when I heared gossips that she called me "unattractive", I felt so indignant at the same time I how could you accept being called "unattractive" when you know yourself that you're more gorgeous than her so I immediately chatted her like I want to strike her a keyboard in her face and this how it goes.

"Hi hobo, was 'bout to give no time 'bout you but I heard you're talking 'bout me. Gossips that makes me in a mood for chaos. Sorry to interupt but you're too fortunate talking to me now. You might have forgotten what you are hitting. You really find yourself pretty huh? yet your looks' too common. God my skin care cost pricey than you. Save your skin or I'll tear that shit off. Ohhh shoot heard 'bout your rumors.Protect it, it may ruin your reputation. It's alright if you're hot and smart as me but biiiitch, you're just a piece of rubbish to me. So breathe for now, I'll give you air. Free to challenge me, you'll lose cus I got more attitude than you.AND watch out cus you two won't last. Now shoooo shady biatch! Je m'en fous"

"Huh? What did I do to you"

"Heard gossips that you called me 'unattractive'? Don't pretend you don't know cus my friend reported it to me from your friends in your school. Sad for you, even your friends are back stabbing you hahahah. Now prick, admit it!"

"Sorry but I didn't say anything that can hurt you and I don't want to argue"

"Be careful with me because I'm more venomous than you.

Whether you said it or not I'm telling you.I was thinking the same too you're ugly as me too but you're even uglier. But thank you anyways for your opinion infairness you're the only one calling me that in my whole life.hahahha. And also you're a perfect definition of ''PAIN IN THE EYES''. AND GET AN EYE TEST SIS, YOU NEED THAT, MAYBE YOUR STIGMATISM ARE HIGHER THAN YOUR CHARACTER OKAYYYY TIME, SHUTTING THE DOOR AND GET SOME MANNERS."

The relieve I felt was smooth. I didn't expected that because I'm really a long tempered person and it just happened with a forthright attack or you haven't yet moved on girl? The sensation I felt was relief after I lump her in the throat knowing that she even can't attack me because she's a puppy.

"Look after your girl cus she might be traumatised to everything I said. Doncha worry I just gave her basic learnings in life cus maybe she haven't experienced the overabundance of schooling. Flick the mouth outta your girl cus man, she lacks of respect." I said to my ex and I feel like I was possessed with a 6 evils.I was awake in the Reality that I stopped liking somone thatI liked a lot and suddenly notic that he was a shitty person and realize how blinded I wa by how much you liked them.

Until this one day, I got a text from a stranger. I was wondering who it was. Of course who can get the eyebrows high till I read on my text message.

"Hi, is this Billy? "

"Yeah.Who's this?"

" the handsome mankind"

"maybe an ambitious"

" don't be such a keyboard-lunatic. You really tap your cellphone angrily"

"where are you? I will really throw a book on you"

I was at the library where my sister was assigned, but I really study in the city and that time was there's no class so I went to our province so I can rest and help

"I'm in front of you."

"oh really? I'm facing a mop. Suits how you treat me. "

"hahahahah I will give you hint. I'm a varsity of the school here and you really knew me so much. It's really different right? When you really study to city, you've changed. It's really unusual when you're being called city girl now."

"If I will really caught you. Ready to be slapped. Challenge me, give me a clue"

"I'm wearing white"

"Are you dumb. Of course who will not gonna wear uniform in Mondays yet it's the school's policy"

"Do you know sarcasm? Why would I tell you my name?you're too quick, you escalated quickly marupok te? Single? Single? You're really pretty Billy, I adore you since grade 7.

I was really thinking who it was. And I cannot remember a single 'bad luck' to my junior years. So I grabbed my phone again and started calling him so I can know who it was

And then suddenly it rang to the corner of the room. And then I suddenly hold the chair and grasp and I peek like my neck got deformed.

WTAF?! I didn't know the person who I was chatting. He got kick out to the library because of the boisterous phone ringing with a black pink ringtone that is so deafening. The clemency I felt was inhuman because he got kick out. So I messaged him to tell him if he's alright.

"Hello. Sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to do that. I was just being inquisitive"

"I feel pity of my friend you got kicked him out"

"What? You used your friend in your dumb doings? You're such an animal. How did you do that to him"

I already told you. Why would I reveal my identity? I quickly hand the phone to him and followed my friend after he got kick out while you're still in a verge of clemency because I know that you're wise but the score is on me now. I'm more brainer than you.

"You're a piece of shit."

