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Their Girl - Christmas Special

Soft!Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader

5098 Words

A/N: Shameless, self-indulgent fluff. This is long and I haven’t had time to proofread it, but I doubt I’ll have time tomorrow to get it up, so I’ll try to give it a read through tomorrow. Enjoy! And Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

You fidgeted with the fluffy skirt of your dress, toying with the fuzzy white trim around the sleeves. You were half-hiding behind Bucky’s legs- luckily for you, he wasn’t really one for parties either. Steve was across the room, sipping a beer and laughing with Natasha and Sam. Wanda and Peter were camped out, coloring by the enormous Christmas tree at the center of the room. Their crayons were moving over the paper, but the two of them were obviously eyeing the presents wrapped in sparkly paper. Loki was pretending to read a book in the corner, but his eyes were shifty, no doubt scanning the room for opportunities to toy with someone.

The room was lavishly decorated with lights and garland and Christmas music drifted lazily from F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s speaker system. You loved Christmas- the decorations, the food, the parties, the music, you name it. But this was a boring grown-up party. And you weren’t quite used to being around everyone all at the same time. You were nervous.

Bucky draped his arm over your shoulders, “Are you sure you don’t want to go play, babydoll?” He pointed at Wanda and Peter, “I see some new coloring books over there.”

You shook your head, “Nuh-uh.”

He gave your shoulder a squeeze, “How about something to drink then, hm? I’m kind of thirsty.”

“Okay.” You stayed close to Bucky as he made his way to the bar, grabbing a beer for himself and filling a cup with chocolate milk for you. “Thank you, Daddy,” you chimed, clutching his hand in yours.

“You’re welcome, doll. Do you want anything else?” He leaned in and kissed your forehead. You shook your head; you just wanted to stay with Bucky until it was time to go home.

“How are my two favorite Scrooges doing?” Steve’s voice floated over as he crossed the room.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “We’re doing just fine, thanks for asking Stevie.”

“I need to borrow Daddy for a minute, okay angel?” Steve slung an arm over Bucky’s shoulders and began to steer him away.

Unwilling to let go of Bucky’s hand, you trailed after them with a faint whimper. Bucky shooed Steve away, promising to catch up in a minute before crouching in front of you, “I’ve gotta go socialize a little bit, okay? Why don’t you go play, just for a few minutes?”

Instead of answering, you whined again, shuffling in between his knees and burying your face in his neck. He gave a bemused chuckle, “Oh, babydoll, you’ll be okay. I promise.” He led you over to Wanda and Peter and left you with another kiss on the forehead. You watched him take a long swig of his beer before making his way over to the other adults.

You looked at Peter and Wanda for a second; they were animatedly discussing what could be in the presents. Wanda’s oversized sweater was covered in stray glitter and Peter had tinsel stuck in his hair. Instead of joining them, you shuffled over toward Loki, sidling up next to him.

“What are you reading?”

“Hm?” Loki tore his gaze from the crowd of grown-ups, “Oh, this? That’s nothing.”

“Then what are you doing?” you asked.

“Same as you. Avoiding them,” he tipped his chin at Wanda and Peter.

“How come?”

“Why are you?”

“I asked first.”

He heaved a sigh, “Look at them; all they care about is gifts. This whole holiday is pointless.”

“It is not!”

“You don’t think so?”

“No,” you huffed.

“Then what is the point?” he asked scornfully. “And if you say Santa Clause, I’m leaving.”

“Making people happy. And being nice.” You crossed your arms, “You don’t get it. You just like to tease.”

He smirked a little, “Yeah, I do. But I can be nice too.”

“Prove it,” you challenged.

“Fine,” he huffed. He stood, grabbing your hand, “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?” You frantically looked back over your shoulder at your daddies, but they were still engaged in conversation.

“We’re going to do something nice.”

He led you to the kitchen, where he began rifling through the pantry with single-minded determination.

You glanced around, waiting nervously for an adult to catch you somewhere you shouldn’t be, “What are you getting?”

He continued to dig, clearly looking for something in particular, “Mother always told me food is what makes people happy. Whenever we had visitors in Asgard, we would have a feast for them.”

Your eyes grew wide; you were always fascinated when Thor and Loki talked about Asgard, “Really?”

“Yes- it always works.” He emerged from the pantry, triumphantly brandishing a package of oreo cookies, “We can make some of those holiday treats you Midgardians are so fond of.”

That actually wasn’t a bad idea. “But we need frosting. They can’t be Christmas cookies if they don’t have red and green frosting.”

“In the fridge- I think there’s some leftover from when Natasha and Wanda were baking yesterday.”

You nodded, hurrying to the fridge while Loki unsleeved cookies and laid them out on a plate. You grabbed the nearly empty frosting bag from the shelf and held it up, “D’you think it’s enough?”

He nodded, “Bring it over.” He took the bag and squeezed some out while you dug through the drawers for a spoon. Spreading the frosting over the cookies, you licked a little bit from your fingers, giggling. This was way more fun than the party.

Loki glanced at you, grinning toothily at the sound of your laughter, “See? I can be nice.” You nodded, unwilling to vocally admit that you’d been wrong. He squeezed some frosting onto a finger, “And I can still tease too.”

Too slowly, you realized his intent, and then you had frosting down the bridge of your nose. Swiping the bulk of it off, you lunged at him, but he deftly dodged out of the way, laughing.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” you pouted.

He considered for a moment, “Fine. But you can’t tell anyone.”

You nodded your agreement and he tucked his hands behind his back to show you he wouldn’t fight back. Dragging green frosting down his nose was satisfying, pulling more giggles from you.

“What’s going on in here?” You whirled around at the sound of Steve’s voice, your guilt literally right on your face.

“We wanted to make Christmas cookies for the party,” Loki said smoothly.

You picked up one of the oreos smeared with frosting and held it out, “Do you want one, Papa?” You were hopeful; maybe the cookies would make him forget that you’d snuck out of the party.

“Y/N, you know better than to wander off.” He’d used your real name; that wasn’t a good sign. He grabbed a paper towel from the counter and cleaned off your nose, “And you’ve got frosting all over your face.” He urged Loki over and did the same for him.

“That’s my fault,” Loki spoke up. “I made her come with me. And I put frosting on her.” You stared at Loki; it was unlike him to take the blame. But he was trying to be nice.

“Is that true?” Steve asked, gazing at you intently.

You bit your lip; you didn’t want to get in trouble. Even less so today, of all days. But it was Christmas Eve. “No, Papa. I wanted to teach him about Christmas. It was me.”

He hoisted you up on his hip, “Then we’ll talk about this later. For now, let’s get back.”

You gave him your best doe eyes, “But Papa, what about the cookies? We made ‘em.”

He sighed, glancing back at the messy plate of frosting covered oreos, “Fine. You can bring them back with us, Loki.”

Beaming triumphantly, Loki grabbed the plate and trailed after you and Steve to the party. Everything was as you’d left it, though Thor and Bucky approached as you came in.

Bucky reached for you, “Where’d you get to, doll?”

Steve handed you over and spoke before you could, “She and Loki were in the kitchen. They were making cookies.” He tilted his head at the plate of cookies Loki was still holding, though this time, a hint of a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.

Bucky gave an exaggerated gasp, “You made those?”

“Yeah! Do you want one, Daddy?”

“I sure do.” He took a cookie, giving you a little nudge on his hip, “Did you offer one to Papa?”

“Papa doesn’t like Christmas cookies,” you glanced at Steve. It was why you hadn’t asked to bake any.

Steve seemed to realize this, brushing your hair back from your face, “I would have made some for you, angel. I didn’t realize you liked them so much.”

“Steve Rogers, you dislike cookies?” Thor asked, brow furrowed.

“I don’t, I just don’t like having so many sweets around,” Steve answered guiltily. He turned back to you, “Of course I’ll have one, sweetheart. And if you want, we can make some tomorrow and share them with everyone.”

You instantly brightened, “Really?”

He took a cookie from Loki and bit off half of it, making sure to hum his approval before he fed you the other half, “Absolutely.”

Thor glanced at Loki, “He wasn’t up to anything, was he?”

Steve shook his head, “Not that I could tell. It seemed like they were just frosting cookies. Though they both had frosting on their faces.”

Thor raised an eyebrow, but he seemed satisfied with that, patting Loki on the back and ushering him over to the snack table to put the plate down.

Bucky toted you over to the Christmas tree, setting you down by Peter and Wanda, who had moved significantly closer to the tree and were discussing something in hushed tones. Tony came striding over, one eyebrow raised, “Do we have all of our rugrats now?”

“Present and accounted for,” Bucky chuckled.

“Alright, anklebiters, gather round. It’s time for a Stark family tradition: the Christmas pickle.”

Steve snorted a laugh, “Are you telling me that Howard Stark used to hide a pickle in his Christmas tree?”

“Absolutely not. He hated the pickle. But my mom would sneak it in there every year before the Christmas party. Drove the old man mad. So it only seems appropriate to keep it going.”

You looked around at the others; no one else looked confused. “What’s Christmas pickle?” You murmured the question to Wanda, hoping she would subtly explain it to you.

Instead, she blurted it out, “Y/N has never played before!”

Your face got hot, but Tony knelt beside you, “It’s really easy, squirt. Somewhere in the tree, there’s an ornament that looks like a pickle. First person to find it wins an extra present. Got it?”

You nodded, glancing back at Bucky and Steve for reassurance. They urged you closer to the tree, whispering encouragement in your ear.

“Alright, everybody ready?” Everyone nodded, though Loki didn’t look particularly interested. You guessed he was only participating because Thor had insisted.

Tony gave the go-ahead and you carefully examined the tree, unwilling to wreck the decorations in the process. But it didn’t matter; it seemed like mere seconds before Wanda was jumping up and down, “I found it!”

“Guess I should have made it a little more difficult,” Tony mused. He plucked one of the gifts from under the tree- a white gift bag with shiny, silver tissue paper.

But before he could hand it to Wanda, Peter cried out, stamping his foot, “Wanda cheated!”

“What do you mean, Pete?” Tony asked, curiosity piqued.

“She was looking for the pickle while we were coloring,” Peter protested.

Wanda looked aghast at Peter’s betrayal, “Peter knew too! He’s just mad he didn’t get it first!”

Now Tony looked disappointed, “That true, Petie?”

Peter’s face flushed and he didn’t answer, instead running off to hide under the snack table. You weren’t sure what to make of all of this; what was the big deal? It was just a pickle.

Tony sighed, “Okay then. All the kids join Peter under the snack table. I’m re-hiding the pickle. And if I see anyone peeking- and I will see- you’re out of the game.”

Seemingly relieved to not be in trouble, although Natasha looked quite annoyed, Wanda grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the snack table. Once you were under the cover of the tablecloth, you waited until Tony gave the okay again. Wanda dragged you back out with her, though once you were back in front of the tree, she released your hand- it was every man for themselves.

Now that you were on even footing, you felt more comfortable playing the game. You looked with a bit more enthusiasm, though you were still mindful of the decorations.

Seconds ticked by and you felt sure that someone else was going to shout their victory at any moment. But Wanda and Peter were just as focused on their search as you.

“Switch places with me?” Loki’s voice broke your musing.

You hesitated for a second; it would be like Loki to toy with you, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt, nodding and swapping places. Wanda and Peter noticed the switch and followed suit, seeming to grow frustrated with their lack of results.

You began to look in your new spot, but you didn’t have to look far; there it was. Right on the front centermost branch. You cupped it in your hand, glancing at Loki; there was no way he could have missed it. He caught your eye, only offering a half-hearted shrug in response.

Taking it carefully off the tree, you held it up to Tony, who was supervising Peter and Wanda this time. “That’s the game folks, we have our winner.” He seemed relieved to be done with it at that point. He traded you the gift bag for the pickle while Wanda sulked in the background, although Natasha was quick to remedy that.

Steve and Bucky approached and knelt beside you, “What did you get, sweetheart?”

Removing the paper, you pulled out a gift card with Donkey Kong emblazoned on the front. Bucky examined the text, making a face, “We might have to swap it out for something else, doll.”

“What is it?”

“Something wrong?” Tony asked, approaching with a pouty Peter on his hip.

“She doesn’t have one of those game systems,” Steve explained.

“No worries. I’ll replace it, alright squirt?” You nodded; you were disappointed, although you weren’t sure if it was because you couldn’t use your gift or because it was for the game you wanted.

“Well, now that the first gift is opened, how about we tear into the rest of these? Hm?” Tony set Peter down, who immediately cheered up.

Bucky and Steve sat beside you on the floor while Tony distributed gifts. You had three; one from Tony and Peter, one from Thor and Loki, and one from Natasha and Wanda.

“Go ahead, baby,” Bucky urged, putting the present from Nat and Wanda in your lap. Peter and Wanda were already tearing into their own gifts.

Tearing off the glittery paper revealed a gift basket. It was full to the brim with bath stuff; bubble bath, toys, bath bombs, a waterproof shower speaker, a hooded towel, and a set of cozy pajamas, complete with fuzzy socks.

Steve pushed over Tony and Peter’s gift next. It was a large box, decorated in red wrapping paper with a gold bow. You tore off the paper, pulling out an easel, complete with real canvases and paints. There was also an art kit, full of crayons and markers and pastels and pretty colored paper to use them on.

Last was Thor and Loki’s gift. It was smaller than the other two, wrapped in shiny gold paper. Unwrapping the box, you gasped audibly as you caught a glimpse of what was inside.

“What is it, angel?” Steve moved the frayed paper out of the way, revealing the image on the front of the box. “I thought we set a price limit.” He sounded a little annoyed, but you were too over the moon to notice.

“Daddy! Daddy, d’you see? It’s a game, just like everyone else has!”

“I see, doll,” Bucky chuckled softly. “Stevie,” he squeezed the back of Steve’s neck, “Let’s not be rude, hm?”

Oblivious to Steve’s frustration, Thor clapped Bucky and Steve on the shoulder, “Quite the idea Loki had, isn’t it? There was some new version he just had to have, so we thought there was no better place for the old one to go. He said she was quite taken with it.”

“That was very thoughtful,” Bucky replied, rubbing Steve’s back reassuringly.

Beaming, your gaze fell on Loki across the room. He was deliberately not looking your way, it seemed. But it seemed to catch his eye when your face fell; he finally glanced your way, offering a small smile.

“Can I play right now?”

“No sweetheart, that would be rude.”

“Later?” you offered hopefully.

“Maybe later.”

“Will you play with me, Papa? I can show you.”

His face softened, if only a little, “Sure, angel.”

Bucky held out a hand, “Here doll, let me hang onto that. Why don’t you go talk to everyone else? See how they liked their presents.”

You were reluctant to part with your new game so quickly, but you knew your daddy would keep it safe. You handed it over and hurried over to Wanda and Peter, excited to tell them you would be able to join them.

You nodded, giddy with excitement, “Okay! Guess what I got!” You didn’t wait for her to guess, “I got a game, just like you guys! Now I can come visit you and we can play together!”

“Y/N, look! I got a bunch of new movies! We can watch them next time you come visit!”

Wanda squealed and Peter chimed in, “Me too?”

“Yeah!”

You noticed Loki back in his corner, alone since Thor was still talking to Bucky and Steve. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

You left Wanda and Peter to their gifts and made your way over, clutching your hands behind your back, “Did you like the blankie we got you? I picked it out.” You glanced at the half-opened gravity blanket on the floor by his other gifts.

He nodded, uncharacteristically shy, “It’s nice. Thanks.”

You rocked on your heels, “Thank you. For the game. ‘M really excited.”

That drew a smile from him, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Did you really get a new one?”

“Not yet. But it’ll be here soon.”

“Then we can play together.” He nodded. You opened your mouth to say more, but you heard your name.

“Babydoll, come on back. It’s almost time to go.”

You glanced at Loki, “I gotta go. See you.” You waved, “Merry Christmas!”

He smiled wryly, “Merry Christmas.”

You practically skipped back to Steve and Bucky, though Steve wandered off to help clean up the stray wrapping paper.

“You ready to go, doll?” Bucky squeezed your hand.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, excited to get home.

Bucky knelt, “Alright, doll. I’m working on Papa, okay? But you gotta play it cool. I know you wanna play your new game, but tonight, I know Papa wants to watch a movie before bedtime. Do you think you can do me a big favor and wait until tomorrow to play?”

Your face fell, “But Papa said-”

“I know he said maybe later. But it would make him really happy if you watched a movie with us tonight.” He cupped your cheek, “Please?”

You gave a reluctant nod, “Okay. I can play tomorrow?”

“I’ll do my best.”

He kissed your nose, “That’s my girl.”

Steve came back over, “We ready to get going?” You raised your arms and he scooped you up, chuckling, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Bucky gathered up your gifts, somehow managing to juggle them all, “Tell everyone goodbye, babydoll.”

You waved goodbye to everyone as they were gathering up their own things, following up with thank yous for your presents. Wanda and Peter called cheerful goodbyes back and a chorus of Merry Christmases followed the three of you out the door.

“Did you have fun, sweetness?” Steve brushed his hand over your leg, giving you a little squeeze.

You nodded, “Can we watch a movie at home, Papa?”

He seemed surprised at that, “Of course we can, angel.” Bucky gave you a subtle nod of approval over Steve’s shoulder. “What do you say to a bath first?”

Once you were home, bathed, and into your new Christmas pajamas, you climbed onto the couch while Steve and Bucky took seats on either side of you. The opening credits rolled and you accepted your paci from Bucky, feeling content and excited for tomorrow.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but when you woke up, you were in bed. Steve’s arm was draped over your waist and Bucky’s soft, even breathing was warm on your forehead. It didn’t take long for you to remember that today was Christmas, a small gasp escaping your lips.

You wriggled carefully out of bed, slinking out the bedroom door, too focused on your destination to hear the soft chuckle that left Steve’s lips. You padded out to the living room, eyes growing wide the sight of the Christmas tree, lit up and surrounded by presents. You were proud of the Christmas tree; you’d all decorated it together, with Steve’s Christmas record playing in the background. You’d even put the star on top, after Steve had hoisted you up on his shoulders so you could reach.

Now, candy canes hung from the branches and the wrapped gifts waited for you to open them. You darted back down the hallway, throwing yourself onto the bed, “Santa came! Daddy, wake up!” You grabbed Steve’s arm and gave him a little shake, squealing when he grabbed you and pulled you back into his grasp.

He gave an exaggerated yawn, “I don’t know sweetheart, I’m pretty sleepy. Maybe we’ll sleep for another couple of hours. What do you think, Buck?”

“Sounds good to me,” Bucky mumbed, snaking his arms around your waist.

You wiggled in their arms, “No Papa, it’s Christmas! You gotta wake up! It’s time to open presents!”

“Oh, is it Christmas?” Steve teased. “I completely forgot. Good thing we have you here to remind us.”

“Are you coming?” you pleaded, jutting your lower lip.

“I suppose so,” Steve chuckled. “You comin’, Buck?”

“‘M comin’.”

Steve released you, though you were still trapped by Bucky, kissing your forehead before getting out of bed, “Make sure Daddy gets up, okay? I’ll meet you out there, sweetheart.”

“Daddy, c’mon,” you pleaded.

He yawned, a real yawn, before brushing your cheek with a finger, “Merry Christmas, doll.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

By the time you finally tugged him out of the bed, Steve had music going in the background and the kitchen smelled like coffee. A groggy Bucky followed you down the hall and Steve handed him a steaming mug. Bucky murmured a thank you and kissed Steve on the cheek before heading into the living room and plopping down on the couch.

“You want some cocoa, angel?” Steve offered you a sippy cup.

“Thank you, Papa. Can we open presents now?”

“Yes, we can open presents now,” he chuckled. Steve followed you into the living room and took a seat on the couch next to Bucky, finally giving you the go-ahead.

An hour later, all of the gifts had been opened and Steve had finally given the okay for you to play your game while he and Bucky made breakfast. Wrapping paper was strewn across the living room floor, though your gifts were set aside: several new stuffies, a few new outfits, some records of your own for the record player, and a new set of crayons and a coloring book to go with it. You were using a fuzzy new blanket and a custom paci designed with Captain America’s shield on it while you played.

“Sweetheart, time for breakfast,” Steve called from the kitchen. You carefully put your game down and scurried out to the kitchen, unwilling to risk having it taken away so soon.

“Do you need help, Papa?” you chirped, hovering at his elbow.

Bucky ushered you over to the table, hoisting you into your chair, “Everything’s all ready, doll.” He kissed your forehead before he took his own seat. Steve set down a plate piled with pancakes and took his own seat before dishing food out, first for you and then for himself. Bucky cut your pancakes for you.

“Can I play my game some more after breakfast?”

“I was gonna say we should make cookies,” Bucky countered. “That sound good?”

You nodded, “Yeah! And then we can take them to Wanda and Loki and Peter?”

“Sure thing, angel,” Steve agreed, seemingly relieved at the distraction from the video game.

So, after breakfast, Bucky got out a bowl and gathered everything you needed for cookies. He sat you up on his lap and let you mix the dough until it became too hard for you to stir, taking over and mixing with ease. Once he was satisfied with it, he floured the table and rolled the dough out, setting you to work with the cookie cutters. Pretty soon, you were covered from head to toe in flour, despite how careful you’d been with your cutouts.

“Doll, you’re supposed to bake with flour, not wear it,” Bucky teased, flicking a bit more in your direction.

“Buck-” Steve sounded exasperated, but he was too late. You squealed a laugh and climbed into his lap, smearing white all down the front of his shirt. You giggled as you buried your fingers in the scruff of his beard, leaving white streaks of flour over his cheeks.

Bucky’s mouth fell open in mock surprise, “Did you just get me all messy?”

“You did first!” you laughed.

Bucky leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I think Papa is a little too clean over there, what do you think?”

You grinned and clamored off Bucky’s lap, scurrying over to Steve, who was working on mixing frosting, “Can I help, Papa?”