"No. I'm already a piece on you. Don't worry I will unveil my identity to you. Not know but soon. Don't be such in a hurry. Bye. We're going to start our classes now. Let's just keep in touch"

"Your mom"

"Your Tita soon. Bye!"

"EW"

. Doncha worry I just gave her basic learnings in life cus maybe she haven't experienced the overabundance of schooling. Flick the mouth outta your girl cus man, she lacks of respect.

After their class hours got ended. I was looking for something to eat in the canteen. How I miss the cheap food there when I was in junior high like empanada, siomai,ginanggang, and all. If like I'm gonna spend my money eating snacks there in the city, it feels like my weekly allowance will be spently gone. As I have in my mind the memories when I was junior high in every corner of the canteen I would remember the countless happenings and looking like I'm out of my mind. As the vendor give the snack that I bought in every cherished snacks that I bought, I handed her the payment and she said "Oh dear you already hot paid by the student here" I was shocked like I bought so many snacks and a stranger paid for me like I was a homeless person in town. So I directly went out because the vendors are like looking at me like I read in their minds "maybe this girl has no money to buy her own food". As I went out, I got a text from the importunate stranger again and texted me

"Hey, are you full yet?"

"Are you thinking like I have no money to buy my own food? "

"Hahahahah I'm just practicing to be your ideal man, you're my wife so I'll feed you. I just want you to come back here"

So I was thinking maybe this guy is really a close friend to me so I made him feel conscience if he don't show his identity

"I will throw these snacks in the garbage if you will not show yourself"

So I put the snacks near the garbage but I put it on the clean slate

"How can I show you myself it's already afternoon and it's time to go home. I'm already at the gate."

So I picked up the snack and eat it like who cares he paid for it and I was tired from helping my sister in the library and it's just a waste if I will not eat it. So I started eating it.......

"You're easily to talk with. I thought you're gonna throw it in the garbage and I saw you eating voraciously there hahahaha"

I was ashamed there and quicked went to the library so I can pack my things so I can get to the bus station so I can go to the city because we will have our classes tomorrow. And as I have in my mind, I will know this stranger maybe he's in the alumni homecoming this coming December 31 and I will focus on my studies for now because in 31 our sembreak will be starting and I can do what I want. I arrived in the city 7pm in the evening and tiredly went off to my bed and I open my phone, I received a message from him again.

"Why did you left me?"

"Are you nuts? We're having our classes tomorrow and what you're gonna let me fail?"

"I was just kidding. Have you eaten yet?"

"Where did you boys got that phrases, where did you workshop for that. You got all the same message like you thought you're gonna make me fall from that words? It will never happen"

"Ouch, I will remember that. Watch out if you will fall in love to me"

"in your face"

"there's a beauty"

"you're making me annoyed. I will really sue you. It's really a harass."

"How can you sue me yonder you know me so well."

I was really tired from travelling so I sleep without replying him and day by day we always text, it's like having him he's like my 'reminder' every hour.even though I don't know him and somehow I will find it out soon who he is.

As day by day we chat, he slipped and give me a prefect clue who he was. I was really shocked and its just not so a close friend to me. "Can you please reveal your identity now?" '' "01000111

01000001

01000010

01101111"

"What's that?"

"Nothing."

what?!!!!! Someone liked me in my freshman year and he was my classmate before. A guy who visits always in our classroom just to make pluck of his eyebrows since we're close in freshman year. I was just secretly keeping that I don't know the binary codes and just waited till the alumni drops off.

So as the alumni came by, I saw him there in a dark area where I went to him and I pinch him saying "Don't you think that I didn't know, who can beat a intelligent girl from that simple binary code. Huh?" he was actually sweating and he was denying that it was not him. Till he confessed that he liked me since we're classmates in grade 7. And who couldn't love him back who always treat me or give me chocolates with no name who gave it. He confessed it all. I was just being insensitive that there is a guy who totally liked me. And there, there goes my favorite song was played when it's time to dance "The night we met by Lord Huron, we danced solemnly and I have in my min thinking I also had a crush on you sincefreshman also and somehow thinking I was just being numb or I was just in a verge of thinking how can I moved on and the bad thing is they're cousins. Day by day, suddenly I fell for him. He really valued me and love me. He actually told my ex that "You know what? You're such a dumb. You replaced her from a slut. When you're in Billy's hands, you were really lucky really. An intelligent girl, talented, beautiful and gorgeous. You're finding for less?" and my heart touched there and I was like prove it love that he really just wasted me. He even beg me to meet his parents and I see how he respect, treasure, and love them by loving me. He taught me how to value things and things that I don't know

We started our relationship, we lift each other up, no matter how hard our situation is, we will do it together and promised we don't break each of our hearts. We all have pasts. We all made choices that maybe weren't the best ones. None of us are completely innocent, but we geta fresh start every day to be a better person than we were yesterday. Everytime I say "im so sorry for my behavior. that's what I am accept me or leave me, thats your choice. i can't do anything about that shit but I found him replying" Dumb. I will stay" and everytime I say "What would you do if I broke up with you?