“I heard that, Bucky,” Steve rolled his eyes. But still, you lifted your arms and shuffled closer. Steve sighed, “Come on then. Get up here.”

He hoisted you into his lap and let you stir the food coloring into the frosting while Bucky loaded the cookies into the oven. Steve watched you stir the frosting with a look of blissful exasperation; you were dusting him with flour, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind.

Once the cookies were baking, they wiped you off and you helped Steve clean up the living room while Bucky manned the kitchen. You helped Bucky frost the cookies as they were cooled and then you got another bath to get the remaining flour and frosting off you before delivering the cookies.

First up was Thor and Loki. You knocked on the door, rocking on your heels while you waited. When Thor opened the door, you beamed, “Merry Christmas! We brought cookies!”

Thor accepted the tupperware, “Thank you very much, little one. Loki! Y/N has brought us cookies.”

Loki shuffled into the doorway behind Thor, muttering a thank you. Your brow furrowed, “Are you okay?”

Thor chuckled softly, “We are a bit grumpy today. Pay him no mind.”

You bit your lip, “I hope the cookies make you feel better!”

Steve squeezed your shoulder, “I’m sure they will, sweetheart. You ready to give Natasha and Wanda theirs?” You nodded, waving goodbye to Thor and Loki before trotting after Steve down the hall.

When Natasha opened the door to their apartment, she smiled, “Merry Christmas, you guys.”

“Merry Christmas, Nat,” Steve replied.

You still felt guilty whenever you went to Nat’s, remembering when you’d run away. “We brought you cookies,” you offered, holding out the dish.

“That’s so sweet of you, thank you so much,” Natasha trilled. “Wanda, do you want to come say ‘hi’?”

Wanda’s head poked up from the couch and she hurried over, her game clutched in her hand, “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Wanda!”

She held up her game, “Do you wanna play with me when you get home?”

You looked to Steve, “Can I, Papa?”

He stifled a sigh and Natasha snickered, “For a little bit.”

You beamed, “Okay, let’s go see Petey!” You were in a hurry now.

Wanda nodded her approval and Nat clapped Steve on the shoulder, “I’ll text you Wanda’s friend code.”

“Her what?”

“I’ll explain it later.”

Finally was Peter. Tony opened the door, with Peter on his hip, “To what do we owe this patriotic pleasure?”

“We brought cookies!” You offered them up and Peter was quick to accept.

“What do we say, Pete?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” Steve chuckled.

“I’m gonna play my game with Wanda when we get home. Do you wanna play too, Peter?”

“Can I, Daddy?” Peter turned his doe eyes on Tony.

“Sure thing, it’s Christmas, isn’t it?

Peter cheered, “Okay, I’m gonna go get ready!”

Tony released the now-wriggling Peter with a chuckle, “I guess that’s that. Thanks for the cookies, guys.”

“Merry Christmas,” you offered shyly.

Tony nodded, “Merry Christmas, squirt. Merry Christmas, Cap.”

“Merry Christmas, Tony.”

One more stop to Bruce, who seemed pleasantly surprised to have visitors today, and you were ready to go home. Once you were finished, Steve hoisted you up onto his hip, “You can play for an hour, okay? Because you were good and used your manners.”

“Okay! Thank you, Papa!” You hugged his neck and he gave you a little squeeze as you returned home.

You played with Wanda and Peter while Steve and Bucky cleaned up the kitchen. Bucky had started dinner while you two were gone and the smell of honied ham was permeating the apartment. By the time your hour was up, it was time for dinner and before you knew it, the day was over.

Dressed in clean pajamas, your teeth brushed, belly full, and paci in your mouth, you climbed into bed with Steve and Bucky. “Did you have a good Christmas, doll?” Bucky murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You nodded, already growing sleepy, your words sloppy around the paci, “The best Christmas, Daddy.”

Steve hummed, tracing circles on your back and pressing a kiss to your cheek before settling in, “We love you, sweetheart.”

You cuddled close, closing your eyes, “Love you guys too.”

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strawberrypiratenin · 3 years

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Halcyon

Part I: Wisdom of a Moss

Disclaimer: One Piece and it’s wonderful characters is owned by Eiichiro Oda. The following work of fiction is just my way of filling in some spaces in his work with my shameless imagination.

This and my other work is also available in ff.net.

Rating: K+

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: Friendship, Comfort, Humor, sprinkle of Fluff

Pairing: Zoro/Nami

Summary: Set after Ch. 955 in the manga. Nami reflects on their current journey and her worries are let known to a certain swordsman.

A/N: Being the ones to be beside Luffy since the very beginning, I figured if there is someone to reflect on how their journey has been it has to be these two. Seeing also how they have the dynamic of Nami being worrisome and Zoro comforting just telling her how things are (e.g. Davy back fight, Usopp leaving the crew), I thought if someone in the crew is going to feel this way, it would be Nami, with Zoro being there to talk it out.

This was supposed to be a one- shot but I ended up having a vision of a scene to wrap this up which I’m trying to get to. So looks like there would be more. Hopefully I somehow mostly stayed in character. Hope you enjoy.

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"What's a dango?" the Strawhat's doctor asked, eyes glinting, as Sanji helped unload the fragrant boxes of dango sent by one of the allies. They were gathered around a table in their small camp. The preparations for the raid in Onigashima nearing its completion.

" Hmm…dango? Ah yes, you see Chopper, it's a type of weapon, disguised as colorful treats that when eaten, causes one to be hypnotized and start walking backwards! An assassin once tried this weapon on me…" Usopp started explaining as the glint in the poor reindeer's eyes started to die out.

"…but you see the great and mighty Uso—"

"Wrong!" The blonde cook shouted, sandaled foot connecting on the sniper's head. "Stop disrespecting food like that!"

Nami cringed at the thought of a hypnotizing, backward walking individual they had once encountered.

"It's a sweet rice dumpling, Chopper. And no, it won't hypnotize you when you eat it." Nami said sweetly, to the relief of the horrified reindeer.

Nami's eyes narrowed to the now laying on the ground Usopp and huffed.

"I should go call the others."

"No Onami- swan! How about you stay here and let's have someone else call the others." Sanji said, glaring at Usopp, who's now nursing a bump on his head.

"It's okay Sanji- kun," she said, forcing a smile on her face. "I needed the walk anyway."

"If you say so mellorine~, shall I accompany you?" said the cook, with hearts on his eyes.

"Just stay here and guard the food Sanji- kun." Giving one last weak smile, the navigator turned to leave, feeling the need to be by herself with her thoughts.

"Alright you shits! Nobody eats until Nami swan gets back here!"

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It was easy to find the others as the Strawhat navigator was almost trampled on her way by their captain as he shouted "food! Where's the food?" and took off running excitedly to where she pointed without another word.

She found Robin with Franky, who just got back from the port, and Brook who excitedly claimed how great that would be with tea, the thought just warms his insides, although ah! He does not have any insides.

Only one more left to find. She's just hoping he did not get lost somewhere far.

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Bamboo leaves rustled as a breeze passed through the forest, orange tresses swayed along, its owner slowly getting lost in her thoughts as the very person she was looking for started to creep on her mind.

"...Zorojuro, I will be blunt with you, if it were me, I would not accept this blade", suggested Kinemon.

One clean strike. Rumble.

Nami wasn't able to stifle her gasp as she watched a huge chunk of the edge of the cliff splash into the waters below.

"Gyaah! Zorojuro's arm!"

Her eyes widened as she watched Zoro's sword wielding arm appear to emaciate after the swing of this new sword. Her mouth open, about to call out at him…

"You! Give it back to me!"

…and she watched as his arm returned to normal, the swordsman seemingly having tamed the sword.

She stood in shocked silence. 'what a scary weapon' she thought, hand on her mouth dropping to her chest as the heartbeat that has quickened its pace started to calm down.

"If you were just some normal swordsman, you would have had all you energy sucked out and collapsed immediately", Hitetsu commented.

The swordsman's face spread into a devilish grin. "So it means once I get used to this sword I'll be stronger? I'll take it, Enma."

A small frown started to form on the navigator's lips. She can't deny the fear that gripped her insides when she saw what happened to Zoro's arm. Such scary power, and he was very much willing to wield it to get stronger.

She let out a huff as she recalled everything they have been through since they reunited and sailed the New world. So much has happened in such a short amount of time. Compared to how it was when they first set sail on the Grandline as a crew, everything that has been going on now seems to be so… intense. And with it, it seems, out of all of them in the crew, it was the green haired swordsman who has been taking everything with so much intensity. Too intense if that demonstration on the cliff has anything to say.

She always knew the guy was intense, even from the very first time she met him, running around, carrying a cage with a profusely bleeding stab wound to his abdomen. She knows the guy would do everything in his power to get stronger. She also knows that much like everyone else in their crew, he would do everything to use that power to protect them and keep them moving towards their dreams.

The problem however, and what really worries her about all this, is that aside from this intensity, he also is an idiot. A big idiot who ends up disregarding himself and his safety for the sake of the crew and getting stronger. She slapped a hand to her forehead as she recalled that time he tried to fight Arlong despite being severely injured, or that time in Little garden when his initial instinct was to cut off his legs, his own damn legs to get free. Or his weird injuries in Thriller bark. She suspected he had something to do with why they all ended up unharmed and Kuma nowhere in sight when they all came to and he was the only one to end up like that. But he just brushed it off and said "who knows? maybe he got scared so he just left". Or how he got back from their two- year separation without his left eye?!

Now he's willing to risk getting his energy sucked by that sword? She knows he's strong, very much so but she really can't help but worry for him. She's already worried for all of them as it is but she can't seem to especially shrug of her worry for her green haired crewmate this time.

Another rustle of leaves, but this time followed by the creaking of falling bamboos snapped the redhead from her thoughts.

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The swordsman stood in solitude in the middle of the bamboo forest, three swords all unsheathed, trying to get the feel of them with his newly acquired one. There is still some strain on the arm wielding Enma but not as much. He is getting used to this sword quite well. Hitetsu mentioned earlier that he is confident by his hands, this sword will become a black blade. He grinned at that. Tightening his grip on Enma, he closed his eye, and breathed out.

Ever since they set sail on the New world, no, ever since he asked Mihawk to train him back in Kuraigana, he had renewed his resolve that by his swords he will fulfill his promise to Kuina, fulfill his dream, and see to it that his crewmates dreams be fulfilled as well. Defeat such as that at Thriller Bark and Saboady shall never happen again. No longer will he be powerless to protect his crew and their dreams.

He opened his eye and stared at the new sword on his hand. 'Suck its wielder's energy huh?' He grinned, 'try me', his arm moving to make a clean slash at the trees around him.

Too focused on his new sword, it was only after the slash that he sensed another presence nearby.

His one eye widened as he saw the woman at the direction the trees were falling to.

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Nami yelped as the top ends of a few falling bamboo trees narrowly missed her, causing her to fall on her behind at the ground.

"Baka! What are you doing there?!" Came the strained shout of the very man she was looking for. In an instant, he had closed the distance between them.

"Are you hurt?" Concern and a tinge of panic laced the voice of the swordsman.

She was shocked at first, just staring at the fallen bamboos in front of her then at the crewmate who was responsible for her distracted thoughts just a moment ago and is now crouching beside her.

She blinked, once, twice.

"…"

"Baka?" The word slipped from her mouth with a confused tone as she recovered from her shock.

"Who are you calling baka?!" She erupted, followed by a fist to the side of the swordsman's head.

"Oh great, you're okay. Dammit woman!" the now irritated swordsman said, nursing his head. Despite his reaction, his eyes still scanned her body, looking for any signs of injury.

"Okay?! You almost crushed me with those bamboos!"

"Well, how am I supposed to know you would be there?"

"I don't know, maybe scan the area first before going off slashing these poor unsuspecting trees?"

"I was training! What the hell are you doing, strolling around here anyway?" Zoro grumpily retorted as he held out his hand to help the navigator get up.

Nami stared at the outstretched hand towards her, remembering it's the very same limb that almost got sucked dry by Enma at the cliff. Her irritation dissipated and she let out a breath as she grasped the hand and stood up. Her hand stayed held in his for a brief moment as her eyes flitted to his face, unable to hide the worry in her features. She let go of his hand as she tried to brush off the dust on her yukata.

Zoro stared at her.

"What is it, witch?"

"What was what?"

"That look on your face."

"What? What's wrong with my face?" She tried to brush off.

"…"

"Hey, so you're training with Enma? How's it going? Your arm okay?" She asked, coolly.

He continued to stare at her, narrowing his single eye.

"Hmp." Came the only response from the swordsman.

Not a good answer.

"Ow! What the hell, Nami?!" Zoro growled, trying to fend off the redhead's fingers as she has resulted to poking him sharply on his side.

"I asked you a question!"

Yep, of course that kind of answer is no good to this woman. Zoro sighed and stood up straight, right hand flitting to his swords. "Of course it's okay, this is nothing."

Nami couldn't help but smile lightly at that. Of course that's going to be his answer, she didn't even know why she bothered to ask in the first place. When did she ever hear this man say something is too hard for him or he can't do it?

"Also, I asked a question first. What are you doing here?"

Nami's smile turned to a grimace. Poor Sanji is probably now having a hard time trying to stave off a hungry Luffy from getting his hands off the food.

"Right. Snack time. Sanji- kun sent me here to get you."

'Dartboard brow? Ordering his precious Nami- swan around? And the witch actually doing the task? That's weird.' Zoro thought with a frown, but decided against voicing this out.

"Yeah, I'm not hungry."

Nami's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, you don't quite have a choice at that. See I already walked all the way here. I'm not going back without you."

He glared back at her.

"Also, as a certain idiot decided it is a good day to crush me with bamboo trees... I also happen to be injured, so you'll have to carry me back." She added.

"Injured?!" Sputtered the swordsman. "Woman where? You're perfectly fine!"

"Ehhh, but my ass hurts Zoro- kun." Retorted the navigator as she placed an index finger on her lips, the other hand caressing the round of her butt, and putting on a pout.

'z-zZoro- kun?' The swordsman's eye twitched. 'Oh no. The scheming witch is at it again.

…and did she say her ASS??'

"Yeah I think it's bruised." For a second, pouty lips almost turned into a smirk, but the well-trained navigator held her innocent pout despite the unmistakable mischievous glint in her eyes. "Do you want to check, Zoro?"

Zoro's glare could bore holes.

Just a few minutes ago Enma was the one threatening to suck his energy. Now it's the woman in front of him. What's worse, holding himself against Enma is proving to be easier than doing it against Nami.

'Do I want to cheCK? Damn this woman,' he thought with a stifled gulp, as he tried to push down graphic thoughts he refuses to acknowledge.

Left palm hitting his forehead, sliding it down his face, a heavy sigh left the swordsman. "Fine, get on." And with that, turned to crouch and offer his back to the navigator, whose manipulative face dropped behind him at how that ended without more of a fight from said man.

Nami hesitated for a second. She really thought he would argue, even for little, even if she knew there's no way he's going to win, like how they always did. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed.

"Hey, I don't have all day."

Without a word, the navigator climbed the swordsman's back.

Zoro stood up and started walking. He tried to ignore how he noticed the subtle difference on how the woman felt pressed to his back, compared to that time in Alabasta when he carried her like this. Or how her yukata had to open-up a bit and shift higher for her to be able to adjust her legs around him. Yeah, there's a different air to his current situation now. But he refuses to pay more attention to these.

A few steps in and he found it weird how the normally noisy woman is now so silent. Trying to test the waters, he hopped over a fallen tree, one that he could have easily sidestepped, making sure to land roughly. This caused the navigator's nose to awkwardly collide on his head and his grip on her to ride higher.

"Hey! Watch it you brute!"

There it is.

"Ow! Nami!" That's the second bump the swordsman received today on his head.

"You're carrying precious cargo you know?! You should be more careful."

"Tsk." Yep. Shouldn't have bothered testing that.

Another stretch of silence.

"Ne Zoro, we're really off to face a Yonko huh?"

The navigator's voice broke the quiet. Which usually did not come as a surprise to Zoro, if not for the thoughtful tone to it and how it came as an almost whisper.

"Yeah, you guys faced one already didn't you?" replied Zoro, deciding to humour the navigator's suddenly serious mood lest he incur another bump on his head.

"Mmm, but this one's different, last time facing one was not the main mission, we tried our best to avoid her. Even so we barely got away with our lives." Nami gulped as she remembered Pedro. "This time we're actually facing one head on."

Zoro's head shifted to the side, his ear picking up the somber tone of the navigator.

"You're not thinking of backing out, are you?"

"Of course not! I mean, if we had a choice, why not? But we don't, don't we?" Nami came with a burst of spirit only to end with defeated frustration.

"Hm. Even if we do, you don't really believe we'd be choosing the alternative right?"

If there's one thing she has learned from all the time she had been in this crew, it's that they will always choose the dangerous option. Even if through some miracle they don't, it still ends up with them being dragged to the dangerous path either way. That's just how it is, even when it was just the three of them in Orange town and she's not official in the crew yet, at least to her belief. She'd hoped gaining more members would mean there'd be more rational voices in the crew. But no.

"No." She chuckled weakly.

"I just. Isn't all this happening too fast? I just thought we'd have some sort of a breather. Like how we were back then. After each island there's nothing to worry about other than to keep us floating until we get to the next where we don't know what awaits us. Now after Punk Hazard I can't really enjoy each island knowing what's waiting in the next would be some crazy strong enemy we'd have to defeat. Everything's just gotten so serious you know?" Nami ranted, feeling like a bratty child complaining but this has really been how things are.

Zoro took a moment to digest what the redhead behind him just released on him. Of course he knows. He knew this the moment he faced Kuma in Thriller bark. He definitely knew this is how the rest of their journey is going to have to be after what happened in Saboady. This is what he understood what Luffy realized too when he decided they shall meet in 2 years instead of right away after they got separated. They have come to a point in their journey where they have to pick a path and stick with it if they intend to get to the one piece. It's just unfortunate… or well, fortunate, depends on who in the crew you ask, that the best path is filled with 'crazy strong' enemies.

"Nami."

The navigator raised her head at that, confused at the sudden stern tone from the swordsman.

"Did you really expect anything less from us?"

"Huh?"

"You should've known this earlier."

Now she feels like a bratty child being scolded. She didn't like that.

"Our captain, he's all for fun mindless adventure, but what did he make sure everyone he meets know about him?"

Nami mulled at that. 'That he's stubborn? That he likes meat? No. Oh.'

"He's going to be the pirate king." She sighed. Of course. What did she expect from being a Strawhat anyway? Their captain is bound to be king of the pirates, of course there's no easy way to that. She knew this, it's just how crazy the way to get to it is something she's still reluctantly coming to terms with.

Zoro felt his message came across. "Our defeat in Saboady was our wake-up call. If we want to continue our journey towards our dreams then we have to be serious about it, because there are serious stuff out there bound to prevent us from doing so. So we'd have to fight for our way, no matter what or who the obstacle is. And we have to do it now, because these obstacles are not going to wait because we still want to have fun."

Nami can't help but stare at Zoro now. When did Zoro become so… wise?

"Besides, isn't this what we prepared for in those 2 years?"

"Well… yes, I prepared but mostly on navigating, maybe I added some tricks to my climatact but you can't really expect me to face the strength of a Yonko."

"Don't worry, I got you. I'll protect you."

Nami can't help but be taken aback by that. She knows this has been his role not just to her but to the entire crew. Despite this, she can't fight the warmth that started to creep on her cheeks. The intensity in the way he said it together with his grip tightening on her just caught her off guard.

Zoro noticed his passenger had suddenly become stiff on his back. Thinking back to what he just said, he realized how that must have sounded. Sappy.

Suddenly flustered, he blurted, "I meant I'll protect us!... The entire crew, I meant the entire crew! Not just you! Specifically!"

"Ow! Damn it Nami!"

The navigator decided the best way to diffuse the impending awkwardness was to do what they do best. Violence from her and the resulting banter that follows. She had just pulled the swordsman's ear.

"Of course I know that you baka." She chuckled, a smile blooming on her lips.

"Tsk." He pretended to be annoyed, but was thankful she didn't tease him for it. He remembered something then, causing a smirk on his lips.

"Hey, what are you worried about anyway? Luffy told me you landed a pretty solid attack on Big Mom. Seems like you got the whole facing the strength of a Yonko thing done."

Nami was once again taken aback, unable to help but smile at the thought of their captain proudly sharing what she did and be flattered at the hint of pride emanating from the swordsman.

"Well… yeah, but that was actually because of Zeus, and that didn't really do any damage to her."

She felt a squeeze from the hands supporting her thighs.

"Still, you did something and that counts. Keep doing what you do and you're fine, leave the rest to us."

Nami can't keep her stare off Zoro now, that warmth continuing to engulf her and she smiled. "Ah."

Zoro really didn't know where his words are coming from but he couldn't help what comes out of his mouth just to appease the woman.

Another stretch of silence. It was comfortable for a moment but after a while, the wringing of the hands that are crossed loosely in front of the swordsman's chest has given away the unresolved worries of the woman on his back.

He sighed. "What is it, Nami?"

"Huh?"

"There's still something on your mind."

The hand wringing stilled and he felt a puff of air on his nape.

"Ne, Zoro."

That was soft. Way too soft for Nami. And he can't describe it but that tone alone made his chest feel a bit tight. He held his breath as he turned his head slightly towards the navigator's voice, an indication that he heard her.

"You have to be careful as well you know."

He slowed down his steps, really not liking this somber tone on her.

"Heh. Is the witch worried about me now? Afraid you'll lose someone to hold debts to?" He tried to josh. He can handle an annoyed Nami, but this suddenly serious, melancholic Nami, he's not quite sure how to approach.

"Baka, of course I am!"

The sudden outburst together with the tightening of the arms around his shoulders stopped him in his tracks.

"I mean, sure I am worried about all of us, but I am most worried about you, you know?! You're so reckless, you're even worse than Luffy! That time in Thriller Bark? I don't know what you did but you sustaining those mysterious injuries and not waking up really scared me. Then we get separated and you come back after two years without your left eye? And now your new sword…" The navigator paused. "Look, I have no doubt you can handle that sword, you're Zoro after all but all I'm saying is just… just don't be too reckless."

The swordsman was silent for minute, taken aback by the tirade that just came from their navigator. There's no way he could try to tease her out of her mood right now, not with how heavy she's breathing now behind his back, like what she just said physically exerted her. He took some time to ruminate her words, he knows the woman worries. He didn't know she worries for him that much and he certainly didn't expect for her to voice them out. Although it's hard to see her this way, he'd be lying if he said knowing her concern for him didn't give a weird feeling on his stomach. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to comfort his crewmate because what she's worried about is just the thing he does.

He released a deep breath. "What happens to me, the injuries I sustained in the past, I regret none of them."

"Of course you don't regret them, because you're still here! What if the next time what you lose is a limb so you can no longer wield a sword? Or worse…"

"Then that's what I deserved. If I'm not strong enough to protect myself, then that would mean that what I get as a result of my lack of strength is what I deserve."

"But-"

"Look, Nami. You are the navigator of our ship, you bring us to where we need to be, and not once have you failed us. Usopp is the sniper, Ero- kappa cooks, Chopper is our doctor, Robin is the one who reads the weird stones, Franky takes care of the ship, Brook brings the entertainment. Me, all I can offer is my strength to protect the crew. If I am unable to survive the injuries that I have sustained and will sustain in our journey, then I have no right taking the role of protecting you and I have no right to stand beside Luffy."

He stared off in the distance, he really has no intention of baring these thoughts to the woman on his back, not when they're sober and in the middle of nowhere, but it just flowed out of him. He has no choice after all, the woman is stubborn, brushing her worries off will not help. Even if her concern warms his insides in a way he can't describe making him want to comfort her in return, he can't really give her any assurance.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the long breath over his right neck and a warm palm tenderly placed over the scar on his left eye.

"Baka of course I know that. I've known you long enough to know that is how you think."

Goosebumps have started to arise on his arms and neck by her proximity and touch.

"Reckless brute who muscles his way out of everything."

Only to be halted by the insult that followed. He was about to retort when she continued.

"All I'm saying is, do you think we would be happy reaching our dreams if we get there at your expense? And no, I'm not saying you're not strong enough that we'd come to that point" He noticed her right hand tighten at this. "What I'm saying is, just maybe think of that too the next time you start thinking about doing something too reckless." He was about to retort again but Nami sensed this and the hand on his left eye left to pinch his cheek.

"Hey!-"

"I was there when you tried to saw off your legs in Little Garden, Zoro. That's what I mean when I say too reckless. Aaargh honestly! I know you're gonna be reckless anyway, but just don't be reckless and dumb at the same time! Also, worry about yourself too! Even us weak ones trained those past two years so we can somehow fend for ourselves and yes, I definitely need protecting still but you guys need to worry about yourselves too sometimes, and I know you guys will keep picking fights on-"

Before Nami can continue rambling, she was interrupted by Zoro taking the hand that just pinched his cheek. He enclosed it on his own, before resting both their hands on his chest, just above heart. The warmth of Zoro's hand on hers brought all her thoughts to a full stop as a she stiffened and a blush dusted her cheeks. Oh how grateful she is that he can't see her face now.

"I get it. I can't promise anything but I get it."

The navigator let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Her body relaxing and her head unconsciously leaning unto his. Who knew this conversation would be tiring? But really, she's satisfied with that. This is Zoro after all and that coming from him is enough for her.

Sensing that his red headed companion has been satisfied with his answer, Zoro resumed to walk as they once again fell into comfortable silence. This time without Nami wringing her hands since one is preoccupied inside the swordsman's.

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"Ano, Zoro…"

"What now, woman?"

"I was serious when I said you should be careful okay? We wouldn't want you losing another eye. You get lost even with both eyes intact, you're terrible now with just one. What would we do if you lose both?" She tried burying her concern with a joke, even if the thought of the possibility of that does frighten her.

"Woman I don't get lost! It's you guys who get lost!"

"Uh huh, sure, that's how it was all those times. Maybe that's also why we passed this fallen tree for the third time? It must be lost."

Zoro flinched. "Damn it!" He let go of Nami's hand to adjust his hold on her and stomped the other way. Nami tried to ignore how she missed the warmth of his hand on hers.

"Really though, you're beyond salvation 'mister I don't get lost', at this rate Luffy would've devoured all the dango by the time we got there." Which is not really a long amount of time, considering it's their captain. It just depends on how well Sanji holds the fort.

"Well it's your fault! You keep distracting me with your questions!"

Nami chuckled at that. "Sure, sure. Just head this way." She ordered, pointing towards a path. "Straight line Zoro, do you even know what that is?"

"Tsk. Damn it woman I'll drop you I swear!"

The navigator laughed harder at that.

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Part I End.

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-40)

Word count: 4.8K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Fluff, angst, feels, sickness

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23. You’re a Rockstar <3

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No one talked to you today, the whispers though, had escalated. No one was bothering to keep it quiet either. Not just your classmates, even the faculty kept giving you looks, ranging from distrust to pity. Professor Whitman, who never cared much about anything, took a whole minute to find you in the class and give you a once over, like he was seeing you for the first time- Sam Winchester’s flighty wife, back to ruin his life again.

The judgement you could take. The pity was painful. What did they see? A girl who couldn’t appreciate a good man? Or as much as you hated to think of it that way- a girl who couldn't be a mother again.

It came as a surprise when Jody called you to her office after the class. When you followed her in, she closed the door behind and unexpectedly pulled you into a hug.

“I’m sorry about all of this, Y/N,” she said. “It’s awful.”

You waited for her to let go of you then asked, “How much trouble is Sam in?”

Jody pursed her lips. “I want to say, ‘not much’ but we’ll only know on Monday, I suppose.”

“Are you part of the enquiry committee?”

She nodded. “All of the freshman faculty panel is on there. You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. Your grades are impeccable. You can’t possibly be sleeping with all of us.”

“I’m not even sleeping with Sam!” You let out, frustrated. “And I’m more worried about what happens to him.” You were a student. The most they could do is sack you from the students committee and bump down your grades.

Jody regarded you for a moment. “The two of you are so similar. It’s uncanny.”

She sighed. “I’ll be upfront with you, Y/N. As much as I’ve tried to shake them, Sam’s priorities are set. Even absent, you were very high up on that list. With you in front of him, there are very few things Sam wouldn’t give up for you.”

You already knew that. But was it right to let him make all those sacrifices for someone as undeserving as you?

The thought plagued you after you’d left Jody’s office, just as it had plagued you for the past two days. Outside, you ran into Madison.

“Oh, I was looking for you,” she said. “Sorry, I missed the first few lectures, but I have news for you. One good, one bad.”

“Bad one first,” you said, apprehensive.

Madison made a face. “Starting the day after tomorrow, I have no place to live.”

“What? Didn’t you have a lease for the whole year?”

“Lacey is screwing someone, who knows someone else who knows the hostel director. And, well, long story short, my lease got prematurely terminated.”

Anger flared inside you again. This was happening to Madison only because she was staunchly standing with you.

“I want you to come house hunting with me. My brother’s agreed to help me out with the money. So, I’m good to go.”

The idea popped up in your head immediately. “Why don’t you move in with me?”

Her eyebrows knitted together. “Meg?”

“Meg’s almost moved out next door. I was supposed to put out an add for a roommate but with everything that’s going on…” Convincing Meg to continue with the move had been very difficult. She thought it was some sort of betrayal to leave you by yourself in all this mess. Cas supported her on that. However, everyone was camping in your living room anyway.

Ultimately, you had to put your foot down and tell her to move her ass out. Your life might always remain a tragedy. It shouldn’t pause her or Cas’s life. She had still slept on your sofa last night.

“You’re serious?” Madison was trying her best to contain her excitement.

“As a heart attack.”

She let out a loud squeal and tackled you. “This is the best thing ever. We’ll be roomies!”

“Not if you call me that.”

Madison’s laughter rang out in your ears. “Now you’ve already offered. You can’t take it back, roomie.”

“Wait, what’s the good news?”

Her face split into a huge grin. “I heard from the HR at Acton Gris. They won’t hire me as an intern. But she asked me to apply for the position of summer associate next year. She said my chances looked great.”

“That’s wonderful!”

“Yes! I’m thinking of applying for an on campus job this year.”

Madison was sincere, smart and she worked very hard. No wonder good things were in store for her. “Let me talk to Molly today. See if she has some inside intel on vacancies.”

“You’d do that?” Madison couldn’t stop beaming and you smiled right along with her. “The world is a much better place with you in it.”

Not everyone thought that. Following the pattern of the past few days, Rebecca decided to show her face again after the lecture. You had been expecting her at this point. Maybe she couldn’t sleep without venting off her frustration on you. As usual, she had Lacey next to her, who really had gone fully darkside.

“Missing your Professor?”

You saw Madison start, but Rebecca put in. “Oh, stop being her Lapdog, Maxwell. You don’t have to rollover each time she blows a whistle.”

“It’s alright, Maddie,” you said in a calm voice. “As it happens, I do miss him very much.”

“I hope at least the sex was worth it,” said Lacey.

You grinned at her. “Mind-blowing, actually. I remember this one time, I was screaming his name for literal hours. God, the things that man can do. It’s in-credi-ble.” You drew out the last word with a relish.

Lacey’s jaw dropped.

Rebecca recovered quickly. “Christ! You’re shameless. That man’s married with a son. Have you got no shame at all?”

“Weren’t you the one making out with Sam at Maddie’s birthday party in the bar restroom?” You shot back. “I remember you described the bit about feeling his abs in extreme details. He wore his wedding ring around his neck. So how are you not shameless?”

Rebecca’s face reddened in an instant. “What… how…?”

“Doesn’t feel so good when the finger is pointed at you. Right, Rebecca? When you’re the one being put on a spot and your character is being brought into question. It was okay for you to make out with a professor. Why are the rules so different for me?”

“I- I was drunk that night. And I never slept with him!”

“Don’t you dare paint him in that light. As if you were some drunk woman he took advantage of in a toilet cubicle.” You spat. “You’re so desperate that you don’t think twice about lying over something so demeaning. You didn’t touch Sam because at 2 in the night, he wasn’t even there in that bar. So shut that bullshit.”

There was a crowd gathered around you now, and she didn’t like her words coming back to bite her.

“How do you know where Sam was that night?” Rebecca questioned, clearly baffled and out of her element, but trying to salvage the situation and save face.

You rolled your eyes. “We’re having an affair, remember? Keep up, Rebecca. You filed that complaint. Also, don’t worry about his wife, really. She totally doesn’t mind.” You winked.

The murmur around you was starting to intensify. You didn’t know how long it would be before the actual story came out. Or if it ever would come out. Neither did you care. You didn’t owe an explanation to any of these people.

Rebecca breathed out harshly, and spoke through her teeth, contempt dripping in each word. “You’re disgusting. That child of his-”

“Don’t. Don’t utter a word about that boy,” you hissed, the anger finally burning through. “You’ve done enough harm to Sam’s reputation. But I swear to God, Rebecca, you’ll live to regret it if you so much as dare to think about Max, you deplorable excuse of a living thing.”

The warning was so raw, she flinched back from you as you stormed out.

Madison did not follow you to the library. She knew when you wanted to be left alone. Attacking Sam was one thing, but you really did want to rip Rebecca’s throat for wanting to bring Max in the middle of it. The fierce protectiveness you felt for him was like nothing else you had experienced before.

Throughout the following hour, you kept glancing at the door of the library, expecting Max to walk in. Sam had said he would visit.

Maybe you would ask him to read out to you today. If anything, that could fix your mood.

“Umm… Y/N?”

You looked up to see Molly standing over you.

“Hey. I didn’t see you there.”

She shuffled from one foot to the other looking at you awkwardly.

You squared your shoulders, realising what she might’ve heard. “Anything you want?”

“I- I wanted to say sorry.”

That brought you up short. “Why?”

Molly ran her fingers through her red hair. “I didn’t know you were… you know… Sam’s wife, and I said horrible stuff to you the other day.”

It hadn’t actually been that horrible.

“I’d heard the rumours but I swear I didn’t believe a word. Then I ran into Chase Lincoln yesterday. He told me.”

“Everything?”

Molly nodded sadly. “It was wrong of me to make assumptions, Y/N. What happened in Sam’s life was none of my business. And for the reason you left to be so horrifying? I could have never imagined. I’m really, really sorry. I don’t know how to apologize.”

“Stop saying sorry,” you said at once. “I know you’ve always meant well for Sam and for me, Molly. Everyone likes to gossip. It’s no big deal. You didn’t hurt or offend me.”

“There must be something I can do, novia.”

“Never bring it up again. Please. Let’s just forget that conversation happened.”

You saw her eyes start to fill up. “Take the rest of the week off, yeah? Come back Monday.”

“You’re low on staff already.” You did not want anyone’s sympathy.

“I’m not doing this for you,” she said. “Spend the weekend with Sam. He’ll need a distraction more than ever before that hearing on Monday. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Molly disappeared into the librarian’s room before the waterworks started. She didn’t want you to see her tear up so you didn’t follow her in, continuing with your sideways glances at the door. The sharp ring of your phone made you jump.

“Hello?” You answered the unknown number

“Y/N? It’s Alex. Sam left me your number in case of emergencies.” She sounded frantic.

“Is everything okay?”

“Can you please come over? Max is really sick and… he’s… he’s asking for you.”

*****

Instead of knocking on the door, you straight up punched the security key and barged into the house.

“Max? Alex?”

“Up here!” You heard Alex’s voice. Taking two steps at a time you made it to Max’s room. Your chest contracted, seeing Max in the bed. He was curled up on his side, cheeks wet, face puffy from crying.

Alex was sitting on a chair next to him, distressed.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, rushing to Max’s side and placing a hand against his forehead. He was burning up.

“I don’t know,” said Alex, “He was fine when I picked him up from school. He said he was feeling sick half an hour ago and now he’s running a fever. I tried calling his usual doctor but it says the number doesn’t exist anymore. He’s been crying and calling out for Sam and... you.”

“Did you try Sam?”

“He’s not reachable.”

“Max, honey, what’s wrong?” You asked as gently as you could. “Do you hurt somewhere?”

He opened his eyes and your heart lurched at the tears in them. “Stomach. My stomach hurts. I want dad.”

“Sam will be home at night. He’ll be with you.” You turned to Alex. “Is he allergic to something?”

“Not that I know of.”

You were sure he hadn’t had outside food in at least a week, so food poisoning was out.

“Does your body hurt, baby?”

Max nodded slowly, drawing into himself. “And my head.”

“Alex, could you please find the first aid box and get me a thermometer?”

She scampered off to find it, relieved to have someone else take charge of the situation. Keeping one hand on Max’s forehead, you reached out for your purse with the other and pulled out your phone. Thankfully, the number was on the speed dial. He picked up the phone on the second ring.

“Cas, where are you?”

“At the hospital. Everything okay?”

“No. Max is running a high fever. I’d guess around 101. He says he’s feeling sick, and has stomach and body ache.”

There was a pause, then Cas said. “Can you drive him to the hospital? Bring him directly to the paeds ward on the 7th floor. I’ll see you there in fifteen minutes.”

Alex was back with the thermometer. 102.3. Thankfully, she had a license and Claire’s car was in their driveway. You asked her to bring it out front.

After she left, you gently coaxed Max into a sitting position, he looked drowsy and was still sniffling a little. “Honey, listen to me. You’re going to have to deal with a little inconvenience, okay? We’re going to drive you to the hospital very quickly.”

“Hospital?” He mumbled. eyes filling up again.

“It’s just Cas there,” you soothed him. “You remember Cas, right? We all played jenga together.”

Max opened his mouth to say something, instead his eyes widened and threw up over the front of your sweater and into your lap.

He started crying immediately. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Your eyes filled up. “It’s okay, baby. It’s no big deal.” You removed the puke covered sweater and used to wipe away the vomit stuck to your jeans. “See, it’s all gone. No need to worry at all.”

The retching had left him weak and shivering.

“Just stay put a minute.” You hurriedly tossed your sweater in the hamper by the door, and pulled on one of Sam’s overlarge shirts over your T-shirt. Once back, you grabbed Max’s grey blanket and wrapped it around him. Slinging your purse around your torso, you lifted him in your arms and carried into the car that was already waiting at the curb. You held Max close to your chest in the backseat, whispering soft reassurances in his ears.

Just as Alex pulled up in front of the hospital, Max threw up on you again. It made him cry harder. You realised it was not just humiliating for him, he was missing his dad terribly.

“Max, honey, it’s totally okay,” you assured him, kissing his brow. “I used to throw up so much as a kid, gran used to call me projectile Y/N. Just puke all around me all the time. Hell, ask your dad. He held my hair when I threw up in the toilet. It’s my jam. And we’ve got a towel now. Let’s clean you up, okay?”

Thankfully, the blanket wasn’t soiled, so you could keep it around him as you carried him in the lift.

Cas was waiting for you there. He immediately guided you to a bed and laid Max down on it. You started to step back.

“Y/N, don’t go,” Max rasped out.

“I’m right here, Chirp. I’m not going anywhere, but Cas needs to take a look at you.”

Max still reached out with his hand. You looked at Cas. He gave you a quick nod and you rushed to Max’s side once more, grasping his outstretched fingers tightly. Cas pressed Max’s tummy, asking where exactly it hurt, then checked the temperature again along with the pulse. You watched apprehensively as Cas pulled down Max’s eyelids and asked more questions. Meanwhile, the chills kept getting worse.

“It looks like he’s caught a viral fever. The nurse outside told me it’s been doing a round at the school. We’ve had many kids this week.”

“Why is he throwing up then?”

“It’s probably the phlegm. I don’t think there’s a reason to worry. I’ll give him an IV with paracetamol and nausea suppressants. He’ll feel much better in a few hours.” Cas hesitated. “Maybe you should ask Sam before we start the treatment. Only he can sign off on the papers. You’ll need the details of the health insurance.”

“I can’t get to him. We’ve been trying non-stop.”

Would Sam want you to make such decisions on his behalf? Max was looking paler than usual and was clearly in pain. You couldn’t wait till midnight to start him on medication. It was killing you to see him hurting like this.

“Screw the insurance. I’ll pay whatever the bill comes out to be… and I’ll sign off on the papers as well.”

Cas gave you an apprehensive look. “Y/N?”

“Look,” you said through your teeth, “I’m still his legal guardian. I have that right. Just start him on the medication. I can’t bear to see him like this.”

“Alright.” Cas said something to the nurse behind him who rushed out and then came back with a syringe.

“This is going to hurt just a little, Max,” Cas said, flicking at the needle.

You crouched down next to Max’s head. “You’re my brave boy, aren’t you? One little prick and that will be all. You’ll feel so much better afterwards. Can you do that?”

Max gave you one quick jerk of his neck. “Close your eyes.” He did.

Cas pushed the needle into the tiny crease of Max’s arm and you flinched, tears pouring down your cheeks. Max did not even make a whimper. The nurse stuck a piece of white tape over the puncture mark after Cas was done.

“You need to swallow these two little tablets,” Cas said, handing them to Max along with a glass of water. Max looked at you and you nodded encouragingly. Without any fuss, he did as Cas said. You hugged Max very tightly to your chest. “You’re the bravest little thing in this world, you know that? And I’m so damn proud of you. You get every cookie you can think of when you feel better, yeah?”

“We’ll keep him here till the nausea subsides,” said Cas. “Once he feels better, you can take him home.”

Cas seemed concerned, but it wasn’t directed at Max- which made you feel better. It was directed at you. “You better sign off on those papers, Y/N.”

“Can you please bring them here?” You pleaded. “I don’t want to leave Max.” The boy in question was still hugging your middle tightly.

“Of course.”

It was with shivering hands that you filled out the form. You stared at the paper for a whole minute before ticking off on the small box in the relationship to the patient column against mother. Max had fallen asleep in your arms and the tears just wouldn’t stop. You knew he was going to be okay, the fever was already coming down and he had stopped shivering. Sweat dewed up on his forehead.

Occasionally you wiped it off with the back of your sleeve.

But you were terrified of this feeling- like the world would go dark if a single wrong thing happened to this boy. There was a point in your life when you were ready to own up to this feeling, looking forward to it even- and then you had lost it, along with every other emotion in your heart. Since the day you had met Max, you’d been dancing along the edge of the precipice of this very feeling- this selfless, immense love. Not ready to take the leap. Scared that you’d be shattered if you did.

Were you scared of being a bad mother? Or were you simply scared of being a mother?

As you sat there, alone, in the small clinical room, with Max softly snoring in your lap, you realised that what you truly feared above and beyond everything was giving in to feeling this love and losing it again.

If you accepted him as your son, and then something happened to him, you wouldn’t make it out of it alive. Literally. Not accepting Sam’s love and a place in his and Max’s life was not only a product of your doubts and self-hatred. It was a plain survival instinct. The epiphany was so strong, it left you breathless.

You felt a hand against your shoulder. Cas’s blue eyes were sympathetic in their depth. “You can take him home now, Y/N.” He didn’t try to reassure you beyond it. He had a subtle way of comforting without saying the words out loud.

You called Alex again, who had been reading in the waiting room and she drove you back to Max’s place. He’d been asleep through the ride, right until you put him to bed. Insisting that Alex go back home and study for her exams, you stripped down to your tank top, pulled on a pair of Sam’s tracks. After making sure that Max was still out, you cleaned up your clothes, and the mess on the floor and side of Max’s bed. You didn’t dare close the door of the bathroom, lest Max call out to you and you couldn’t answer.

Taking the chance, you made some chicken soup for him, and only then did you wake him up, gently.

Max called out for Sam the moment he opened his eyes and your heart broke again. Doing your best to reassure him that Sam was on his way, you cajoled Max into changing out of his dirty clothes and into fresh ones.