"Get back with my ex"

"Now I see how much you care,

im done-"

"Hey you wanna go out?"

"Go with your ex."

"You are my ex"

And there he is,I found him, a man that I never want to lose

@queenlupitajones

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86-was-his-year · 5 years

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Stucky feels cause I'm sad af (Endgame spoilers hoes)

Basically a rewrite for the Endgame ending because that was a sad shit show for the gays so I'll try and fix it.

He sat in the corner of his room crying and crying. He couldn't stop what he was doing even if he really tried. His long brown hair was tied up in a small bun and his white tank top ruffled as the New York night filtered through his window. It always baffles him how they were able to make buildings so tall. Even as he sat in one now he couldn't believe the sights.

They had gone in another mission and it was hard. Hydra was still in his head and shit when he thought he was done with then for good, something would come and drag him back in. A part of him thought this is what he deserved. For all those women he let down and all those men who loved him, who he turned down because he was afraid of himself. His father always told them that if he ever liked a man he would kill him. And then he met Steve.

Poor wimpy Steve who was getting His head shoved in the sand even when he was 5 and even then Bucky protected him. He kicked the boy strict in the back and used language that a 6 year old shouldn't know. With the father he had it wasn't really a surprise. He had served in World War I and it really showed in his paranoia.

He didn't know it then bit he would grow up to love Steve. The wimpy 5'3 man who would never run from a fight. Who would always choose his battles easily because he chose every single one. Steve would not back down and Bucky found himself admiring that, it was something he couldn't do himself and seeing it in a man so little do it made him feel like a coward.

When the draft came around for World War II it's all Steve talked about. He hushed about how his parents would be so proud of they could see him now. Bucky was sad they couldn't. Steve was such a good man and Bucky wished that they were alive to see what kind of boy they raised. But, when the news broke that they died he went with Bucky on his 18th birthday. His aunt let him go and he got an apartment with his pal Bucky.

Bucky slowly started to see Steve's failure creep up on him and there were moments were he thought Steve was headed for the slammer. Faking 4 different enlistment forms could only ask for trouble.

"What happens when they find out, huh? What then?" Bucky yelled at Steve. He came home with another failed form and that was it for Bucky. That was all it took for him to lose his cool

"Then they take me away! Buck I can't just sit here whole everyone is fighting. I feel useless." Steve threw the enlistment form at Bucky and he just stood there. Tears welling in his eyes for the first time since his mother died. Steves eyes softened and they saw how he hurt him.

"Please, Steve. I can't lose you too." He picked up the scattered enlistment form and put it on the short coffee table.

"I know Buck, I'm sorry." They hugged it out that night and although Steve said he wouldn't try to enlist anymore Bucky knew that was a lie. Steve wanted to feel such worth and when Bucky got his enlistment forms checked and approved he could only imagine the way Steve would feel.

He acted happy but deep down Bucky knew that it broke his heart. His best friend was doing what he wish he could and that hurt him. But Buck insisted they celebrate so they could get their mind off of it. He set up a double date with two beautiful dames but all Bucky wad looking at that night was Steve. His awkwardness was so incredibly cute Bucky couldn't help but check up on him almost every minute.

Steve enlisted for the last time that night. I knew it was only a matter of time before the authorities figured it out and took him in. So he gave him an extra long hug and prayed to whoever was out there to keep him safe. Steve told me on my last day with him that he was approved and he would be training and that's the last I heard before I was off for war. It was weird leaving him the morning of, it felt like it wasn't supposed to be that way and maybe it wasn't. But Steve sent him off with a hug and a good luck.