He refused to eat the soup, but with soft insistence, you persuaded him to finish half a bowl of it.

“You’ll read to me?” He said in a muted, dull voice as you tucked him back in the bed.

“Of course, sweetheart, what do you want me to read?”

“Anything.”

You looked around the room, your eyes landing on the only book over his nightstand.

“Alright, here we go.” You flipped to the page with a bookmark. “We could not wait for Atticus to come home for dinner, but called and said we had a big surprise for him. He seemed surprised when he saw most of the back yard in the front yard, but he said we had done a jim-dandy job. “I didn’t know how you were going to do it,” he said to Jem, “but from now on I’ll never worry about what’ll become of you, son, you’ll always have an idea...”

*********

It was stupid and incredibly irresponsible on Sam’s part to let his phone drain out completely. Even worse, he’d left it to charge in the meeting room and forgotten to check it in the next couple of hours while he met with the children in the boy’s home. He came back to 17 missed calls and 23 text messages- from Alex and Y/N.

Max was sick and he’d had no idea.

Sam had frantically called first thing after going through the texts. Y/N had picked up only to whisper that Max was better and asleep, and that Sam needn’t worry. For the next five hours, Sam worried ceaselessly anyway. It drove Chase up the wall, but he played his music loudly in the car all the way till Sam dropped him off and didn’t point out how Sam was a total maniac.

The clock on his dashboard blinked 1:22 as he made the bend to his house.

Sam parked the car all wrong in the driveway, barely giving it a second thought before running inside. He should’ve been quieter, knowing Max was asleep, but the anxiety barely kept his legs moving. He would have continued at the same rate through Max’s door if the scene before him hadn’t made him stop.

On the bed, Max was sleeping peacefully. He was dressed in a thin cotton t-shirt, the lower half of his body was covered in his blanket. That wasn’t what made Sam stop. Y/N was curled up beside him, her arm thrown around Max, who was nextled so comfortably in her embrace that he belonged there. Max’s book was balanced over Y/N’s hip, wedged open on the page she had been reading out of. On the nightstand, stood a bowl of cold soup, half empty, along with water and strips of medicine. The table on Y/N’s side held a cooking pot filled with water and a washcloth lay dipped in it. She’d been nursing him- from fever or the sweat, Sam couldn’t say.

Slowly, he walked up to Max, and very very carefully placed the back of his hand on his forehead. No fever.

Sam looked about himself. The floor was strewn with Max’s clothes that smelled like he had been sick over them. Sam picked up the clothes and carried them to the washing machine. Inside was already a dry load of clothes that belonged to Y/N and him. So Max had thrown up on her. More than once.

Sam knew from the messages that Y/N had taken Max to the hospital- had her friend, whom she trusted implicitly take a look at his son, signed the papers as his guardian and paid the bill out of her pocket.

The thought occurred to Sam as he undressed for the night. In that last message, Y/N had apologised for signing off on Sam’s behalf, as if he could ever be mad at her for dropping whatever she was doing to look after his son, the way a mother would.

Sam understood now why Max had thrown a fit when Sam had forbidden him from seeing Y/N. It had hurt Sam that he couldn’t be enough for Max, that Max was looking for something more in Y/N. But seeing them together now, Sam could see he had been completely wrong. Max wasn’t asking something more, he’d been asking for what already belonged to him- Y/N’s love. Max had been right all along.

Sam pulled the covers and duvet off his bed and dragged to Max’s room where he laid them out at the foot of Max’s bed, so he’d be sleeping next to him on the floor. An alarm started going off on Y/N’s phone, and Sam jumped to turn it off. It was already 2 O’ clock. She had set successive alarms for every hour of the night, Sam presumed to check on Max. Sam turned off all of them. He was home now, he could take care of it.

He checked Max’s temperature once more- still normal- and then bent down to place a kiss on his forehead. It was almost November. Max always had bouts of viral or flu in the cold months. He should have foreseen it. If Y/N hadn’t been around…

The expression on her face was so peaceful as she held onto his boy, tears sprang into Sam’s eyes. This was everything he wanted in his life. Everything. Right in front of him. He bent down once more and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. She didn’t wake at his touch, but adjusted herself closer to Max on the tiny bed, the book falling off her hip with a soft thud onto the thick carpet.

Sam lay down on the floor, thinking of a night very long ago when Y/N had fallen asleep on the sofa in his house, back in Lawrence. He’d read to her from this very book that night- for the first time. Sam had slept besides her on the floor that night as well. A writer would have called the parallel poetic… but Sam saw it for what it was, shrouded in a mist of uncertainty all around him- a haunting ache inside his soul.

He couldn’t thank her for what she’d done for his Max today- not only would that gesture be insufficient, it would be insulting. No, Sam wouldn’t thank her. Instead, he would check up on Max every hour, make her breakfast in bed, and iron her clothes before she woke up, so she wouldn't be late for classes tomorrow. He would pack her a lunch and kiss her goodbye at the door. Maybe she would see through him and understand how incredibly grateful he was for today… and how tragically hopeful he was for the future, when he could do these simple things everyday without the excuse of an unsaid thank you.

“I love you, Darling,” he whispered. “It can only ever be you.”

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Just Good Business V

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

Reader Gender Expression: She/Her pronouns, “wife”

Summary: You and Tommy settle into marriage on your anniversary.

Length: 1585 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Very light cursing and very light mentions of arranged/forced marriage

A/N: I hope you enjoy! If you made it this far, you’re a real one.

Part I | Part VI

Your head tilted back, eyes closed as you reached out a hand to balance yourself. You were practically shaking.

"God, Tommy," you panted, placing a hand over your chest as you caught your breath. "I liked that one."

"Thank you, Mrs. Shelby," he chuckled from where he kneeled in front of you. You couldn't help but keep giggling in the aftermath of your husband's story about him and Arthur sending John down the cut in a cardboard box when they were kids. Finn was right. Tommy did do voices, and it was worth the over dramatics he took when spinning yarns.

"What did you think?" You looked down at Edith in your lap. She was only four, John and Esme's youngest and a spitting image of them both. Edith nodded her head and giggled herself.

"I liked it!"

"See, I told you he's not angry. He's just bossy all the time," you told Edith, teasing Tommy, who rolled his eyes playfully. Both of you kissed Edith's cheek before she ran off in search of her cousins.

"Bossy, eh?" Tommy asked, wrapping his arms around your waist when you stood.

"Hold it, Mr. Shelby, you're not the boss of me." You stuck out your tongue at him but wrapped your arms around his neck anyway. You brushed your lips against his and said, "Not right now anyway."

"Alright, lovebirds. Are we going to eat dinner or what?" Arthur asked from the doorway of the living area.

"It's our anniversary party, Artie. Can't we take our time?" You looked over your shoulder at your brother in law.

"Don't leave us stravin', sister," he grumbled.

It had been a lovely year and some months since your confession in the foyer. You didn't think it would change much, but hearing someone tell you they loved you nearly every day was incredibly affirming.

In the time since your first anniversary, you'd taken a real honeymoon to Paris after Tommy told you he hadn't been to France since the war. In turn, Tommy took you camping after you said you'd never spent a rustic night under the stars. Not to mention, you believed you'd cracked a code.

Though he didn't seem it, Tommy was actually one of the most romantic people you'd met. He just simply didn't have time to execute such things. However, he nearly matched your unparalleled ability to give a good, sporadic gift now and again. A painting from a new artist you liked now hung in a room that Tommy set up after you mentioned your nieces and nephews needing a place to play when they stayed over. Not to be outdone, you bought him top Scottish whiskey in hopes to sway him a bit on the drink and engraved riding gear. You couldn't count the lingerie; however, that was a gift to you both.

Outside of Arrow House, Shelby Company Ltd. was growing, and with it, so did your responsibilities. No one was as much of a steadfast believer in you as Tommy, particularly where the company was concerned. He gave you more because he thought you could do it, and his belief made you work harder. You could successfully hold meetings on your own now, not just because of the Peaky Blinders, but because of your growing reputation as their gutsy businesswoman. Apparently, telling a boardroom full of old men that being a woman didn't make blind to the difference between good goings-on and bad really put you on the map. Your current scheme? Getting Alfie Solomons to admit that you were funny. This was not easy because you kept beating him at gin rummy.

"Are you going to tell me what's been on your mind?" Tommy asked, breaking you out of your stupor. Yes, Tommy had come to know you quite well and vice versa. Which made keeping your anniversary gift a surprise very difficult.

"Don't get nosey, Shelby," you kissed his nose then headed for the door. "Let's eat!"

If there was one thing that hadn't changed, you could throw a good party. There were friends and family, a few business associates and their partners, and essential people Tommy wanted to impress if he was going to get into politics. After dinner, as everyone gathered in the back of the house to mingle, dance, and play, you did what you were used to. You found a finding a quiet balcony overlooking the party. You were there for a few moments before you heard footsteps.

"Polly, how do you like it?" You asked your in-law who handed you one of two champagne flutes.

"I'm having a lovely time, y/n. You have the most handsome butlers, you know?" Polly mused, not hiding her ogling of the young men in the slightest.

"You're a shameless woman, and I adore that about you," you said with a laugh.

"I saw you two telling Edith that story."

"The Shelby's had a fun childhood."

"You're telling me. Those little rascals, they've done me proud in many ways since then," Polly said, pulling out a cigarette. "Tommy, notably. He's stubborn and downright stupid some days. But I see him with you. The way he laughs and smiles. He lets go because he knows you've got it in you to pull him back, keep him in line. You bring out parts of him that were good and bright in a way that was better than before the war."

You knew you still had a lot to learn about Tommy and the Shelby's. They had a lot to learn about you too. This was the first anniversary where you even considered inviting your family as guests. Still, the road to trust was going to be a rough one. But you were able to do it together, and that's what you liked most.

"I'm doing you proud then? I'm meeting your expectations from way back when?" You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

"Oh, I'd say we got an excellent return on investment," Polly teased you just as Tommy approached.

"Hello, ladies. Solving the world's problems?" He asked, looking at us both expectantly.

"I think the Shelby's problems are just fine for now," Polly said. She tapped her cigarette against the balcony's edge then kissed your cheek before making her leave.

"Anything I should worry about?" Tommy asked, turning to lean against the rail.

"Not at all. Polly was saying how good of an influence I am on you."

"Is that right? Is that even true?"

"Do you think it's the other way around? Don't make me laugh?"

You brushed off the accusation.

"Aren't you the one who told all my men that if any of them made a Birmingham woman feel so much as uncomfortable that you'd drag them to the butcher's and put their hands in the meat slicer?" Tommy recalled what Finn and Isaiah told him with a bit of fear in their eyes.

"That's only if they don't do right by 'em. And same goes for you, Shelby." You didn't take it back in the slightest.

"Good thing you're the only person I'd like to put my hands on then."

He fully believed you had it in you to do just what you'd said, and for that reason, Scudboat still wouldn't look you in the eye. Finn said you'd struck the fear of God in him, and Scudboat saw the end in your eyes. You told him to stop spreading that rumor, but here you were. You sighed and looked over the railing at the life you'd created.

"At our next party,"

"Y/n," Tommy stopped you, using his warning voice. You knew what was coming. Let's just say, if you had it your way, there would be a gathering every month at the mansion. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we can't just go throwing another party. The last two were large and expensive."

"Fine," you caved quickly. Whether Tommy knew it or not, this was a successful tactic you used because you knew Tommy couldn't quite say no to you. You promised to only use your powers for good.

"It's not going to work," Tommy said, more to himself than to you.

"What isn't?"

"Your sad eyes when I tell you no." Tommy looked at you, pointedly.

"What if the next party is part of my anniversary gift?" You prompted.

"A good theme isn't the same as a good reason, love," he said. You looked forward again at all of your family. You took a breath to calm the heat rising to your face.

"Well, what if the theme was a baby shower?" You asked softly. You turned to look at your husband. The smile forming on his face already allowed you to breathe a sigh of relief. You turned towards him fully.

"Really? You're pregnant?" He asked for sure.

"Yes," you gave a watery confirmation. Tommy grasped your face with both hands and kissed you, then placed a hand over your stomach.

"We should celebrate," Tommy concluded. He took your glass and sipped, only to end up coughing. "What the hell is this?"

"I’m sure Polly knows. She brought me that apple juice." You motioned to the glass. Tommy cleared his throat and sat it aside.

"We'll celebrate properly downstairs." He kissed you again, then looked down. Though he could only feel the beading of your dress, he may as well have heard the heartbeat. You placed your hand gently over his.

"There's a bit of you and a bit of me in there, Mr. Shelby."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Mrs. Shelby."

Tommy Tag List: @soleil-dor; @amysteryspot; @captivatedbycillianmurphy

JGB Series Tag List: @biba3434 ; l0tsofpennies; @sighonahurricane

#Tommy Shelby Imagine #Tommy Shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders one shot

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bunnyywritings · 4 years

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can o request one with tsukishima and a second or first yr manager.... they like each other but since tsukki is a salty ass he said some insulting things to her which resulted to her becoming distant and scared(???) of him HIHI. FLUFF ENDING PLS

caught in the moment

Tsukishima Kei x fem!reader

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: yes yes yes!! Thank you for requesting anon, I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to make this a multiple part fic...this was a very inspiring prompt 🥺 ugh just look at him :(( I luv this boy so much ❣️I feel like this is cannon Tsukki behavior, he would definitely go too far with teasing the person he likes since he’s so emotionally unavailable sometimes. This actually has an angsty ending but it will get fluffy, I promise. I hope this isn’t too bad...I’m not super cofident with how it came out. Anyways, here you go! enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Being the team manager of a bunch of highly energetic boys was definitely a challenge. Thankfully, you weren’t alone. Having Kiyoko and eventually Yachi by your side. You joined once school had started up seeing that you had used to play volleyball in middle school. A very promising wing spiker that was rumored to do very well, possibly even play in pro teams. That all changed in your last game of the season. You had landed a bad spike that was easily received. Once you had landed back on the court, distracted by your loss, you landed very wrong and injured your knee. You had slowly recovered with painfully long hours of physiotherapy but you had to always wear a brace on your right knee just to keep it stable. You hadn’t played volleyball since. You desperately wanted to but you were afraid to mess up again. So you decided to ease back into the sport by being a team manager. Then, you met him.

Tsukishima Kei.

He was a big, big, big pain in your ass. Especially after Coach Ukai came on board. He had learned of your success as a wing spiker and occasionally as a middle block, and had you help out Tsukishima and Hinata. Hinata was ecstatic, he didn't mind since he used to practice with the ladies from the community center but the same couldn’t be said about Tsukishima.

He scoffed and asked how a shrimp could teach him how to block. You quickly shut him up when you had successfully blocked out one of Asahi’s spikes. That didn’t mean he was compliant. He was far from it. Always putting in the bare minimum and it irked you to no end...but, yes there’s a but, there was times where you could see how happy he was to have gotten a good block. His expression didn’t really show it but it was all in the eyes.

Oh how you could get lost in those pools of gold.

He definitely took notice. He wouldn’t admit it but, he admired you greatly. He knew about what happened in middle school. He saw the limp in your step.He also saw you practicing with Hinata and the third years during lunch or after practice. He hated how inferior he felt around you. Despite being permanently injured, you had a smile on your face. No matter how many times you had to repeat basic instructions for setting up to block, you still believed in him. You smiled when he accomplished something, even if it was something done with minimal effort and you tell him, ‘See, I knew you could do it!’ He hated it, not really, but he did. You were also very attractive. Adorable eyes and smile, a dangerously enticing body, and sharp tongued. He thought it was hot that you could keep up with his wit.

Then it started happening. His heart would beat faster whenever you smiled at him. It would beat wildly when your shoulder brushed against his arm. He would feel fuzzy and warm at your praises. Sugarawa had taken notice to the longing glances you both shared when the other wasn’t looking, the blush that would tint your cheeks when the tall blonde would lean down to tease you. So, of course, he told Asahi and Daichi. The captain just shook his head. Of course he was intrigued but it was none of his business. Asahi felt the same but he was definitely more open to fan-boying over the two first years.

Tsukishima had also realized that he didn’t like when someone flirted with you. Whether it was Tanaka and Noya messing around or what he was scowling at in the current moment.

You were blushing and stuttering because of Nekoma’s captain. Rooster head was wooing you with a copious amount of flirty remarks and compliments. Along with that owl headed loud mouth from Fukurodani. You had caught the eye of many during the summer training camp. Especially when you walked into gym #3 in those spandex shorts and a Karasuno pull over.

“O-Oh!” You had squeaked, “I didn’t think anyone would be here.”

“And why are you here so late, chibi-chan?~” And that’s when it started. He had just come in for his towel and was asked to stay and practice and you walked in before he could answer.

“So? What do you say Tsukishima?” Bokuto turned to the blonde who sighed.

“We just had a whole day of training, why would I want to practice more?” He took off his glasses and cleaned them with his towel.

“That’s a great idea! You could learn a lot from these three, Tsukishima-kun! More than you could from me.” You had clasped your hands together, grinning. Akaashi seemed a bit taken aback that you had even noticed him.

“What do you mean? Are you a coach?” Bokuto had leaned down a bit, his face a bit too close to yours.

“W-well no b-but I help him and Hinata practice their blocking.”

“You help them with blocking?” Kuroo was intrigued, if you were helping them then maybe you were pretty good.

“Not well enough.” Tsukishima scoffed.

“Yeah well maybe you’d learn something if you put in the effort.” You retorted, arms crossed and eye brow quirked.

“Well since you think you’re such hot stuff, why don’t you take my place and practice. I’m heading to bed.” You rolled your eyes at his words and that’s what you did. You explained your situation and you practiced in a 2v2. You and Bokuto vs Kuroo and Akaashi.

After a couple of rounds, you all sat around to cool down.

“So why haven’t you joined the girls team? You’d do really well there.” Akaashi asked as he gulped down some water.

“Well, I-I actually don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.” You shrugged. You weren’t exactly lying, you hadn’t really thought about it much.

“Liar.” Kuroo chuckled, a knowing smirk on his lips. “It’s because of that Tsukishima jerk, right?”

“What-what’re you talking about?”

“Oh come on! I saw the little looks you give him. How he gets a little flustered when you praise him during a game. I’d say that you have a crush on him.” Your reaction was priceless. Wide eyes, furious pink across your cheeks and mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Oh ho ho! You have a crush!” Bokuto chuckled loudly. “(Y/n) and Tsukishima sitting in a tree! K.I.S.S.S.I.N.G!”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Bokuto.”Akaashi spoke in a bored tone, smacking the boy upside the head.

“Akaashi!”

And thus started the endless teasing. During day training and the extra training in gym #3. Tsukishima didn’t like it one bit. You were paying less attention to him and more to the two over-zealous captains. He had a grimace all through breakfast when Kuroo called you over to join Nekoma for a change. He watched as you happily chatted with the team, laughing at jokes, blushing at Kuroo’s shameless flirting, even getting Kenma to look away from his phone and have a conversation about Animal Crossing, exchanging info so he could invite you to his island.

He was pissed, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“What’s wrong Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asked as he sat right in front of his scowling friend, playing with the food on his tray.

“(Y/n)! Is that all you’re eating? Here have some more grilled fish!” His scowl grew deeper as he watched Lev place pieces of fish in your bowl of rice, not missing the blush on your face when you stuttered out a thank you.

“Nothing Yamaguchi, I’m fine.” He basically growled as he pushed his seat out, forcefully picking up his tray and throwing out the untouched food, making a point to slam the door open and marching out.

“I wonder what’s gotten into Tsukishima.” Daichi frowned as he took a seat with Suga and Asahi.

“I think I know what.” Suga had a sly look on his face as he gestured over to you and Lev. The both of you conversing excitedly about something. “I think he’s jealous because a certain first-year manager is getting attention from the other teams.” The silver headed setter giggled. A look of realization washing over their features.

That jealous anger had definitely affected his playing. His usually calculated movements were off and he was awfully distracted. They had lost match after match and those punishment dives took a toll on everyone. You had taken it upon yourself to convince the managers that it was a good time to cut up the watermelon that was donated by a parent. They quickly agreed, the thought of a sweet and cool slice of the fruit enticing them as well.

“Alright boys! Break time!” They all had sped over to grab a slice of watermelon from their respective manager.

“Thank you, (y/n)-san.” Daichi smiled. The others following in suit, thanking you and grabbing a slice of the fruit.

“Thanks shrimp.” Tsukishima plucked the last piece from your outstretched hand, his fingers brushing against yours and smirking at the blush he caused. “What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous?” He leaned in closer, so close that if you had moved an hair closer, your noses would have brushed.

“Pfft...as if.” You turned away, leaving him amused as he stalked away

Training had ended on another sour note, chests heaving after another round of of punishment dives. You changed into shorts and a t-shirt again and made your way back to the gym.

“Hey Hey! You ready for more training?” Bokuto jumped excitedly. You guys had been in the middle of another set when Lev came bounding in, followed by Hinata and Kageyama.

You decided to take a break and help Lev with his receiving.

“Lev, you’ve gotta bend your knees lower. Loosen up, you’re too stiff.” You instructed from beside him, lowering yourself as an example.

“That invitation to train with us is still open, you know?” Bokuto’s words made you perk up and turn to the doors, and sure enough, there stood the tall blonde.

“I just came in for my shoes.” A fake smile painted his lips as he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, meeting your eyes before you quickly turned away.

“WHAT?! You’re turning down training with the captains of powerhouses? No fair!” Hinata whined.

Tsukishima ignored him completely. “What’s wrong (y/n)? Did they finally get annoyed with you?” He scoffed.

“N-no...I’m just taking a break.” You spun the ball in your hands.

“I’m sure. I mean, I bet those short legs of yours must get tired easily.” He snickered. No one really laughed, they were unsure if he was actually insulting you or if he was playing around.

“My legs are perfectly fine. Even if they are short, I definitely jump way higher than you.” You smirked. You had grown accustomed to his teasing and to take his words with a grain of salt. But this time, your words seemed to have hit right in his inferiority complex.

“Then why’d you ever stop playing? You’d be doing us a favor by joining a team so I don’t have to hear your irritating complaints about how much I suck but I guess that’d be hard with a bum knee. I mean, you can barely even walk without limping.” He hadn’t really thought about the word vomit that was leaving his mouth. He was just letting out his anger and jealousy. He didn’t notice that you started crying. He had gone too far. His eyes widened ever so slightly.

“(Y/n)...” Lev asked carefully, placing a hand on your quivering shoulders.

“You know why I complain, Tsukishima?” The fact that your voice was so steady and venomous sent shivers down his spine. “I complain because I care about you! I know you can do better than how you’re doing now. I also know that if you don’t put in more effort, Ukai is taking you out of the starting line up! And I know it’s going to hurt me seeing your potential go to waste because I-I...” The stale silence that followed made everyone uncomfortable. No one knew what to do. Comfort you or reprimand Tsukishima.

They watched as you let the ball drop from your hands and you slumped to the exit. “I’m sorry for causing a scene. I’m going to bed. Goodnight everyone.” Kuroo flinched at how broken you sounded. He couldn’t blame you. The guy you liked had basically just called you annoying and teased you about a major insecurity. They watched as you left the gym, shoulder shaking as more tears made their way down your cheeks.

“Not cool man.” Was all Kuroo had to say as he followed you out. Concern clearly etched on his face.

“Tch...whatever.” He gritted his teeth and walked out before hearing Yamaguchi call for him and charge in his direction.

“(Y/n)...”Kuroo called out to you. You were leaning against the outside of the gym, hand clamped over your mouth. He approached you with open arms, an embrace being exactly what you needed. You slumped against him and buried your face into his chest. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re amazing.” You chuckled weakly.

“Thanks Kuroo...”

Back with Tsukishima, Hinata decided to scold him about how he should be more careful with his words and how he should go apologize. As much as he disliked the orange haired idiot, he agreed that he owed you an apology. So he made his way behind the gym, peering around the corner when he heard Kuroo talking.

“There’s no need to cry. Those ugly tears aren’t fitting for a beautiful girl like you.” He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears away. Unlike compliments before, there was no playful tone in his voice.

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. There was no doubt that you had feelings for Tsukishima but having someone as handsome as Kuroo inches from your face was definitely making you feel some type of way. You bit your lip as you looked into his eyes, they were sincere. Then looking down at his lips. His eyes searched yours before he noticed where your gaze was. His own eyes looking at your plush lips before meeting your gaze once more. His thumb ran over your bottom lip and nudged it from its place, stressed between your teeth. You both leaned forward, caught in the moment, lips meeting in the middle. Melding together and moving in sync. Your hands moving around his shoulders and into his hair, his arms pulling you closer into him.

Tsukishima’s heart stopped once your lips met, looking away when neither of you pulled away from each other. His heart hurt. Next to being deceived by his brother, this really hurt him. He thought you had liked him. Was he wrong? Had he gotten his hopes up? He frowned at the confusion and betrayal that filled his body. Walking back to the dorms with a heavy heart and slumped shoulders.

When you and Kuroo had breathlessly pulled away, realization set in.

“This isn’t-I’m sorry, I don’t...I uhmm...”

“Relax. It’s fine. I know you don’t feel anything for me. And after that, I know I don’t either.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Excuse me! Are you saying I’m a bad kisser?” You gasped in an over exaggerated manner. Hand over your heart.

“Yeah, pretty much. In fact, that’s probably one of the worst kisses I’ve had.”

“Oh ha ha.” You laughed flatly. A slightly awkward silence followed. “We’re good right?” You asked unsure.

“Of course we are, chibi-chan, I know you have goo-goo eyes for that big mouth idiot.”

“Just how confused are you? I like Tsukishima, not Bokuto.”

“Oh my god. Goodbye. I thought you were going to bed. It’s definitely past your bed time.” He ran a hand down his face in playful annoyance. Sighing when you were out of hearing range. “You really are something, chibi-chan.”

Back inside the gym, Hinata was ranting about his teammate.”I don’t understand how he could be so dense.”

“You’re one to talk.” Kageyama snickered, although it went completely over his head. “But I guess he realized that he was rude and went to apologize.” Kuroo froze.

“He what?”

“He went to apologize.” Hinata repeated.

“When?”

“What’s wrong?” Bokuto cocked an eyebrow at his friends abrupt worry.

“Uhh a few minutes ago, I think. He went right around the corner. Why?”

Kuroo groaned and slapped his forehead. “He probably saw it.”

“Saw what?” Lev asked as he absentmindedly tossed the ball from hand to hand.

“I kissed (y/n).”

“YOU WHAT?!”

#tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #hollow words and misunderstandings #anon ask #anon #request #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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youngjusticeslut · 4 years

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Remember

Fandom: Young Justice Links: FF.net // AO3 Characters: Artemis Crock, Dick Grayson, M’gann M’orzz, Conner Kent, Kaldur’ahm, Wyynnde, Garth, Wally West, mentions of Jade, Lian, Paula, Roy, Shalaina, Barbara, Zatanna and Raquel. Summary: In the six months after Wally's ceasing, the six members of the original team each remember him in their own way. // or, how the team copes with his death. Rating: T Word Count: 4k Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters.

The Watchtower June 23rd, 23:16 EDT

Conner puts himself in charge of Wally’s hologram before anyone else can offer.

He knows that he’s the most logical choice. Kaldur will want to do it, but will get too caught up dealing with the team that he’ll put himself on the backburner. M’gann won’t be able to look at the memorial without crying. Artemis is too much of a wreck. And Dick… Dick is gone.

Sure, someone else could have done it. They could have left it to the League. Or Bart. Bart would have readily taken it on and roped Flash into helping. It wouldn’t have felt right, though. Wally was one of them. The original six. It’s only fair that one of them handles it.

In the three days it takes them to build the hologram, Conner handles the harder things. Memorial arrangements. Consoling the team. Picking up whatever slack he can load on his shoulders. He keeps busy.

Everyone else needs time to grieve. More than he does, at least. Grief is an emotion he can easily control. It nestles inside him, content, easily ignored when more pressing matters come to play. It’s always been this way. When people get hurt, or die, he’s always the one they can count on to keep things going. It’s instinct, by now. And truth be told, it helps him feel a little bit better.

When the hologram is finished, Conner stays behind and stares up at it. None of this is fair. Artemis shouldn’t have to go through this pain. Dick shouldn’t have to live without his best friend. Wally should have continued to live, to be their friend.

But he’s gone now, and someone has to step up. Bart may have filled Wally’s shoes as the new Kid Flash, but being a hero was only a part of his legacy. After Kaldur, Wally always made sure that everyone was taken care of. He’d hang around the Cave and make sure all the new members got acquainted. If anyone needed a place to crash, Wally’s home, and then his and Artemis’, was always a safe haven. He’d organized game nights, movie nights, team outings. With him gone, there’s nobody left to take care of everyone else.

Nobody, except him. For so long, Conner fought the idea of leadership. Everyone’s role on the team was well defined. Kaldur was the leader. Artemis was the spirit. Dick was the brains. M’gann was the power. He was the strength. And Wally was the heart. Conner was comfortable in his role, and he never sought to change it. Things are different, now. It feels like the right time to step up.

Wally was his friend. His first friend. Conner needs to do right by him, to keep his memory alive.

He crouches low, touching the base of the hologram. “You don’t have to worry,” he says, barely speaking above a whisper. “I’ll take care of them for you. I promise.” He’ll make sure that Artemis gets through this. He’ll find Dick and be there for him in any way he needs. He’ll force Kaldur to take breaks and stop overworking himself. And M’gann… he’ll find a way to forgive her and work through their past.

Life’s too short to do anything else.

Happy Harbor July 1st, 13:34 EST

The snickerdoodles don’t taste right.

Wally’s memorial is in two hours, and despite spending the better part of her morning in the kitchen, M’gann has nothing to show for it. She sighs, dumping the fourth batch of cookies into the waste bin. It wouldn’t be right to show up empty handed. Wally would never forgive her.

Ignoring the pang in her chest, M’gann straightens up and rolls up the sleeves of her sweater, resolved to try again.

“Let’s see,” she mutters to herself, pulling up the recipe in her head. “Butter, eggs, flour…” A dash of cinnamon. A sprinkle of salt. The ingredients float towards the dirty mixer, ready for another attempt. Hopefully this time she won’t leave anything out.

The batter comes together easily enough. M’gann has made this recipe enough times that she moves automatically, measuring flour and cracking eggs without so much as a second thought. Keeping her hands busy is good. If she moves, she can’t think. Thinking will only make her cry, and she can’t cry. M’gann doesn’t have that right, especially not today.

Conner, Kaldur, Zatanna, Raquel and her are all in agreement that today, their attention will be on Artemis. Though the former archer puts up a brave front for the sake of the team and keeping things more or less normal, today will be different. Each of them will take turns looking out for her, ensuring that someone is with her at all times. It’s the very least they can do.

As M’gann folds the batter together, her mind turns to Dick. None of them have heard from him since he handed off the team to Kaldur and Barbara. Conner tried visiting his apartment. Artemis texted and called until his phone died. Kaldur persuaded Zatanna to try a locator spell, if only to ensure that their friend was alive. After a few weeks, Artemis informed them that he texted her back.

I’m fine.

Two words. Two words that scream how not-fine he is, but enough to keep them away for a little while longer.

M’gann tastes the batter and crinkles her nose. Something is still missing. She doesn’t have time to mess up another batch, she needs these to come out right. For Wally.

She stares down the batter, pressing her mouth to the side as she thinks. “I put in eggs, the flour, the cream of tartar… what am I missing?” M’gann dips the wooden spoon in the bowl, taking out a piece of soft dough to taste.

Then it hits her. She forgot the sugar.

“Hello, Megan,” M’gann laughs to herself, shaking her head as she grabs the sugar from a nearby cupboard. No wonder the dough doesn’t taste sweet.

“Not as sweet as you, Sugar.”

The bag of sugar drops from her hands and crashes on the floor, spilling everywhere. M’gann takes a shaky breath and grasps the counter until her knuckles go pale, trying to keep the tears from coming to her eyes. She can’t. No. Today’s not her day, she doesn’t get to do this.

Try as she might to regain composure, it’s too late. Every memory, good and bad, resurrect from the back of her mind and start playing without mercy. Wally’s shameless attempts at flirting. All the trays of cookies he’d scarfed down single handedly. The terrible jokes, and the funny ones too.

M’gann slides down until she hits the floor, fighting hard to keep from crying. They’d lost before. Tula. Artemis, even if it was brief. The loss of Wally hits differently. They studied for their exams together. Every recipe she tried, he’d always volunteer to be her taste tester. Good or bad, he’d eat it enthusiastically and ensured that she knew how much she enjoyed it. He was her friend.

Wally always seemed untouchable, like he could survive anything with a smile on his face. Even now, she expects him to just dash into the room and claim that it was all some horrible joke. They’d forgive him, just like they always had before.

Her phone beeps. M’gann sniffles and wipes her eyes before picking it out of her pocket. There’s a text from Kaldur, letting her know that he’ll pick her up in an hour. She sets the phone down and lets out a shaky breath. Maybe five minutes on the floor won’t hurt. She’ll allow herself five minutes, and then she’ll pick herself back up, put on a brave face, and finish baking the cookies.

And she does just that.

Palo Alto August 13th, 15:29 PST

“For the last time, Mom, I don’t need help.” Artemis holds her phone to her ear with her shoulder and tapes up another box. “By the time you’d get here, I’ll be done.”

When the box is taped shut, Artemis pushes it towards the door. This is the last room she has to pack up. One more room, and she’s free. She sets up another empty box and begins to pack up what remains of her closet.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come home? I made up your bed for you.”

Artemis nods, clearing her throat just enough so that she can answer. “I’m sure.” She can’t go home. Paula would see through her in an instant. “What, you don’t trust Jade?” she tries to joke, but the tone comes off wrong. Halfhearted.

Retreating to her sister’s new home is barely a step up from retreating to her mother’s. At least there, her friends won’t drop by unannounced. She’ll have something to do. A toddler to distract her from the heaviness that weighs her down. When Jade suggested it, she couldn’t say yes fast enough. At this point, change is welcomed. Anything to get her out of this house.

“I have to finish packing, Mom. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

Before Paula can add anything else, Artemis hangs up the phone. She knows what would have come next. Pity. Concern for her wellbeing. While she appreciates the concern and she knows everyone is only trying to look out for her, she doesn’t want to hear it anymore. What she wants is to move on.

Artemis is better than she was two months ago. Wally appeared everywhere to her. She saw him in their kitchen. She heard him, singing in the shower. Brucely would whine by the door for hours, waiting for him. Finally, she gave up and camped out at Zatanna’s, if only to keep from completely shutting down.

A month ago, she officially rejoined the team. Artemis couldn’t sit still and feel sorry for herself anymore. She had to do something. Punch something. Make someone feel even an ounce of the pain that she felt every day that Wally wasn’t with her.

The rage subsided. So did the pain. Artemis knows how to tuck it away for a few hours, bury it deep under team duties, coffee dates with M’gann and Zatanna, and babysitting her niece. She grows numb. Hollow. Anything is better than feeling that pain again.

Artemis makes quick work of her closet and tapes up the remainder of her possessions in the last box. She’s glad that she only has to worry about her things. Wally’s family had helped clear out most of his belongings shortly after the memorial.

She hoists up the box and carries it out to the living room, where a stack of boxes already sits by the door. Half of them will be going to storage. She doesn’t want to impose on her sister and brother-in-law. Not after they volunteered to house her and her dog.

Speaking of her dog, Artemis notices that it’s awfully quiet. She’s used to quiet by now, but with Brucely, it isn’t always a good thing. A small smile ghosts her lips. One time, upon leaving him alone for less than ten minutes, her and Wally had found the dog neck-deep in a massive bag of cereal. They’d stayed up all night, watching their dog upchuck Lucky Charms and vowing to keep a better handle on where they kept their food.

Even though it’s a happy memory, it leaves a bitter taste in Artemis’ mouth. Wally would want her to be happy. He’d want her to remember the good times, and use them to find her strength and move on. Maybe one day, she will. One day, when she isn’t angry, or hurt, or numb.

“Brucely?” she calls out, whistling short-after. No response. That’s never a good sign. “Come on, Boy. We can go on one last walk before we have to go.” Still nothing. He must be up to something, Brucely always comes out running when she so much as mentions the word ‘walk’.

Artemis checks the bathroom. Not there. The kitchen is empty. So is her bedroom. She keeps calling his name, but Brucely remains hidden. Finally, after a solid ten minutes of looking, she finds him inside a closet, lying down pitifully.

“There you are,” she sighs in relief, bending down to pet him. “What’s the matter, don’t you want to go live with Jade?”

The dog stares up at her, reflecting her own feelings in his sad brown eyes. Artemis laughs and sits next to him. “Yeah, me neither. But you’ll like it there. Lian will love you. Roy will probably give you extra treats. And Jade…” she bites her lip. “Jade will get over it.”

Brucely huffs, making himself more comfortable on the floor. Artemis notices that he’s guarding something behind him. “What’cha got there, buddy?” she asks, peering closer to look. Behind Brucely is a box. Seems like she missed something.

Artemis carefully moves her dog and takes the small box into her palms. It’s not one of her boxes. Judging by the torn edges and the crumpled, smush state of it, the box is one of Wally’s. Taking a deep breath, she opens it.

Wally and her talked about marriage. They both knew it was an inevitability, but had decided to wait until after college. Wally wanted a huge party, with everyone on the Team and the League invited. Loud music. A massive cake. The whole five yard. Artemis was never really the type of girl to plan out her wedding, so she went along with his ideas, if only because she liked seeing how excited he got about everything.

Now she wishes they hadn’t waited. She wishes that they’d run away, eloped, made the most of their short amount of time together before it was too late. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe he’d still be alive and here with her.

He isn’t though. And now Artemis sits on the floor, holding a ring that was supposed to be hers. All the stitches keeping her together tear apart at the sight of this one little ring.

Brucely whines and sidles up to her before placing his head in her lap. His drool ruins her pants, but she doesn’t care. Artemis leans forward and hugs him, doing her best not to cry, fighting hard to keep away the thoughts of what might have been.

Poseidonis October 30th, 8:19 UTC-2

Of all the strange holidays Kaldur has experienced on the surface world, none confuses him more than Halloween. He isn’t too much a fan of sweets. And the custom of knocking on strangers’ doors, begging for candy baffles him to no end. His team members tried to explain it to him on several occasions, but clearly the holiday is beyond his understanding.

He prefers to spend the holiday back home, visiting his parents, his old friends. Kaldur always found it a better use of his time than partaking in the festivities; he only had so many opportunities to return home, and this was one he always allowed himself to have.

This year, however, is different. Artemis texted him and asked him to join her and Will for his daughter’s first Halloween. At least, the first one they were both there for. He’d tried to decline, but her and Will both sent him a mass of text messages full of pictures from the pouting toddler, and really, what choice did he have? Kaldur has a difficult time denying Artemis much of anything, these days.

As a result, Kaldur plans his trip home a day earlier. For a brief moment, he considers skipping it entirely. Then he remembers his parents, and decides he’s hurt them enough for one lifetime. So, like the good son he is, he returns home and lets his mother shower him with affection. Cal asks him a plethora of questions about how things have changed on the surface world, and Kaldur dutifully answers every single one. When it comes time to leave, he tries his best not to think too hard about how tight his mother hugs him.

Upon leaving his parents, he ponders visiting Queen Mera, and her son. It has been ages since he’s seen little Artur. Kaldur still remembers holding the baby, only a few days after his birth. Artur must be so much bigger now, and the thought puts a smile on his face.

Just as he’s about to head in that direction, Kaldur stops himself. He probably won’t be welcome there. King Orin and him are on good terms, but that doesn't mean he has forgiven him enough to let him near his family. “No,” he muses to himself, “perhaps not today.”

So instead, he swims in the direction of the Zeta tube, keeping his gaze straight ahead. If he just focuses on reaching his destination, he won’t see the Atlanteans who stare at him, and whisper. He won’t hear the vicious words they mutter under his breath, calling him a traitor, the bastard of Black Manta, and worse. Kaldur doesn’t mind it too much. It’s all deserved. The people have every right to feel this way. He was surprised so many had forgiven him as quickly as they had.

“Kaldur, is that you?”

He stops swimming and turns around. It’s Garth. Next to him is a man he remembers seeing, but doesn’t recognize immediately. “Old friend,” he greets, holding out his hand. Garth hesitates, just for a moment, and then grabs his wrist in the usual greeting. Kaldur does his best not to let it get to him.

“I didn’t expect to see you. Are you heading back?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“That’s too bad,” Garth says, letting go of Kaldur’s wrist. “It would have been nice if you could join us.”

“Us?”

“My apologies, I haven’t introduced my friend. Kaldur, this is Wyynde. He was in our class, back at the Conservatory.”

Kaldur turns his attention to Wyynde. Ah, now he recognizes him. Wyynde, the purist. “You were with Oceanmaster,” he blurts before he realizes. No sooner does he say it does his face flush with embarrassment. “I… what I meant was—”

Wyynde gives Kaldur a wry smile. “And you were with Black Manta. But hopefully, those collaborations will remain in the past. Now I am on King Orin’s guard.”

“I see.” Kaldur clears his throat, attempting and failing to hide his embarrassment. “I apologize if I was rude.”

Wyynde waves away Kaldur’s concerns with a lighthearted chuckle. “Not at all. I appreciate the candor.”

Kaldur’s face is still warm, but he knows well enough that it isn’t from embarrassment. He hasn’t felt like this in a long time. Not since… “Well, I must take my leave. I have urgent matters to attend to back on the surface world.”

Helping his friends wrestle a stubborn toddler into a polyester costume and tote her around to collect candy she won't eat. An urgent matter indeed.

Garth rests a hand on Kaldur’s shoulder. “Are you positive you cannot find time to accompany us? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”

“I do not wish to intrude,” Kaldur makes up quickly. “You and Wyynde must be quite busy.”

“Nonsense! I have heard so many stories about the famed Aqualad. I would be honored if you accompanied us.”

It’s on the tip of Kaldur’s tongue to say no. He should say no. There’s nothing he can gain from getting close to either of them.

“Dude, you can’t be hung up on Tula forever. There’s plenty of fish in the sea. Uh, and by that I mean Atlanteans. Not like, actual fish. Please don’t fall in love with an actual fish.”

The memory is so deep, Kaldur almost can’t believe he recalls it. It’s been a little while since he’s thought about his fallen friend. There was so much to do back then, he packed his feelings about the matter and set them aside, to be handled at a later time.

Still, as much as it hurts him to remember, there must be a reason he hears Wally’s voice inside his head. Wally had always been unsympathetic towards his misfortune with Tula. On countless occasions, he’d tried setting him up on a number of unsuccessful blind dates. None of his tactics had worked, but Kaldur appreciated the attempt.

If Wally were here, he’d tell him to go. There can be no other reason why the memory had surfaced. Staying behind, even for a few more hours, would be the very least he could do for him.

“Well…” Kaldur smiles, then nods. “I suppose just a little while will not hurt.”

Watchtower November 11th, 00:01 EDT

Dick sits in front of Wally’s hologram, cross legged. He’d never missed his friend’s birthday before. Grief be damned, he isn't keen on starting now. His heart is heavy. None of his friends even know that he’s here. He hasn't talked to anyone, really talked to anyone, in months.

After Wally ceased, he needed time. Running the team, the team he, Wally and Kaldur had started, didn't feel right. So he left. He came back for the memorial, and to officially hand the team back to Kaldur, but after that, he officially disappeared. He’s done with teams. At least, for the time being.

He never pictured living his life without Wally by his side. Through thick and thin, they’d been there for each other. They’d fought together, and laughed together. It doesn’t feel right to go on living without him.