The next time Bucky saw Steve he was rescuing him from a Hydra base. One of the idiots in his infantry gave away their position by slipping on a sheet of ice. Can you believe it? He guesses they liked him because he got the "special treatment" as they called it. He doesn't speak much German but what he could gather was not very helpful to him. He tried everyday, tried to break out of the restraints while they poked and prodded him but eventually he just gave up, until Steve Rodgers burst through that door looking like American vomit. He tore the restraints off and for a second Bucky thought he was hallucinating, maybe all the drugs they have him were finally kicking in.

But, when Steve lifted him up and started talking he knew that after so long apart he wouldn't be able to make this up. Steve threw Buckys arm around his shoulder and he found that Steve was taller than him. Not by much but still taller and it baffles him.

"You're taller." Those were the only words that I could conjure up at the moment and Steve just laughed saying something he couldn't quite hear. He just knew that it was good to be back in his arms again, even if he wouldn't admit it.

He had fought with Steve for a long time, getting attention from the foreign girls that would be at the bars they stopped in. He found myself giving them death looks whereas usually he would be giving them sex eyes. Trying to make it seem like he wasn't just thinking about Steve 2 seconds ago.

When he fell from that train cart the only thing on his mind was Steves face as he watched him fall. The hurt in his eyes before the rail broke imprinted in his brain and he found hinself forgiving Steve as he tumbled to the ground below. It all seemed to slow as he thought about him. He wouldn't be there to take care of him anymore and as cheesy as it sounded Buckys whole life was dedicated to taking care of Steve and he enjoyed it. The ground hit and that was it.

Until he woke up to scientist giving him a new arm. He immediately grabbed one of their necks and started squeezing. He found the the control on this metal arm was weird. It was cold on my skin and when he flexed his fingers around that guys neck he could feel it. Until they put him back under and the rest was a blur.

Steve tells him how they fought and how he totally kicked Buckys butt. He laughs and just shakes his head, He doesn't believe it but giving Steve the satisfaction that he wanted was all he could do. He was no longer under control of Hydra but after having that fight with Tony and the rest of his team he realized that the horrors in his head would never truly stop. He would always be able to be brainwashed and that man from Sokovia had proven it to him once and for all.

Steve watched him go into the cryostasis and it was hard to leave him once again but he said it was best for everyone this way. He didn't want Tony getting a hold of him and he certainly didn't want the government to find gim or the last of the Hydra agents so it was time to leave Steve once again and it hurt more each time.

Fighting Thanos with Steve was something different. It wasn't just America it was half of the whole universe. Half of every living thing would die and he had the power to stop it, or at least help stop it. He lived on Wakanda now, farming and helping with the sheep and horses and such. He never was a farm boy growing up and he certainly wasn't about to start wearing cowboy boots and a hat but he enjoyed the company of animals a lot. They were sweet and understanding and they could laugh at you while you cried on their back. Yes, it happened. Not a proud moment for Bucky.

When Steve arrived it was like a breath of fresh air. It had been months since he last visited and having him here to stay was great, even if they had an alien to fight. It crazy how much people will try to stop something when it means somones else's life. They gave it their all and on the end it wasn't enough.

"Steve?" He felt his legs go out from underneath him and he watched his arm start to crinkle. It didn't hurt, it felt like he was becoming weightless only for everything to go black.

He woke up in Wakanda with Wanda, Groot, T'Challa, and Sam all groaning and clutching their heads in pain. They all looked around and as they started talking yellow sparks flew thoughts arms and the rest is history.

Tony sacrificed his life for the cause and that's something you can't take back. Thanos dusted with his whole army and that was that. Steve returned the stones and came back just like he said he would. And that leads him to right now.

He was chocking out sobs that woke Steve up. He rushed to his side and held him as thunder began to roll through the New York sky. Steve knew that Bucky wasn't good with grieving and he knew that it would be hard to get over this. Bucky and Steve walked to the bed, Bucky curling up on Steve's lap while he let the older man cry. It was rare for Steve to be here for the emotions mainly because Bucky never let anyone see him emotional. He was taught that it was a fatal flaw and it should never show. But with things like this it was okay.

"It's okay, Buck. I know." Bucky sobbed harder and began to drench Steve's bare chest with tears. He hooked his arms around Buckys body and the crying man did the same, making chills run through Steve's body as his cold arm made contact with his back. He didn't flinch, He didn't want to frighten Bucky.

"It hurts so much, Steve." Bucky gripped Steve tighter and cried harder if that was possible.

"I know. But, it'll be okay. I love you, Buck." Bucky didn't reply and his breathing called down. Tears still fell from his eyes to Steve's chest but the older man appeared to be asleep so Steve laid down and held Bucky through the night. Because he was with him til the end of the line.