But life moves on. Dick distracts himself from his feelings by diving headfirst into detective work, letting the late nights and constant travel take away from the unresolved pain. He watches his friends move on with their lives. Kaldur accepts the role of Aquaman, and M’gann is appointed as team leader. Conner still helps with the team, and Artemis enrolls in a Masters program and spends her free time babysitting her niece. Everyone moves on, together.

All except him.

To give them credit, everyone tried to look out for him. Texts. Calls. Surprise visits when they knew he was home. Barbara comes over more often than she needs to, and even though he isn’t always mentally present, he’s grateful. Still, he keeps everyone at a distance. He just prefers to process things on his own. It’s nothing personal.

Wally’s hologram judges him from above. Dick lets out a shaky breath, looking up at his former friend. “I know,” he sighs. “I’m an asshole.”

From his backpack, Dick pulls out an assortment of chips, every ridiculous flavor he could get his hands on. Wally liked trying the different flavors. Somewhere on his computer, he kept a masterlist of every one he’s tried, and their rankings. “You won’t believe which flavors I found this time. Fried chicken flavored potato chips. Can you believe it? They don’t taste bad, but they’d definitely score low on your yum-o-meter,” he tries to tease. His voice comes off thick.

Dick sets the chips down, his hands shaking. “I miss you, Wall. I know I haven’t really shown it. I know I’ve been an awful friend, an awful person… but what did you expect? You and me, we were supposed to go down together.” He balls his fists, looking down.

The hologram doesn’t respond. Doesn’t move. Just stares ahead, with that same, dorky smile.

After a few minutes, Dick stands up and slings his backpack over his shoulders. This isn't helping. He did his diligence, he visited, he kept the tradition. But right now, it hurts too much to be here.

“Happy Birthday, Wally,” he mutters, before leaving the hologram behind for good.

#young justice #yj #dick grayson #artemis crock #wally west #m'gann m'orzz #conner kent #kaldur #wyynde #I know this isn't the greatest but #I don't care #it's been forever since I wrote YJ #deal w it

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Sanders Sides Ficmas 2020

↪ 𝔉𝔦𝔠𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱 🎁 Dec 7: Cold - Roceit Rating: E

This bit is heavily inspired by angelsdemonsducks wonderful fic this cup of yours tastes holy (this lie is dead). Seriously, it’s so lovely. It’s Loceit and I absolutely fell in love with that cool af court scene they wrote and I had do try do my own.

Roman is waiting impatiently for the return of his most trusted advisor and diplomat to return for the Christmas festivities at Sanders Castle.

“Are his chambers prepared?” Roman asked while he was signing the last documents on his desk.

“Yes, Your Majesty, everything is arranged for My Lord to return tonight.”

Roman dismissed his butler with an appreciative nod. Once alone he rolled his shoulders trying to get out some tension. It had been trying weeks leading up to this day. A war avoided by hair's breadth. A marriage evaded once again. A new ally secured somehow in all of this chaos.

And all thanks to the one man he finally, finally would be seeing again tonight.

Only weeks ago he had thought he would be on a battlefield by tonight and then everything had turned around. In their euphoria the whole palace had managed to organize for the traditional Christmas festivities to be even grander than the years prior in such a short time span.

Roman still felt equal parts elated and exhausted. And he was very glad that the year was over. Not just for the sake of it being spiked with political conflict left and right that had now quieted down. But also because a whole year was a torture device like he hadn’t thought possible.

Hours later, the sun long down had the great hall bustling with noise, chatter and clatter. Guests and inhabitants of the castle filled the hall, eating and generally utterly relieved and relaxed.

Roman almost missed when the door of the side entrance to the hall opened for just a second and a tall figure walked in silently, cloak all glittery white and heavy with snow. He was actually holding his breath when the other took off his hood. He looked just as delectable as Roman remembered him. He couldn’t believe it had been a year of only letters. No one besides him seemed to be aware of his most appreciated confidant.

He smiled that vague little smile Roman loved so much, then respectfully implied a bow, and Roman loved that he couldn’t tell if the gesture was genuine or mocking. Then he turned and searched for a place on one of the banquet tables. His own attention was demanded once again by the nobles sharing his table and he lost sight of his evasive diplomat.

Once the feast was over and everyone was going about their business, searching out acquaintances to exchange well-wishes and bask together in the moment that well and truly meant that a war had been evaded, that had looked inevitable up until the last second.

Janus finally approached him, the same tiny smirk on his lips. He himself had retreated to the fireplace at the far end of the hall, as far away from the music and the mingling as possible, desperately hoping he would at least get to talk to Jan with a modicum of privacy. His heart was racing with the anticipation to have him back, to have him close again.

“Good evening, Your Grace.” Janus greeted pleasantly, his voice a lovely, low hum. And his pretty, dark eyes burning into his when he knelt to kiss his liege’s ring.

Of course this was the exact expected behaviour to display at court when one was confronted with one's king.

Of course Janus let his lips drag over his fingers. Roman wanted to rail him. His fingers twitched imperceptible as Janus stood, graceful and looking as unaffected as one would expect. Roman knew him better.

“Excuse me, Your Grace, I don’t want to hold you up. I’m sure there are a lot of people that want to talk to you tonight.” And he vanishes. Leaving Roman a little shell-shocked, and aroused to make pleasant conversation with anyone but him for the rest of the evening.

He bristles, a little. But he also knows he’ll find a bath warm lover in his bed later. And he had seen the exhaustion in Jans eyes close up.

He wandered the hall dutiful, talking, making connections, letting folks see him while his mind stayed glued steadfastly to whatever he imagined Janus might do in this second. Getting rid of his cloak and armour? Unpacking? Delivering all important writs he brought to Romans study? Undressing? Slipping into the bathtub? Unwinding? Warmed up again after months cooling down?

Romans neck felt hot when he finally, finally excused himself from the festivities. He tried hard not to hurry, keeping his steps measured and even. Taking the time to send away the guards in front of his quarters before slipping in almost as silent as Janus probably had.

And there he was, half leaning over Romans massive desk to read a paper, clad only in one of Romans shirts, hair still damp and turning to him.

“Roman.”

He was with him in four large strides, cradling that sharp jaw to press a nearly desperate kiss to palish lips. It did not feel different at all, same fire answering, pressing back after just a second of hesitation, unsure if they were still the same. The were. They had to be or Roman was going to lose his mind.

"You've been away so long!" - "I apologize, Your Grace, I was trying to save your kingdom." Clearly mocking, this time. Mischievous eyes and upturned brow and perfect.

"You are not allowed to ever leave again!"

"As you wish, my king."

They both know it’s futile vow. Empty, in the grand picture of things of securing a reign and keeping peace. But it doesn’t matter right now. Not when they simultaneously open their lips for one another, tongues stroking softer than what their bodies suggest.

Roman crowds Janus slender, body against the desk. The fission thought of too slim, starved from months of malnourishment at a military camp, is gone with the first groan from that mouth and strong arms around his neck pulling him closer.

“Missed you…” Roman mumbled distractedly, but needing to say it nonetheless, “I can barely sleep without you by my side.”

It’s true. And not just in the romantic way of entwined, warm bodies but in the visceral protectiveness and loyalty that is his lover. Janus would die for him. Had killed for him. And felt no remorse.

The sound his confession gets out of Janus is an interesting mix of cooing and growling that makes his insides feel like molten lava. He’s so hard it hurts. Had been since that slick tongue had touched his fingers hours ago and he had half a mind of retaliation by shoving a few between increasingly pinker lips. Later.

“I need you..!” he gasps, kissed breathless.

“Yes, my king.” No jeer, no sarcasm, just the same need.

They stumble to the bed, unsteady but hastily, greedy for each other and shivering as they lose their clothes on the way over.

The tenderness that constricts Romans throat isn’t unexpected when Janus is under him, naked, and proves Romans earlier assessment right. There are also new scars, ones that he wants to ask about but not know about. Janus is shameless and he doesn’t care much for Romans sensibilities when it comes to himself and just reels him back in, kisses him breathless again.

It’s messy and unrestrained. Everything they aren’t in the light of day, individually and together. It’s filthy and precious, slipping into that tight, oil-slick hole and, overcome by pleasure and relief Roman allows himself an “I love you…”

Janus does not say it back. He never had and probably never would and Roman didn’t need him to. He reveled in the raw panting that was coming out of Jans mouth instead, eyes a little glassy, heady mix of pleasure and pain. It had been some time and Janus liked it that way. Liked to go about his tasks the next few days, still being able to feel Roman, even when they would be too busy to get into and under each other's skin again.

It took not more than these thoughts and the incredibly tight glide to push them both over the edge far sooner than either would have liked.

And in the aftermath it was all too easy to be lulled to sleep by the smell and breathing of Janus, bodies still tangled. They should talk. There was so much to talk about. But Roman had meant that he never was able to sleep as he would have liked to, as he could with Janus stretched out next to him.

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Return to Redcliffe

particularly proud of this Solas + Trevelyan scene from “Return to Redcliffe” so gonna do some shameless self-promotion. Ao3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/33444538

When all her companions are asleep, Trevelyan leaves the Inquisition camp. She isn’t sure if she’ll come back. Someone is clearly following her, but she ignores that for now. The road back to Redcliffe stretches in front of her, but she hesitates. This is an extraordinary bad idea, she tells herself, but when has that ever stopped her? Lydia used to complain about her tendency to just act on desire alone. But Lydia is dead, she tells herself, you broke her head open with your staff until her brains spilled all over the floor. You killed the woman who raised you, only for the rebellion to sell themselves into slavery. ` In the woods, she stumbles upon a templar caravan. Very fortunate for her, very unfortunate for them. Their screams echo through the Ferelden forest; she imagines getting incinerated from inferno magic would hurt quite a bit, but it’s certainly not her problem. Trevelyan leaps onto the, now empty, wagon, and finds a crate of apples. She takes a few bites of one and monologues, “I rebel, therefore I am,” to the half eaten piece of fruit.

There’s groaning from underneath the wheels, and a jumble of words that vaguely sound like “what the fuck?” so she asks, “Sorry, are you still alive down there?” There’s no response, so in the interest of being thorough, she throws a fireball at the voice. The smell of burnt flesh follows, so she assumes it got the job done, but then again, Ferelden usually smells like that. Really not a terrible scent, she considers. Or perhaps she’s just gone mad.

Trevelyan looks at the Mark on her hand- staying with the Inquisition is the clever choice, she tells herself. Only she can close the rifts, after all. The rebels have been utterly defeated, the movement badly needs allies if it’s to survive. Still, her logic feels cold and hollow. The Venatori ships are already in Redcliffe harbor. She asks herself, how many will be shipped up to the Imperium in chains, in just the time it takes to travel between the Hinterlands and Haven?

Fire burns underneath the wagon. It’s always been fire for Trevelyan- burning the family manor during a childhood nightmare, cremating Lydia’s mangled corpse with her own spells, and, most recently, incinerating more templars than she can count. It’s the same fire that she could use to burn those Tevinter slave ships tonight- despite Fiona and Linnea’s betrayal, she has no doubt that at least a few of her people would join her.

“Do you want to keep staring at me from the woods then?” she asks the person shadowing her. Solas steps out from the shadows, clearly surprised at being discovered, but he tries not to let it show. He’s usually far more subtle, she doesn't doubt she could be more stealthy if he wanted, but he clearly believes everyone around him is an utter idiot. Fair enough, she supposes. He gives a slight smile, the kind that might say “well done.”

As with everyone, Solas projects emotions into the Fade- but his are more tightly moderated than any other mage she’s ever seen. Now though, Trevelyan sees a wave of complex feelings she can barely sort through, radiating from him: rage at the Tevinters, intense all-consuming fear of something she can’t sense, great sadness for something lost, but all controlled, and directed by conscious purpose.

“These woods are dangerous,” he says, characteristically naming the obvious, “and you have the only means of closing the rifts.” He regards her for a moment. “I apologize if I intruded. You have proven yourself a capable fighter, but I have found it is far too easy to make rash mistakes when one is alone.” His actual meaning is not lost on her: don’t be an idiot and run, is what he wants to say.

He adds, “And in my defense, you did just eviscerate an entire troop of men.” She expects him to ask her why, but he doesn’t; apparently needing no explanation for her small act of rebellion.

“They were templars,” she explains anyways, “most are awful. The others just look away when the Circle rapes happen. Honestly, I’ve always preferred the former.”

“I can’t disagree with you,” Solas says, “my few interactions with templars have been... unpleasant. Either they are accustomed to following the worst orders, as you have said, or they just enjoy inflicting pain, especially upon those without recourse.” There is clear contempt and disgust in his voice, it’s as if he’s speaking from experience.

“That’s why we rebelled,” she says, taking another bite of the apple, “also, I was hungry. Inquisition rations weren’t doing it.” Solas actually laughs. Trevelyan idly wonders when murder became so casual for her. Kill the woman who raised you, and everyone else becomes easy, she supposes.

There’s a short, but not awkward, silence between them. She knows exactly why he is here, to prevent her from defecting back to the rebels, but his presence is, surprisingly, not unwelcome. They haven’t had much time to talk like this; the conversations they’ve had have so far been in either the shadow of Haven’s Chantry, or on the road with Cassandra.

She motions to the adjacent seat on the wagon. To her surprise, he nods, and walks, or more accurately, struts over, butt wiggle and all. Like most mages, he usually makes himself seem as small as possible, scuttling rather than walking, but unlike the rest, it’s almost as if he has to consciously remind himself to do so.

Solas likes questions, she reminds herself, so ask one. He jumps up on the wagon, and she says, “do you like apples?”

Solas doesn’t even blink. “Apples were first domesticated in this part of the world.” How the fuck does he even know that, she wonders. “I saw a memory once, of a horde of human barbarians, desperately defending a part of these woods they held sacred, from the legions of the Imperium. When the barbarians were slain, the Tevinters marched forward, only to find a simple apple orchard, one which hundreds gave their lives to protect.” He takes one out of the crate, and takes a bite. “However, if you were asking about the taste- no, I detest apples.” He takes another bite. “This one in particular tastes sort of like burnt human flesh.”

“Dying for a lost cause. You really never miss an opportunity to make a point, do you?” she says, “also, how do you even know what burnt human flesh tastes like?”

Solas smiles mischievously. “I don’t like to waste words,” he says. The other point he is suspiciously quiet on. I don’t judge, Trevelyan thinks, you go eat as much flesh as you like, Solas.

His words are somewhat slurred, and she smells something in the air, besides the burning templars of course. She recognizes it as the unmistakable stench of peach whiskey, suspiciously similar to the bottle she had nicked from Dennet yesterday. Solas seems to notice and says, “Master Dennet had many such bottles wasting away on the shelf. He will not miss one, or two, I suppose.” He shrugs.

On the topic, she notices a small bottle of ale in one of the templar crates; the cork is stuck when she pulls on it, so she simply uses a bit of force magic to smash the top of the bottle off. It smells absolutely wretched, and tastes even worse, but she drinks it anyway. Solas watches her, possibly judging her, but he’s always hard to read. “Been a shit day,” she explains. Linnea said, go back to your templars. Fuck her. Tevinter apologist. Shockingly flat ass. Terrible kisser.

“Was today your first time in Redcliffe?” she asks. Solas chuckles softly to himself, apparently a joke only he understands.

“A long time ago, before your rebellion,” he says, “it’s changed since, of course. But I assume you’re asking my opinion on the rebel mages, rather than the settlement itself.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Despair sticks to most of the mages like gnats.” He’s right, during the retreat from the Free Marches, every morning some mages wouldn’t wake up, taken by Despair demons in their sleep. And the war has only gotten worse. She can’t even imagine. “Still, they endure. Their fight against oppression is admirable, and utterly hopeless.” , “Hopeless?” Trevelyan raises an eyebrow. She should be angry, but more than anything she feels exhausted. “You seem rather certain.”

“Of course I am.” he says, matter of fact. Trevelyan picked up some dalish during the rebellion; she’s not ignorant as to the meaning of his name. “In my journeys through the Fade, I have seen countless rebellions rise up, confident in the just nature of their cause, only to be crushed mercilessly. Righteousness, unfortunately, is no match against steel.” Good poetry. She’ll give him that.

“And, yet, Recliffe is still standing,” she says, “for the first time in a thousand years, in this part of the world, mages govern ourselves. No templars. No Chantry. We built that. Isn’t that freedom worth defending?” Trevelyan spent most of her life in the Circle. No price can be too great, she thinks.

“You forget you aren’t speaking to Cassandra or Varric. We do not disagree on the necessity of rebellion,” he smiles, just a bit, mostly to himself, “but, in order for a rebellion to win its immediate demands, as well has change what it is possible in the long term, something you once told me that you seek to do, they must do one thing.” He pauses for dramatic effect, and honestly it works. “They must win.”

“Even failed revolutions can teach lessons,” she says, the only dogma she’s ever needed to believe in, “no matter what Varric says, the mage rebellion didn’t manifest spontaneously.” She thinks of the thousand year struggle for freedom, and what feels like generations of the dead on her shoulders. In the distance, Trevelyan can just make out the flag of the Venatori, waving from the ramparts of Redcliffe. The ships are not far behind.

“No,” Solas says, suddenly melancholy, “or if they do, it is always the wrong lessons.” He’s silent for a long moment, staring into the ground. “I saw a memory once in the Fade. A man who sought to overthrow a tyrant. Then, a half-hearted assassination attempt, tailored for drama, instead of results. It of course failed. The man himself was burned alive, defiant at first, but when the flames reached his body, when his skin began to melt off, he screamed for mercy that never came.”

Trevelyan takes a long drink. Solas adds, eerily calm, “In the end, martyrdom is just melted flesh upon a wooden stake, and a name utterly forgotten.” She drains the rest of the bottle.

“I killed my mother,” she says, suddenly, without really meaning to, “when the Circle was annulled, I tried to give her the courtesy of a quick spell, but the tower wards blocked magic so…” she makes a motion with her staff “I, well, had improvise.”

“Your first murder?” he asks. She shakes her head. Definitely not. “If you want absolution, I’m not the person to give it.”

“Oh fuck no, I’m not Andrastian,” Trevelyan scoffs, and Solas chuckles softly. The Andrastians think they can solve all the world’s evils, all their many personal failings, through a song. It’s childish. Besides, Trevelyan would rather hold onto her sins for now- keep them close like a badge of honor. She looks down at the dead templars, corpses bathed in green light from her Mark.

“I don’t regret it,” she says, and she thinks she means it, “not if it served a purpose.” Trevelyan looks again towards Redcliffe, and thinks, everything I am, I owe to them. “In just the time it takes to travel back to Haven, how many will already be on the ships?”

“Likely a few dozen,” Solas answers, “there will be far more, thousands, if these Venatori are not defeated, which is a battle only the Inquisition has the resources to win. It is fortunate, then, that you have a position where you can speak on behalf of the rebel mages.”

The sun begins to rise, bathing the forest in dim orange light. “We should get back then ,” she forces herself to say, though every word is like a block of lead. Solas exhales in relief.

“One final thing,” she says as Solas moves to get up. She looks at her counterpart, studying him best she can, sensing his projections into the Fade. He’s unlike any other apostate she’s ever met, and there’s something about him she can’t quite put her finger on, much less vocalize. “You know quite a bit about rebellions,” she says.

“I have seen much in my travels,” he says, pausing as he considers his next words, “and you could say I had a dramatic youth.”

“One I’d be interested in hearing about,” she says, genuinely. “Especially if it involves more surprisingly melancholy stories about apple domestication.” Solas seems taken aback for a moment, but recovers quickly, chucking politely at her joke. He then smiles quietly to himself.

The two apostates return to the Inquisition camp, though Trevelyan keeps Redcliffe in her sight for as long as she can.

Ao3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/33444538

#dragon age #solas #f!trevelyan #tara trevelyan #mage trevelyan #mage rights #mage rebellion #enchanter lydia #redcliffe #hinterland #dragon age inquisition #in your heart shall burn

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The end... of the beginning

To me, this course and it’s timing has been pretty significant. It has been a sort of coming home to me to get back into the outdoor world and teaching after being on the backburner while I have thought of pursuing different careers. The two main moments in this course that struck a chord are the differentiation between a job and work, and what climate activism can look like.

image: a photo of a quote written inside the canoe hut at Camp Edgewood. “Look for the little miracles”. Photo taken by me.

I’m not sure that everyone has experienced what “work” feels like compared to a “job”, but I was lucky enough that one of my first jobs was working as a camp counsellor, among other things, at Camp Edgewood in Eden Mills. I worked there for two summers before, devastatingly, the camp had to shut down because of a lack of funding to replace our sewage system. Can you believe it? Working there meant giving up you whole summer, besides Saturdays to work 24 hours around the clock, anyone who works at camp knows this, but to me it never felt like a job and I remember saying this at the time. This place was so special, no matter someone’s background, it gave them a chance to connect with others and the nature around them. When you’re disconnected from the rest of the world, the news, and social media, social norms kind of go out the wind and you’re allowed to be as goofy and weird as you want because people are accepting. I remember a camper saying to me that the one week a year that they got to spend at camp weas the only time that they felt like they belonged and that they weren’t the outsider or the “weird one”. This setting and this community's commitment to fostering these relationships is something that I seek for my work in the future. Lately, I’ve kind of thrown away the idea of “career” and I am committed to focusing on “work”. So, what makes it work for me? Making a difference.

image: graphics of a melting earth with blue rings around it. Image taken from https://www2.deloitte.com/us/en/insights/topics/strategy/impact-and-opportunities-of-climate-change-on-business.html.

This year I have really struggled with learning about climate change. It is so essential, yet draining, and leaves me without hope. In chapter 5 of Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage, a huge wave of relief washed over me when they explain how fostering relationships with nature is a way to help with climate change. This idea made me realize what my approach to solving climate change must be, to educate and excite people about the world that we live in. I know that as someone who knows about climate change, I need to lead a life that makes a difference, but the idea of having to think about and face this complex challenge every day in a job has been weighing on me and I hadn’t even started this mystery job! During this semester I have decided to apply to the Queen’s Outdoor and Experiential Education Teaching Program after I graduate from my Undergrad. This is the outlet that I can use to encourage stewardship for other people and do my part to help tackle the climate change challenge. Here is a link to an interview with one of my high school teachers talking about the OEE program: Queen's University Outdoor & Experiential Education Program.

Throughout my BA in Geography I have been learning about the complex relationships between people and places and the details about those people and those places. What I have learned in taking this course is that part of my work needs to be on the frontlines of those relationships between people and spaces, particularly in the outdoors. I would like to teach in some sort of an outdoor setting. I hope that in doing this I can include different aspects of interpretation from science, art, history, education, and sustainability. Personally, I have always been a generalist, meaning that there are a lot of things that I am okay at, but there’s no one thing that I am an expert at. In this field, I can use this to my advantage because it required a lot of skills to interpret/teach.

image: a photo of me at my cottage in Temagami, crouching under the old growth forest, picking blueberries. Photo taken by my sister

A direct application to what I have learned in this course will be the job that I landed this summer. I put myself out there and sent an email to the rental cottages around the area of my cottage asking if I could teach swimming lessons at their sites. I was answered right away and will be teaching swimming lessons, fishing skills, canoeing skills, and leading hikes just a short canoe ride from my cottage. I am so excited to learn more about the area so that I can teach it. Mostly, I am excited that I can be outside all day and help other people enjoy the outdoors. This type of job is something that I have been dreaming of since working at camp, but had deemed it as not a “career” job and had assumed that I would not make enough money at a job like this. I was wrong, no both fronts. Like I said before, I’m not worried about a job that looks good on a resume because it matches my degree, a so called “adult job”. I sought out the job that I know will make me happy and that at the end of the day I will be able to say that I did a good day’s “work”.

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading along with my realizations, hopes, and dreams. What do you want to be when you grow up (not your adult job, your real job)?

Goodbye for now.

Jasmine

image: a photo of me holding one of my custom jeaote bags, another passion that I have been investing in. In the fall I started making bags out of old jeans and fabric to reduce textile waste. Here is a link to my Instagram in case you want to check it out! https://www.instagram.com/jeaote/ Yes, this is a shameless plug.

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nobloodneeded · 3 years

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me drawing fan art and writing background hcs of my latest Warden? Couldn’t be.

Name: Rylan Amell

Orientation: Gay, switch. As a shameless flirt, often people are shocked that he is only attracted to men. He likes to casually drop such a fact into conversation and revel mischievously in the shocked or scandalized reactions.

Notable moments:

- The time he ran out of mana and lyrium potions and was chased up a tree by a bear that turned out to be a Sylvan in the Brecilian Forest.

- He and Alistair told Leliana they were all going to jump into Lake Calenhad off the dock together, but on the count of three as Leliana leaped in, they planted their feet so she was the only one who got wet. The two slept in shifts in the same tent that night, but it was worth it.

- He once drank Oghren under the table at camp only because while the beserker downed his mug, he would throw the drink over his shoulder. Oghren admired Rylan highly after this and boasted about his defeat in good humor while the rest of the party could only bemusedly shake their heads.

- Weeks of Sten muttering to himself new names for the group in Qunlat, Rylan answered him back in the same tongue because he had an affinity for learning languages in the Circle. Similarly, when Zevran got passionate about a topic he would switch to Antivan and it took the assassin a moment to realize Rylan had been carrying a conversation in his native language.

- After the explosion of the Chantry, Hawke and Anders fled Kirkwall as fugitives and set off to find Warden-Commander Rylan; as the Champion’s long-lost relative and the man who conscripted Anders. Rylan and Zevran at the time were on the search for the cure to the Calling. When they had found the two, after pulling them into a warm hug, Rylan joked, “If YOU’RE the gay cousin, and I’M the gay cousin, who’s steering the cart?!”

Major relationships:

- Best friend: Alistair.

Alistair had become a true brother-in-arms and kindred spirit.Their shared dislike for the templar order, sense of justice, and deflecting their pain with humor forged them as fast friends. The two were seldom seen apart, commiserating their woes or pulling pranks at camp. A sound more common in the camp than the Mabari’s howls were the chortles of Rylan and Alistair.

He was there to pick the pieces of Alistair's heart when he met Goldanna and, tired of seeing his friend mistreated, chose to harden him. Rylan believed in Alistair and after Anora's betrayal - though he appreciated what she had done for the people of Ferelden - he did not trust her to rule alone. The two remained incredibly close throughout the years.

Upon finding the cure, Rylan’s first stop was to Denerim.

- Romanced: Zevran; immediate infatuation on sight.

Rylan’s first thought upon seeing him was "He's the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on." It took restraint not to brush the silky blond hair away from his would-be assassin's face. Fighting it was futile, the moments he tried Zevran only tried harder. He would attempt to keep distance by moving Alistair, Morrigan, or other party members in between them. Once, Zevran tripped himself and, while the others continued, Rylan helped the rogue who locked eyes and said, "Well, it looks like I've fallen for you, my dear Warden."

Rylan had only ever experienced superficial carnal releases in the Circle, as everyone knew love was a weapon to be used against you on a whim. He was content that sex was all it as ever going to be; like Zevran, he had known nothing else.

He had begun to dip his toes into the pool of this rogue's companionship and soon found the water had come up to his neck. It wasn't long before he was drowning in this new feeling; a painful euphoria that burned and ached in his chest. He adored the way Zev's tongue rolled over the R in his name as he moaned it and his charming sense of humor. He loved the way his hair fell across his face in the mornings and the way he arched his back against Rylan's front for more contact in the night. He enjoyed the sensation of his thumb gently massaging circles into the flat Zev’s ear. He began to see signs of reciprocation when Zevran's usually lustful sidelong glances softened at their corners as he looked on in longing instead.

Having come to terms with his own feelings, when Zevran offered the earring, Rylan initially declined unless it meant something real. The second time the earring was given, after Zevran had reconciled the sincerity of his feelings, Rylan reached to place a comforting hand on the assassin's shoulder. He clumsily lost his balance and tipped forward. Zev's quick reflexes failed him as he tried to catch his partner, who fell down to one knee and spoke softly, "Well, it looks like I have fallen for you, my dear Crow." Zevran laughed heartily and pulled Rylan up to share a passionate kiss. The next day, Rylan had a sore ear and a soaring heart as he wore the earring with pride.

Once the battle of the Archdemon was won, the two were inseparable. Aside from quick forays and jobs that took Zevran across Thedas, he always returned to his Warden and dutifullly traveled with him to find a cure for his Calling.

Dark Ritual: Performed.

Rylan was incredibly conflicted over this decision. Morrigan's confession came like a physical blow to his stomach. He knew he could never ask Alistair to do this; as a bastard himself, per Morrigan's pact and their distaste for each other, it would mean forcing him to sire what he hated being himself.

Rylan had never thought of siring a child, never dreamt it or wanted it. He saw what happened to babies born from the Circle and as a gay man his only course of action would have been adoption - and the Templars barely let mages have autonomy of themselves, let alone their children.

It seemed initially like an easy decision: sex in order to save your life, even if it was with a woman. However, it wasn't just sex. He would be fathering a child - a child whose mother explicitly forbade his involvement. He would be forced to abandon his own child, one he never anticipated, but would exist nonetheless.

He thought then to Zevran, the man he loved and who loved him in return. He knew to save the heart of his beloved, he had to do this. Thoughts of the babe plagued him after the battle. He searched high and low for Morrigan's trail after things in Amaranthine had settled. His goal was to get closure from his friend who had stolen away immediately after the Archdemon was felled. He let her go, in the end. She did not need him around, he would not have gone; he wished her and their son all the luck in the world.

For years, Rylan would write letter upon letter and Zevran would watch as he crumpled each with a mixture of frustration and regret. Ten years had passed, Leliana and Zevran reignited communication through dealings with the Inquisition. Business aside, she sent word that a familiar apostate graced Skyhold with a strapping young lad, who though well-behaved, had a familiarly mischievous glint in his eye. Attached to the correspondence was a sketch of the boy. Without a word, for none could encapsulate the myriad of thoughts on the subject of his son, he placed the drawing in a locket Zevran had snatched off a target long past. Rylan never went without it again.

#personal #i have....a lot of feelings about my warden clearly #dragon age oc #dragon age #zevran arainai #alistair theirin #rylan amell #warden oc #leliana #morrigan #hawke #anders #long post

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samgtt700 · 4 years

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The Will of Time

Chapter Two

Kamilah x MC

Chapter One

Lysimachus stared at the rising morning sun, carrying some fish back towards camp for breakfast. He glanced at Alice’s tent before entering his own. Preparing the fish before setting it above the fire to cook. Feeling the warmth on his back, closing his eyes and enjoying it. Knowing he wouldn’t feel this at peace for sometime to come.

“Morning.” Alice glanced at the sun, feeling the warm buzz she had missed for so long. The sun on her skin, remembering all those trips to the beach as a teenager. A small smile spreading.

“Your awake.” Lysimachus stood. “I have breakfast. It’s not a feast-“

“I’m sure fish you caught will be fine.” Alice walked over, sitting beside him. Unsure how long she could sit in the sun but would enjoy it for as long as possible.

“How did-”

“It’s not like there is a shop nearby to purchase fish from.” Alice snorted, covering her mouth. “I’m so sorry.”

Lysimachus shook his head before sitting back down. Handing Alice one of the cooked fish. “We’ll head off after this.”

Alice nodded. Digging in, doing her best to pee the skin before eating. Grimacing and swallowing down her vomit when she saw Lysimachus eat the fin. “Oh god.” She put her closed hand in front of her mouth, she turned away. “Eat the damn fish. You need food.” She told herself, though wasn’t entirely sure if it was for her morale or for the grumbling in her stomach.

Lysimachus saw Alice go paler. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Alice insisted. Picking at the fish.

“Not a fan of fish?”

“We don’t eat the parts you ate.” Alice answered honestly.

“Oh.” Lysimachus nodded. Putting down what was left of his fish. “It’s considered a delicacy here.”

“Hmm.” Alice had enough. “I can’t eat anymore. Fish is not my favourite meal.”

“It’s not for everyone.” Lysimachus smiled. “My sister prefers goat. I pray to the goat lords they’ll hide from my sister just to annoy her.”

Alice softly chuckled. “I think you’ll win.” Remembering Kamilah’s complaint about goat in the future. “We don’t really eat goats where I’m from.”

“Do not tell her that when you meet.” Lysimachus laughed. “I think she’ll have you tossed from the palace.”

“No. I think she’ll ask me a thousand strange questions.” Alice cleaned her hands on her dress. “Shall we? We need to get moving.”

Lysimachus stood. Picking up his blade. Walking to his horse. Preparing it for the journey ahead. “You know how to ride a horse?”

“Sort of.” Alice hadn’t ridden in years but backed herself to remember quickly.

Lysimachus glanced at her, watching Alice pat the mane. “Sort of isn’t really an answer.”

“It’s been a while.” Alice admitted. “But I’ll remember.”

“Better. But you just need to hold on.” Lysimachus insisted. Climbing up before offering his hand. “We only have one horse.”

Alice grabbed his hand. Lysimachus yanking her up in front of him. His hand resting on her abdomen. “I’m sure the two of us will be cosy.”

“Not too cosy.” Alice glanced at his smirk. Kamilah did not tell her Lysimachus was a shameless flirt, something they would be having a conversation about when she got back.

Lysimachus’s soft laugh pierced her ear, “not too cosy. You have loyalty. A fine sentiment.”

“Maybe down the road I will tell you more.” Alice had to be careful. She wasn’t sure about the rules of time travel and all the different movies had different explanations. She would have a hell of a story when she eventually got back, if she got back at all.

“You okay?” Lysimachus asked. Noting her grimace.

“Just got a lot on my mind. I’ll be fine.” Alice answered in her usual bubbly tone, putting on a brave front. She couldn’t let her guard down. Whilst she could trust him, she could not trust anyone else for the moment.

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Alice pulled the reins on the horse. “Everything-”Lysimachus stopped with a small smile when he saw the awe in Alice’s eyes. “First time in Alexandria?”

Alice nodded. Staring in awe, in sheer joy at seeing the homeland of her wife. “This is everything she told me.” She couldn’t help but smile. Wide and proud. “I wanted her to show me.” She wiped a few tears away. The twisting in her gut couldn’t take away from this moment but she missed her home. This was foreign, so far away from her element. New York at night, her youth centre packed with eager people wanting to meet her, so many opportunities to help those around her.

Lysimachus pressed his hand to her shoulder. Having no judgment, seeing how difficult it was for her to be apart from her loved ones. Understanding easily. “You must love her very much.”

“I miss her. We’ve barely been apart since we met.” Alice admitted. “She would be worried.”

“Then I suspect she will be trying to find you.” Lysimachus small smile did not go unnoticed.

“You have that same calming effect.” Alice squeezed his hand. The warm sun on her skin still not burning her, unsure if it was because of her encounter with Rheya’s powers all this years ago causing it. She had never tried to test herself in the sun, not willing to risk it. “Come on. We can’t let me watch this all day. I have to get home. And home is through Alexandria, someone will have answers for me.”

Lysimachus nodded. Leading the horse through the main gates. The guards giving him a curt nod. “My cousin is in the city.”

“How do you know?”

“Triple the guards. She’s very protective. Considering Rome.” Lysimachus explained.

Alice softly chuckled. “Cleopatra by any chance?”

“Yes.”

Alice saw the palace ahead. The sand path filled with travellers, nobility and merchants all bringing gifts. “All for Cleopatra?”

“Yes. She’s considered the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.”

“She isn’t.” Alice chuckled. “She’s just the most powerful.”

“Power is beauty to my cousin.” Lysimachus admired Alice. “You are so different to what I expected.” His gaze lingering on the back of her head before trailing down to her brand. She hadn’t told him what it represented but he intended to find out. This mysterious woman intrigued him, she was capable of fighting evident by her quick capture of the Roman spy. Lysimachus dismounted, grabbing Alice by the waist and pulling her down. “Stay behind me and bow whenever I do.”

Alice nodded. Sticking close. Seeing slaves, swallowing hard knowing she definitely wasn’t home anymore or how Kamilah disliked having free internships, insisting all who work for her be paid fairly. Understanding why now when she saw how poorly some were treated by guards.

Lysimachus walked up the steps into the palace. Seeing servants and slaves scurry about preparing for tonight’s feast. “You will be my guest tonight.” He turned. Glancing at her outfit. “You’ll need something more appropriate.” He led her into a large throne room. The gold shimmering off the morning sun.

Alice slowed down. Admiring everything, understanding Kamilah’s style so much more now. “Hmm...” tilting her head when she saw a painting of several women on the wall. Realising quickly what it was. “Oh...” turning away with a small blush.

“It’s quite eye opening.” Lysimachus smirked. His eyes gleaming with mischief.

Alice shook her head. “I- it’s giving me a better understanding of my spouse.”

“Spouse?”

“I’m not explaining.” Alice passed him. Turning back and slapping his arm. “Come on.”

Lysimachus nodded. Leading her up to the chair front and centre. “Cousin.” He bowed his head. Alice doing the same. Seeing her powerful smile, seeming to enjoy watching people bow before her. It reminded her of Rheya, straightening up. A shiver down her back.

“Lysimachus. You return early. Not alone.” Cleopatra addressed him. Looking pointedly at Alice who fidgeted, leaning back on her hand. A smirk on her face. “She isn’t like your usual- what was it you called them. Your conquests?”

Alice coughed into her hand. “I have no intentions of being one of his conquests. I am already taken.”

“Has he told you about tonight?” Cleopatra wickedly gleamed.

“A royal feast?” Alice said.

Cleopatra ushered Lysimachus to come closer with her hand. “You know my rule on your guests?”

“She helped me gather information on Roman movements. Her only request was to see a priestess in Alexandria on her spiritual matter.” Lysimachus smiled. “I invited her tonight. Thought you could use some entertainment.”

“Of course you did.” Cleopatra sighed. “Your sister is here. Her usual cheery self.” Alice smirked. Cleopatra noticed her smirk. “Do you know something about my dear cousin you want to enlighten us with?”

Alice froze briefly before composing herself. “Just that the grumpy type exterior isn’t always what it seems.”

“Well here’s your chance to put it to the test.” Cleopatra stood. “Kamilah.” She called out behind Alice.

Alice turned. A small smile spreading so easily. Locking eyes with Kamilah, her brown eyes glowing back. Neither of them moved for the briefest of moments, Alice biting her lower lip. “Kamilah.” She spoke softly. Taking a step forward and admiring her look. So different to the woman she shared her life with. Having not faced hardship, loss, betrayal and wars yet. An innocence to her. But her body, eyes told the same story they always had, there was much pleasure to be had. Alice’s eyes glancing over her outfit but turning to cough into her hand, covering up her reddened face.

“Cleopatra.” Kamilah stopped beside Alice and her brother, bowing to Cleopatra. “Lysimachus.” She nudged him with her elbow. “What trouble did you bring us?”

“Nothing I cannot handle.” Lysimachus smirked. Kamilah casting her gaze over Alice, seeing her properly up close for the first time.

“Hmm.” Kamilah turned back to Cleopatra. “Everything for The Bacchanalia is prepared.”

“Bacchanalia?” Alice realised what tonight really was. “Your hosting a Bacchanalia?!”

“Yes. Have you been to one?” Kamilah asked. Arching her brow, locking eyes with Alice.

Alice swallowed hard under Kamilah’s heated gaze. “Once. It’s-“ Alice didn’t want to talk about it. “I know what happens.”

“Good.” Kamilah answered, glaring at her brother. “In future. My twin brother will tell his guests when a royal feast is actually a Bacchanalia.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” Alice brushed them off. “Is there a room I can freshen up after my journey.”

“Kamilah can escort you. Dear cousin. Don’t break her.” Cleopatra ordered. “Lysimachus. Please take your report to my general. He has a war to fight.”

“Yes cousin.” Lysimachus approached Alice, gently touching her elbow. “I will see you tonight. Looking forward to seeing what you wear.” He winked before briskly departing.

Kamilah rolled her eyes. “Follow me.” She led Alice upstairs to a small set of double doors, opening them up. Revealing a lavish guest chambers. “Wow.” Alice put her bag down on the bed. Kamilah watching Alice with intrigue.

“My first apartment back home is smaller than this room.” Alice softly chuckled.

Kamilah eyed up her bag, “you not nobility?”

“No.” Alice answered.

“I doubt you’ve seen such fine things. Or had an audience with our queen.”

“I’ve got a queen.” Alice smiled, whispering to herself. “She’s mine, and I’m hers.” Her hand tracing a path over the wall, knowing one day this would not exist. It would all but be a memory. She turned and saw Kamilah looking through her bag. “Couldn’t help yourself.”

Kamilah stopped. “I have to protect my brother. Your not the first woman who he thought-“

“Your brother and I will never happen.” Alice softly chuckled. “It would be very hard to explain.”

“Your very odd.”

“I’m not from here. Where I’m from. Is so different.” Alice walked back over. Closing her bag. “All you need to know. Is that I’m not going to hurt you.”

Kamilah stood abruptly. “How do you know that?”

“I just do. You have to trust me. I know it’s not easy for you but I know your cousin doesn’t do much with her life.” Alice wasn’t very subtle. “Though hopefully this Bacchanalia doesn’t end with a massacre.”

“Cleopatra doesn’t do much with her life?”

“Long story short. Cleopatra isn’t much remembered in history. Rome is.”

“Rome is everywhere. I fear our days in charge are numbered.” Kamilah walked over to the balcony. It felt easy to talk to this stranger, a strange feeling she couldn’t quite shake.

“There will be challenges but I’m certain you’ll overcome them.” Alice didn’t want to say more. “My outfit for tonight? Or this-“ she gestured to her dress.

“In the closet. Something will fit you.” Kamilah walked over to the double doors, glancing back at Alice. Their eyes meeting, Kamilah rolling her eyes before departing.

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Kamilah managed to escape, unsure what his intentions were. She grasped her side, a large cut seeping through her blouse, the one of many grievous wounds. “Damn it.” Kamilah leaned against a building, pulling out her phone and dialling Lily. “Lily. I need a ride, now. Central park. Ten minutes. Don’t be late and bring someone with you.” Kamilah hung up. Pressing forward to Central Park, needing to find Alice. She saw Lily waiting with a member of her clan, falling to her knees when she finally crossed the street, her legs giving out, her bloodied hand pressed against the cold ground.

“Kamilah!” Lily spotted Kamilah. Sprinting over, putting an arm around her side. “What happened?”

“Ambush.” Kamilah breathed hard, everything a struggle. “I need blood.”

“Where’s Alice?”

“I’m not sure. He threw her through a portal.” Kamilah stood with the help of Lily, her arm around Lily’s shoulder. “Whoever attacked me is still out there.”

“Let’s get you back to the Den, patch you up and work out what happened.” Lily pulled Kamilah back to the car, getting her in. “I need to make a few phone calls.”

“No. The airport. We need my plane.” Kamilah groaned, hand pressed to her worse wound, trying to stem the flow of blood.

“We need to track him. He can’t ambush us again.”

“I will. But do you have any idea where Alice went?” Lily asked, offering a bloodbag.

“No.” Kamilah sighed. grabbing the blood bag, feeling her wounds stitching back together slowly. “He spoke as if he had been wronged by me in the past.” it confused her, why would anyone hunt her now. Knowing what she did for humanity in recent years. The supernatural world was merged with the human world. “Do you think you can get my private jet ready for us? I think a few old friends might be able to help me.”

“Where we going girl? Please be somewhere nice!” Lily exclaimed excitedly. jumping up and down a little.

“New Orleans.”

The hooded man watched from the darkness as Kamilah and Lily boarded her private jet, opening a portal behind him. “New Orleans is too guarded. I need to go back to your mortal days. When you were helpless.”