@theloveintheireyes for making me feel things.

#avengers endgame #avengers #stucky #steve rodgers #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #steve x bucky #bucky imagine #endgame spoiler alert #endgame spolier #marvel endgame

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honeystone-fashion · 5 years

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Once Upon A Soul: Pt 4 - Fires of Hell

Daria had awoken the next morning and passed it off as some peculiar dream, perhaps her hatred for her Stepmother was starting to eat away at her into thinking such awful things.

It seemed like Fate was only out to make Daria’s life more miserable however as Daria woke up a few days later to the news that her grandfather had passed in his sleep. Daria felt the sickening churn in her stomach that told her just what that meant, not only was she officially a princess but her new Stepmother was now queen.

The Funeral was held the following morning followed shortly by the Coronation of the king and queen; Daria didn’t get any special ceremony nor did she want one. The whole thing was just goddy and far fetched to her. Daria had been hiding in her tower and was surprised when she heard footsteps she looked up and spied her father looking at her, usually a very straight-faced man he did not look happy with her.

“You missed your mother’s coronation.” He told her Daria looked up from her book only briefly before she looked back down at its pages, the words whisking her away to a much more pleasant place where witches got what was coming to them

“she is not my mother.” Daria said turning the page she could feel the heat of his glare, but he did not move which made Daria feel more relieved

“She is your Queen though,” he insisted and Daria could already feel her blood beginning to boil, since the incident with Feliks she had noted her temper had become much more short, the servants had stopped picking on her as much the last few days because she had begun to fight back, if not for her mother who was off grieving for her new husband who would not return Daria would have run for her life by now.

Daria didn’t speak, letting the silence hang in the air between them, she refused to speak first according to a book she’d been reading it was a way of controlling the situation and Daria never wished to lose control of it again after last time.

“Daria!” her father snapped at her causing her to look up at him again as he strode over to her, taking the room in two long strides to seize the book out of her hands and throw it to the ground “You will go apologize to your queen this instant! You’re not being there has brought a shame to our home in front of all of our most important guests!” he bellowed at her Daria stood tall, letting her glare at him though she could hear her pulse in her ears she was so frightened by her own actions but the message in her was clear that she wasn’t going to take this any more

“And if I were to refuse?” she asked here she had the power, this was her safe place and not even he would take it from her, the way he had done everything this was all his fault after all.

Her words hung in the air as the two glared at each other, tension hanging in the air between them. Daria expected some reaction from him, for him to strike her, to yell, to drag her out of here but nothing happened all he did was let out a deep sigh and she watched the tension leave his shoulders and was surprised for the first time as he actually looked at her with a softness in his eyes

“This is about Feliks yes?” he asked Daria didn’t answer choosing to remain quiet but he already knew the answer “I am sorry for what she did to him, I know your grandfather swore that nothing would happen to him or your mother and I swear as long as I am able I will protect your mother. If I could bring Feliks back, I promise you that I would.” He told her Daria looked away from him folding her arms over her chest as she shut her eyes tightly to hide the tears that threatened to flow. Her father only sighed before surprising her by pulling her into a tight embrace

“Daria, I only wish for you to know that if I could have joined you and your mother all those years ago, I would have.” He told her softly she had never seen this emotional side to him before and she couldn’t help but gently pull back and look him in the eye

“Then why didn’t you?” she asked him there was a pause between the two where he didn’t say anything before, he finally turned his back on her

“I’ll tell your Stepmother that you were feeling ill and have your meals sent to your room, next time you don’t appear for an important event I better not find you here.” He warned her before he left. Daria watched him go and let out a deep sigh she gathered a few of her books before she headed back down the stairs shortly afterwards, yet again she would be alone in her bedroom.

Daria had fallen asleep on her bed when she felt somone’s hand on her shoulder and she jumped only for her father to press a hand gently over her mouth

“shh, get your cloak, quickly.” He ordered her in a hushed tone Daria was confused but she obeyed getting out of bed and hurrying to her wardrobe grabbing her cloak “What’s going on?” she whispered back he looked worried and had a rucksack filled with things and Daria knew royals waking in the middle of the night could never be a good thing

“We need to run, your stepmother has dark plans and we must leave at once.” He told her grabbing he wrist and pulling her along behind him as he hurried down the corridors, the entire castle seemed to be standing still in the late evening hours and the only sound that could be heard were their footsteps echoing in the empty halls as they made their way out through the kitchens, a servant waited with two horses ready for them and her father helped her mount hers

“No matter what happens, when I tell you to run, run and don’t ever look back.” He told her Daria bit her lip and looked back at the castle only to go a ghostly shade of white as she could see the figure of her step mother in a window peering back at her, her father saw it too for he quickly got on his horse and began to ride, Daria close behind him as there were shouts from guards who began to run from all over in an attempt to catch them, they didn’t even make it to the gates before they were overrun.

Daria paced the room that she had been locked in, her father had been taken from her and lead away to the throne room where she suspected her stepmother had planned to kill him. What could she do? Plenty of royals did this sort of thing all the time, she hated how helpless she felt and so soon after her promise to herself never to be so helpless again. Daria was trapped in there for hours, just pacing and worrying before a guard finally entered and lead her to the throne room, every step feeling like she was taking just one more towards the chopping block, and for all Daria knew it very well may have been. The sight Daria was met with was horrifying as her father lay in a pool of his own blood very obviously dead as Daria looked up to the throne to see her Stepmother watching her with those cold eyes and Daria knew praying for even a quick death was pointless.

“My dear, sweet Daria did he hurt you?” The Queen asked as she stood from her throne the sickly sweet tone in her voice sent a chill straight down her spine as the queen walked towards her and Daria felt herself frozen to her spot, practically choking on her own voice as The Queen walked to her and wrapped her arms around Daria pulling her in for a hug

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll make sure they never hurt you again.” She said the venom that flooded her voice was quick and Daria pushed back quickly half expecting a dagger to be in her back as the doors opened once more and the guards brought one final familiar face to see her.

Daria was horrified to see the face of her mother as the Queen wrapped her arm over Daria’s shoulders

“I’m sorry dear do you know her?” she asked and Daria knew this game once more, the same thing that she had done to Feliks in which she knew there was no winner, no way out and no way to save her mother.

“Please,” Daria begged her voice quaking with the tears that spilled from her eyes as she turned away from her mother to look at the queen

“W-we have a deal, please you-you can’t hurt her.” She pleaded with her it was all she could do even if she knew it was futile the first time Daria had seen her mother in years and yet she knew it would also be her last. The queen took a dagger from her belt and the pointed silver blade was pointed directly under Daria’s chin and once more she found herself stalk still with fear

“I’ll only ask you once more dear, do you. Know her.”

Daria looked to her mother as tears flowed freely and yet all she could see was her mother’s gentle smile over it all and hear her mother’s sweet voice

“It’s alright dear, everything will be fine.”

Daria shut her eyes tightly and looked back to the queen

“Yes. Please she’s my mother.”

Almost instantly she heard the swing of a guard’s blade and watched helplessly once more as her mother joined her father and Feliks. Daria screamed for her mother and tried to run for her but the Queen seized her by the arm pulling her in close

“I am your mother, I am your queen and if you think for one moment that your life was hell before you have no idea what hell really is.”

Daria felt the sting of the dagger’s blade slice her cheek open as she stumbled back and into the arms of a guard as he mother turned from her “Lock her in the dungeons and for the love of god clean this mess up.”

Daria was put in chains, her hands bound tightly behind her and her feet were shackled and once she was in the deepest, darkest part of the dungeon openly weeping did Daria finally come to terms with what was happening, she had nothing. No one to turn to except for that woman, that horrible wretched woman who had ruined everything.

Daria could only play over and over in her mind what had happened and the two words that stuck out most to her the entire time were hell and god. But without her family couldn’t they be one and the same?

She was already bleeding, perhaps it was worth the try.

“Julius,” she said softly at first and looked around before she tried again louder this time “Julius!”

At first everything stood so still she almost thought that perhaps it were a nightmare but then he appeared kneeling before her, a shit eating grin on his face as his red eyes met her blue ones

“I said to prick your finger princess, not murder the entire royal bloodline….or perhaps is that my job?” he asked her, Daria’s shackles vanished and she was free once more as she looked up at him

“Just say the word princess, anything that broken heart wants is yours for the price of your soul.”

Daria knew exactly what she wanted, anger and hatred bloomed new like a burning red rose in her heart

“I want you to help me, I want the power to destroy her. To take away everything that she cares about just like she did to me!!” Daria cried and the grin on his face was enough as blue flames appeared on his hand he held it out to her

“Think carefully there darling, a soul isn’t something you can get back.” He warned her but one look into Daria’s eyes proved she was not the sweet little princess she had been the last time they’d met

“I don’t care, I want this kingdom to burn.” She told him seizing his hand in hers she could feel like something was ripping from inside her. In a matter of hours everything that she had wanted was fulfilled, the castle was up in flames and Daria stood over her step mother with the same dagger that had cut her protruding from her stepmother’s throat.

Julius chuckled a bit to himself

“We have ten years before I have to collect your soul, what do you want to do next?” he asked her Daria looked at him and smiled

“What else? Make the world burn.”

END

#tw violence #tw fire #tw blood #trigger warning

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Tiny Steve, and Bucky

A continuation of Sick which is linked below

Hi there! @tiny-taker ;P I just liked your idea.

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It was an early fall morning. Bucky rolled over in his sleep, and woke up wincing as sunlight poked through the closed curtians, and shined through his eyelids. He blinked awake and sat up, to see Steve still asleep on the side table.

Bucky smiled to himself. It had been almost a year since he had found the little guy. Steve had been, skinny, sick, and stubborn as a bull— and he was still, skinny, sometimes sick, and had only seemed to grow in stubbornness, but things were different.

For one, Steve didn't have that pale dead look, and he might have been skinny, but he wasn't malnourished. He still had bad days where asthma, or fevers were bad, but on a whole he was doing better.

"Hey buddy." Bucky reached over and nudged the little man. "Wake up, your losing daylight." Steve groaned, and raised his blanket— a sock, over his head.

"Leave me alone." He grumbled.

Bucky snickered, and sat up. "Come on, we need to eat breakfast, and get going."

"You need to get going. I don't have a job." Steve correct him, his voice muffled by the blanket.

"But I don't work today remember? I took Jacksons shift last week so my hours were filled."

Steve pushed the blanket off, a grumpy look on his face. "You mean I'm stuck with you?"

"All day long." Bucky grinned cheekily.

Steve sent a glare up at the smiling giant, and went back under the sock. "Wake me up when winter is over!"

Bucky laughed, and picked steve up sock, and all to carry him to the kitchen. "Let's go you stubborn bastard."

"Put me down!" Steve snapped fully awake. He sat up, and wrapped the sock around his shoulders. "Your hands are ICE! Why?" He shuddered.

Bucky set steve on the counter, and went to grab a can of spam.

"Spam?" Steve asked, as Bucky approached.

Bucky sighed. "Its all we got." He said somewhat apologetically.

Steve shook his head. "No not like that, I meant 'Spam?' out of curiosity. I don't care what we eat."

"Alright buddy." He cracked the can open, and peeled the lid back. He doled it out on plates, and kept his face from frowning as Steve gagged down his portion. Halfway through Steve stopped, and pushed it away.

"Ok I'm full."

Bucky pursed his lips, but didn't press the issue. They had been eating almost nothing, but spam for almost a week now, and even though Steve didn't complain, Bucky could tell he hated it. Even he was getting sick of it.

He furrowed his eyes and came up with an idea. "Hey Steve, I just remembered. I promised a friend from work I would look over a story he wrote. Wanted a second opinion on it you know?"

"Ok." Steve shrugged. "You don't need my permission to leave." He chuckled.

"I know, I just wanted to inform you," he cuffed Steve ear. "Do you think you can manage without me?"

Steve grabbed the knuckle, and wrestled with it. "I can manage! I'll clober anyone who tries to break in!"

Bucky let Steve mess around, before hooking his fingers around Steve's waist, and raised him up.

Steve squeaked, and clinged to the finger. "Hey you cheater!

"What? This is what would happen if somone broke in. And also, why would someone break in? We have nothing worth taking!" He wrapped his hand around Steve loosely, and leaned against the counter.

"They could take the spam?" He suggested.

Bucky smirked. "You would like that wouldn't you?"

Steves face flushed. "I... It was just an option!"

Bucky snickered and set Steve down on the ground. "I'll be back soon half pint. See you later."

Waving, steve watched Bucky leave. When he left, he turned to wander past the living room, and into Bucky's bedroom. Admittedly it took awhile, but Steve was in no hurry. Upon entering Bucky's room he heard a scuffle from the corner, and froze.

"Is that a mouse?" He thought. He searched around frantically for a weapon, and settled on a pencil. Running over he hefted the end up, and held it as high as he could. The scuffling noise got closer, a shadow passed the wall, and then.

"Judith...?" Steve asked nervously.

"Steve?" A voice answered. Steve dropped the pencil. Another young borrower, much like him came around. She stopped, and stared at Steve as if he was a ghost. "Holy cow. Steve! What happened to you?"

Steve frowned. "I'm fine. Nothing happened. How—"

Two other borrowers stepped out from the corner, to Steve's shock, and they were as unlike steve as possible. Both had broad shoulders, and a guy that declared years of eating. "Moe, Abraham." Steve nodded stiffly.

Abraham mearly stared coldly at Steve while Moe greeted him back. "Hey... It's stringy Steve!" How you doing stringy?"

"Fine."

Moe came over, and eyed Steve. "You look more than fine... Jeez! You look like you've gotten a couple of meals under your belt."

"More than I ever did around you!" Steve snapped.

"Oh? I see your still as disrespectful as ever." Moe sneered.

"Come on Moe, leave him alone." Judith sighed.

Moe held his hands up. "I'm just making an observation, calm down doll."

Judith glared at him, but kept quiet.

"How'd you suddenly get so good at borrowing? Did another clan take your weak hide in? I know you couldn't have been secretly sneaking food." He came over and pushed Steve roughly. "How many have to go hungry just to keep your sick ass fed?"

"Moe!" Judith cried.

"Shut up!" He growled. "Well?"

Steve bit his lip. "I met a human bean." He admitted.

"What?" Moe laughed. "You can't be serious? Your a pet!?" He roared, grabbing the front of Steve's shirt, and swung him around to the ground. "Your a disgrace! The best thing you could have done for the colony was to die! You showed yourself to a human bean?!"

Steve rolled to a stop, and stood to his shakey feet. "It wasn't exactly by choice." Steve brought his fists up. "I took you before, I can take you again." he declared, bouncing on his heels.

Moe, and Abraham's snickered. "The only thing you've taken from me is a beating. I guess you want another one." He rolled his sleeves up.

"Moe, don't please—" Judith pleaded, but Moe had already swung. He socked Steve's jaw, knocking him down to the ground.

Steve felt Moe come over, and pin him down. In the background he heard Judith attempting to reason with Moe. But Moe had a look in his eye that Steve knew well—and the beating began. He squirmed, and fought under Moe's fist, trying to avoid the blows. Just when his vision started blacking out, he heard screams, and the weight was pulled off him.

It took a minute for Steve to get his bearings, but as he rolled to his knees, a hand scooped him up, and he heard a voice.

"Hey half pint, have you been picking fights?"

Steve grinned. "Hey Bucky." A gentle thumb came up, and touched the side of his face.

"Looks like a black eye buddy." Bucky sighed. Setting Steve carefully on the pillow, he turned to his other fist. "Now what to do with you? Moe was it?"

Moe gawked at Bucky in terror. Bucky's hand came up, and pinched Moes head in his fingers. "No! Pl-please!" Moe begged.

Bucky tilted his head, and pretended to think it over. "Hmm....I don't know, what do you think Steve?" He looked over at the little man, a teasing grin on his face, though to Moe it was a terrifying sneer.

"Well," he groaned, getting to his knees. "Let me introduce you first. Moe this is Bucky, the human bean I was telling you about; Bucky this is Moe, he made my life hell back at the clan."

"Really?" Bucky questioned turning to look at Moe. He remembered Steve I his fevered state rambling about never eating, and always having his food taken away, his fist tightened slightly.

"Well then if I ever see you again, I'll have to send you off to hell." He set Moe down, and watched as he darted away to a hidden hole under the bed. "Wow, he's fast. Why aren't you fast?" Bucky teased sitting the bed.

Steve ignored the jibe. "You scared the crap out'a him. You weren't really going to hurt him though were you?"

Bucky shook his head. "Aw, I'm hurt half pint."

"Heh, Sorry." Steve changed the subject. "So how was the story?"

"Ah about that." Bucky offered his hand to Steve who climbed on. "I might have lied about the story, I went out and got some much needed groceries."

Steve gasped excitedly, but then his face fell. "Wait... You said you couldn't afford—"

"I don't want you to worry about it buddy." Bucky cut off. "Besides, it was cheap. I wouldn't have bought it if it wasn't.".

Steve ducked his head. "Well ok.... What did you get?"

"A pound of apples, a jar of jam, and ingredients to make bread."

Steve beamed. "Great! Then, can we make some right now?" He requested, as they entered the kitchen.

"Ok half pint." Bucky snorted.

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