Chapter Three

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wiener-soldiers · 4 years

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operation omega - naked (iii)

summary: years after the avengers dismantle HYDRA, the group remerges more dangerous than ever. their modus operandi? infiltrating foreign governments, stealing and reproducing their weapons, and selling them to terrorist groups. when the us government approaches the avengers for help on a secret operation with a secret asset, they are reluctant to agree. it isn’t until their quinjet almost gets shot down in the middle of nowhere when the understand that omega means business.

pairing: bucky barnes x SEAL!reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: mild sexual tension, they’re kinda all naked

a/n: this is still exposition haha. also i barely edited this

taglist: add yourself here!

OPERATION OMEGA MASTERLIST

Omega, Bucky quickly learned, was nothing like the Avengers.

They weren’t independent, rather they were the collective asset of the allied nations.

They weren’t public figures, rather nearly no one knew they existed except for the people who can directly order them to go on missions.

They didn’t really have private lives; they were stationed at their base for months on end and were only allowed back home for a few weeks at a time.

And most noticeably, they weren’t superheroes, but they were badasses.

Omega had ex-Navy SEALs, Green Berets, Delta Force, CIA, and Air Force. Everyone on the Avengers, including the enhanced, were pretty intimidated by the lineup.

Bucky also noticed how they were all much more like a family. Not like the Avengers-dysfunctional-type family, but one that actually cares. He notices that despite prepping for missions, they still have happy hour on Friday night, movie night on Saturday night, and they actually enjoy training with one another.

One minor thing Bucky also noticed is how little clothes they all wear.

He honestly shouldn’t be that surprised. Though being in army camps seemed like a lifetime ago, something about the atmosphere screamed the lack of necessity for shirts.

And honestly, who wouldn’t want to show off how fit they all were?

The first instance he realized this fact was when he was in the medical wing to get his physical. Captain Y/N insisted that all the Avengers go in for a physical exam done by their in-house doctor, Dr. Marge Dean—who also happened to be an ex-Green Beret and CIA operative—just in case there were health issues that needed to be fixed before they went in the field.

Bucky’s appointment with Dr. Dean was scheduled for noon, but he got there five minutes before. Knocking softly on the door, a soft female voice said, “It’s open” before he pushed his way inside.

Dr. Marge Dean wasn’t alone in the room. Sergeant Dominick Stone, ex-Air Force pilot, was also there. He sat on the exam table across from Dr. Marge with his right hand heavily wrapped. The duo looked up at him and offered him a smile. He tries to ignore the fact that Dr. Marge was wearing nothing but short track shorts and a sports bra and Dominick was wearing nothing but boxers. If they’re comfortable with each other, then it can’t be that bad, Bucky tells himself.

“Afternoon. Doc, Sergeant,” Bucky nods at both of them, returning a smile.

“Please, James. Call me Marge,” Marge tells him softly as she finishes wrapping Dominick’s hand. “My abuella’s a doctor. I grew up with everyone calling her Doc, I guess I just haven’t gotten used to people calling people me that yet either,” she giggles softly.

Bucky smiles at her, “Marge it is.”

“I would shake your hand,” Dominick says as he hops off the exam table and waves his bandaged hand in the air, “but it’s a little hard right now.”

Bucky chuckles, “Don’t worry about it, Sarge. What happened?”

Dominick sighs and Marge chuckles as she cleans her equipment, prepping for Bucky’s physical exam. “It’s stupid,” the Sergeant sighs.

“Oh come on,” Marge starts, “I think it’s funny, Sarge.”

Dominick sighs, “I was sharpening my knife and I accidentally cut my hand really deeply.”

“A combat knife?” Bucky asks curiously.

Dominick sighs, “A kitchen knife.”

Marge bursts into another fit of giggle before patting the exam table, signalling to Bucky that she’s ready to start his exam. “Dom’s Ma is from Ghana. The first time we went home for our break, his Ma gave him the family fried rice recipe. He makes it for us every week,” Marge starts as she starts Bucky’s physical. He surprised at how calm she acts around his metal arm; whether it’s a telltale sign of a good doctor or a good person, Bucky doesn’t really care—the simple action allow Bucky to trust her.

“I was sharpening the kitchen knives because no one in this damn place will do it—”

“You said you found it relaxing, so we let you do it!”

“And I was distracted for a second and my hand slipped,” Dominick rolled his eyes and gestures to his hand again. “It’s not big deal. No stitches needed; I’ll be good in no time.”

Marge finishes monitoring Bucky’s breathing and moves on to taking his blood pressure. “All those extra bandages are just to make him feel better,” she jokes.

Bucky takes a deep breath, allowing his walls to come down a bit. “Well, Sarge, I’d love to try it sometime,” Bucky says with a smile that reaches his eyes. “Ya know, after your hand has healed an all,” he adds an on, jokingly.

Sergeant Dominick grins, “I go by Dom.”

“Fair enough. I go by Bucky.”

The second instance he realized the unspoken, no-clothes policy was later that week. That morning marked the second week that the Avengers were working with Omega. Slowly, they were fitting in with their new partners. Despite looking crazily similar, Bucky’s hunch that Steve and Jack may want to one-up each other was proven false. Steve and Jack bonded surprisingly fast from their shared interests in history, art, and their war experiences. Wanda got along really well with Dr. Marge as soon as the two girls realized they both had a passion for cooking and baking. Natasha got along with Second Lieutenant Abigail Lee, the resident engineer and ex-Green Beret weapons specialist, as soon as Natasha found out that Abigail loved stand-up specials as much as she did. Clint and Sam got along really well Sergeant John McBueller after drunkenly one night, John taught the two how to salsa the same way his mother taught him how to when he was younger. Tony gets along with the ever-so-clumsy Sergeant Dom because Dom is secretly a nerd about everything about the Iron Man suit and Tony thinks Dom is like a younger version of Rhodey.

The unlikely group of friends found themselves in the kitchen that morning. The ex-military individuals were still used to a waking up early so their training sessions normally takes place before breakfast, whereas the Avengers training sessions normally took place later at night, as the team is full of insomniacs.

Bucky, Steve, Tony, Clint, and Sam sat in the kitchen that morning. Tony was tinkering with a new gadget Bucky couldn’t even begin to comprehend, Steve was hunched over a tablet analyzing reports, Clint was looking over flight logistics, and Sam was switching his attention between sipping his coffee and making breakfast for everyone.

Bucky’s attention was concentrated at the laptop in front of him where he was analyzing old Avengers briefs for HYDRA missions. A fit of chatter take his attention away from the laptop. Salsa-dancing John McBueller and Dr. Marge walked into the kitchen, easy chatter flowing between them. His eyes widened at their wardrobe, John was wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and Marge only sported a sports bra with her leggings, sweat dripping off the both of them.

In comparison, every Avenger was very clothed.

“Morning guys,” John called out, following Marge into the kitchen. Marge busied herself by making a protein shake for her and John, not noticing the stares both her and John were getting.

“Morning…” the Avengers mumbled.

“John you want banana in your shake?” Marge asked, not giving a care in the world.

“Hmm, yeah sure. Also, can you add peanut butter too?” John responses, easily as care-free.

“Are you guys always like this?” Tony asks, baffled at how casual they are.

“What?” Marge and John ask at the same time. Bucky chuckles at his expression.

“This…naked,” Tony says bluntly.

Another loud chuckle is heard down the hall and Dom and Abigail enter the kitchen next. The corner of Bucky’s mouth quirks upwards as soon as Tony’s eyes widen even more. Abigail was wearing nothing but a swimsuit and a flannel to cover up, her hair still wet from the laps she swam in the lake that morning. Unlike John, Dom was wearing a shirt, but his dripping wet swim trunks and open flannel—with nothing on underneath, to add—made his attire barely passible.

“Jesus, is your dress code basically nothing?” Tony remarks. He wasn’t surprised that every member of the Omega team was absolutely shredded. He was used to it in fact, as it usually isn’t surprising for Steve or Bucky or Sam to walk around shirtless. He was just surprised about the bluntness the Omega team had.

“Morning,” Bucky hears a final mumble. The group in the kitchen turns towards the sleepy voice; it was Y/N with Jack trailing into the kitchen behind her. Though he was used to seeing his new teammates so naked, his eyes widened at the sight of her. She wore nothing but pajama shorts and a lacy bralette. Jack shuffled in behind her, wearing nothing but boxers. Jack gently put a green flannel around her shoulders and Y/N mumbled a thanks.

“Sorry we woke up late and missed training. Pulled an all-nighter analyzing more intel and I didn’t realize I missed training,” Y/N mumbles.

“Jesus Christ, you guys are shameless. I dig it,” Tony says, mostly to himself.

Bucky can’t help but feel his cheeks heat up at the sight of Y/N. He normally was fine around naked girls. He was nowhere near the level of confident as he was when he was younger, but we was rarely flustered at the sight of one. He really tried not to stare, but the view of Y/N in nothing but comfy clothes wrapped around a flannel, laughing softly at something someone said over a cup of coffee was something that made Bucky’s stomach flip.

Oh, fuck. She’s so beautiful, Bucky thinks.

Bucky hears a soft chuckle behind him. He tilts his view backwards and sees Wanda (he isn’t exactly sure when she woke up and made her way to the kitchen) smirking at him. His eyes widen, Stop reading my mind, asshole.

Wanda’s smirk only widens.

Early the next morning, Bucky woke in a cold sweat. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as he looked around the unfamiliar surroundings before he slowly realized that we was in the Omega bunker, not his room at the Avengers’ tower.

Fucking nightmare, he sighs. His metal arms cramps, a symptom of the Phantom Limb Syndrome that he feels every now and then, especially after he has a nightmare. Bucky sighs and glances at the time: 5:11 AM.

He decided that sleep is so far behind him at this point, so Bucky rolls out of bed, pulls on a pair of workout shorts, and trudges out of the room.

As soon as he walks out into the hallway, the goosebumps on his bare bake perk up. Still, Bucky continues trudging towards the kitchen. He starts a pot of coffee and digs around the fridge for some food.

“Bucky?” someone calls out to him, startling him. He tries to lift his head out of the fridge, but he accidentally hits his head.

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing the back of his head.

“Shit!” the voice calls behind him and he feels to warm hands wrap around his neck. “Are you okay?”

Bucky turns around and face Y/N, who’s hands are still on his neck. Bucky can’t help but notice that she’s wearing nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants. He gulps and trains his eyes on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. No biggie,” he says weakly.

Y/N smiles softly, letting her hands fall. “What’re you doing up?” she asks softly, side-stepping around him to grab a banana from the counter.

Bucky exhales softly, hoping his breath isn’t shaky. “Nightmare,” he states bluntly, too tired to lie.

Her eyebrow raises, “Oh?”

“It was about, uh…how I lost my arm,” he says quietly, not meeting her eyes. “The dreams, I’m used to. It’s the pain from Phantom Limb Syndrome that usually wakes me up.”

“Biofeedback,” Y/N says simply.

“I’m sorry?”

“Talk to Tony about adding biofeedback and haptics to your metal arm so you can feel touch in that arm again,” Y/N responds, stepping closer to him. She reaches out for Bucky’s metal palm and drags a finger down it. Bucky doesn’t flinch; he knows what the feeling is supposed to feel like but it pains him that he can’t feel it. “I read an article talking about how biofeedback helped some patients overcome their Phantom Limb Syndrome…” she trails off, hoping she didn’t make it awkward.

“Thank you,” Bucky says sincerely, searching her eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Y/N doesn’t say anything, but the comforting look in her tired eyes say it all, you’re welcome.

Bucky continues to make his coffee and a breakfast omelette while Y/N sits at the island silently, eating her banana and observing him. It was 5:30 AM already, meaning she should have been out the door and starting her run. Instead, she watches how his back muscles contract as he cuts vegetable combined with the soft mechanical whir of his metal arm to create a mesmerizing scene.

Bucky speaks up, snapping her out of her trance, “What about you? What’re you doing up?”

“I normally go on a run right now,” she told him, casting her gaze towards his face. She notices how his unkempt hair dangles in front of his eyes and how she do desperately got the urge to push the hair out of his face to stare into his eyes.

“Don’t let me stop you then,” Bucky jests.

Y/N smiles at him, “Didn’t feel like it today. I like going on runs because it’s calming. Sitting here and watching you cook, it’s also…calming.”

Bucky had nothing to say to that, surprised by her honestly. Y/N is equally as surprised and hopes she didn’t make it weird. Apparently, she hasn’t because moments later, Bucky slides a serving of omelette for her as well.

“Thank you,” Y/N mumbles before digging in.

“Don’t mention it,” Bucky replies with kind eyes.

They eat in silence. Not an uncomfortable one, but a perfectly, intentionally quiet one—like if one of them spoke, it would ruin the calming and intimate emotion draped over the kitchen.

They both finish their meals and clean up the dishes. As Bucky is about to round the corner and head back into his room, Y/N calls out, “I would love to run with you, if you want.”

Bucky pauses mid-step and glances back at her, waiting for her to continue.

“There’s this trail that I made when we first moved here. It leads to a beautiful rock formation and a waterfall. I run there every morning,” Y/N gushed out. Bucky fully turned to look at her this time. “You’re welcome to join, if you want.”

Bucky smiles at her.

Bucky got a long really well with Captain Y/N Y/L/N after their quiet morning breakfast and confessions. Waking up to run with her is what make Bucky excited to wake up every morning.

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somepinkthing · 5 years

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untitled fic: jin ling finds the remnants of the camps part II

[part 1]

“Jin Ling? Sizhui and Jingyi told me you were here! What’s up, did you miss me?” Wei Wuxian chirped, bouncing over to where Jin Ling was kneeling.

“What are you doing kneeling outside the jingshi? Did you do something bad?”

Jin Ling shook his head childishly.

Wei Wuxian’s voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper, “Did you upset Jingyi again? Don’t worry, don’t worry. Your great, fantastic, beautiful uncle will help you smooth it over. Now, tell me, what did you do? You run your mouth again?”

Wei Wuxian’s babble immediately stopped upon seeing Jin Ling’s face.

“Jin Ling?” he asked.

“Where,” Jin Ling paused to lick his impossibly dry lips. He couldn’t remember if he’d drank anything yet today and he didn’t really care if he hadn’t.

“Where’s Wen Ning? I need to talk to him.”

Jin Ling always knew Wei Wuxian to be an incredibly expressive person. He often wondered how he’d ever managed to fool so many people for so long with how he wore every single emotion he had all over his entire body. For example, the second Jin Ling finished speaking, Wei Wuxian’s entire person sagged. Jin Ling could read resignation, upset, and a bone deep sadness that often trailed in Wei Wuxian’s shadow but rarely managed to overtake him like this.

One look at his shijiu and Jin Ling knew that he knew exactly what this was about.

He knew, jiujiu knew, all of his sect seemed to know.

So it was just stupid little Jin Ling that was left in the dark again, huh?

“Jin Ling, come inside. Tell me what happened. I-I’ll answer any questions you have, just come in and get warmed up first.”

---

Jin Ling told Wei Wuxian everything over tea. He would have thought he’d be reluctant to but the words just came tumbling out. He hadn’t really slept for the past week, he had barely eaten. Honestly, just saying it and seeing Wei Wuxian nod along was a relief. At least it helped him feel he wasn’t crazy. At least someone seemed willing to acknowledge what he’d seen.

“I see. So they had buried them there....”

“Buried them?! Buried who?!” Jin Ling yelled, finally losing his patience, “Who are they? Why are they there?!”

Wei Wuxian sighed.

“Jin Ling, you already know. Please don’t make me say it. Don’t make me tell you.”

Jin Ling could hear the despair in Wei Wuxian’s voice. Usually, he’d know to stop pushing there. He hated to hear it and, usually, it wasn’t a topic he was willing to push. But not this time. This time he’d found mass graves right at his doorstep.

He deserved to know. He should have been told!

His sect elders should have answered him.

His jiujiu should have written back to him by now.

Everyone should have warned him.

“Tell me. You promised to tell me. I’ve pegged you for a lot, Wei Wuxian, but I never pegged you as someone who went back on their word!”

Wei Wuxian let out a slight chuckle.

“Always with the dramatics,” he muttered, “One little thing doesn’t go your way and you’re throwing such a tantrum? You really are your uncle’s student.”

He shook his head and poured them both some more tea.

“Alright, Sect Leader Jin. You have a point. I said what I said. Ask me anything and I will answer.”

Jin Ling opened his mouth, only to snap it shut again. What could he ask? Where did he start? He had a million questions. The bodies, sure, but Wei Wuxian was right. He already knew who they were. But why so many? Why were they there? Why were some of them so obviously farmers? Why children? Why did they have to die? Why wasn’t Jin Ling told?

So many questions and each one lead straight to another one.

“Tell me everything--everything from your point of view. What happened during the Sunshot Campaign? Why were those bodies there? Why did I never hear about that battle? Why... why children?”

Wei Wuxian froze.

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

“There’s a lot. A lot of context to explain too.”

“I want to hear it.”

He had to hear it. He had to know.

Wei Wuxian shook his head. He hopped to his feet and sauntered over to the window.

“Ah, you there!” he motioned to one of the disciples passing by, “Bring Sect Leader Jin some more refreshments, will you? And tell Lan Zhan to give us some time alone. We might be here a while...”

---

And so, We Wuxian started to speak.

---

“I never heard of grandmother being like this. Jiujiu only ever tells me she was the strongest woman he’s ever known.”

“You were bothering Hanguang-jun from that early on, huh? What the hell did he see in you?”

“Father said what about mother?”

“You-you! Shameless! You pulled off Hanguang-jun’s headband?! In front of everyone? Before you were even courting? You basically stole his-his. And in public too. I can’t believe you! He didn’t kill you?”

“My father stood up for the girl with you? He did that? And none of you even had your swords...”

“I’ve seen the Xuanwu’s skull, you braggart. I know for a fact it wasn’t that big, stop bullshitting me!”

“Su She shot you? What an ungrateful--!”

“You really did break that promise. Jiujiu must have been heartbroken...”

“Wen Chao... It was all his fault....”

“You gave jiujiu your what?!”

“You were really in there that long? So that’s how you gained so much resentful energy. The Burial Mounds...”

“That’s... that’s a little too much, isn’t it? Even if it was Wen Chao...”

“Stygian Tiger Seal. No one ever told me it was used to win the war before it was, well...”

“How did you manage to mistake Hanguang-jun for a shy maiden? Even if you couldn’t see, shouldn’t it have been obvious?.... What!? Your first kiss? That late? With your shamelessness? Even I’ve been kissed already! N-Not that it’s any of your business!”

“Father....that’s so humiliating....”

“Wen Qing sounds nice. Um, for a Wen that is..... SHUT UP! Don’t speculate about my type!”

“C-camps? What kind of camps?”

“Wen Ning died like that? You’re lying, he died in battle. Right?!”

“Why did you leave the sect? Why didn’t you ask jiujiu for help? It couldn’t have hurt to ask!”

“Did you two really have to go at it that hard? I know, you had to make it believable. Still...”

“Mother in a wedding gown... I would have loved to see her. I bet she was beautiful.”

“They sound nice. For Wens, I mean.”

“They attacked you while you were unarmed? With that many men? Was Jin Zixun really that dishonorable a man? Everyone told me he was a great warrior.”

“My gift...”

“Father...”

“Wen Qing.... Wen Ning....”

“The Nightless City Conference wasn’t the pact conference, that came after your attack. Grandfather gave his word and jiujiu wouldn’t just agree to attack you just like that. And you threw the first blow anyways, not us. You’re mixing things up again... aren’t you?”

“Did you really think you could stop all of the sects then and there? What were you hoping to accomplish?!”

“M-mother...”

“He attacked 33 of his own sect members? But the punishment for that is--!”

“T-they killed everyone? Everyone everyone? Even the old lady? My grandfather really ordered that?”

“Why can’t you tell me what happened to the child? Can you at least tell me if they made it? Are they okay? Do you know?”

“Everyone always told me jiujiu landed the final blow. I guess, now that I think about it, Jiujiu never once confirmed that for me. He doesn’t like to talk about it, you know. That siege is basically a taboo at Lotus Pier, everyone’s afraid to mention it. I asked him about it once and he made me kneel in the ancestral hall for a whole night.”

---

“--and now you know everything,” Wei Wuxian finished, “Well, everything I can tell you. Remember that this is just my version, Jin Ling. Everyone’s got a different story.”

“No, they don’t.”

Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow.

“Sure they do?”

“No!” Jin Ling roared, “They don’t! They don’t all have different stories! Everyone, for my whole life, has only ever told me one version! Their version! One lie! And, like some stupid child, I believed them! I never questioned them, I never asked. And now I have all those damn bodies that I can’t even ignore! What am I supposed to do with that? What does any of that mean? Why didn’t anyone just tell me the truth?!”

Jin Ling started pacing angrily around the room, trying to get his feet to move as fast as his racing thoughts. They lied. They lied, they lied. they lied they lied theyliedtheyliedthey--

“Jin Ling, calm down!”

“Don’t! Don’t tell me to calm down! You don’t get to discipline me! None of you get to tell me what’s right or wrong anymore!” Jin Ling roared, rounding on his uncle.

“Why didn’t you tell me then? The rest of them were afraid to; they were ashamed, I see that now. And they should be! But what standing could you have possibly lost by telling me the truth?”

“Jin Ling, I didn’t know for sure you’d uncover any bodies!” Wei Wuxian pleaded, getting to his feet and putting his hands on his nephew’s shoulders.

“I didn’t want you to lose faith in the people around you,” he admitted with a sigh.

“Even if they never deserved my faith in the first place? Even if that meant lying to me? Why do you get to decide that for me? Why does everyone but me get to decide who deserves my faith?”

“Jin Ling, I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t even know if you’d believe me.”

“Well,” Jin Ling barked, choking off a sob, “I do. I believe you. I don’t have a choice but to believe you now. I have three pits full of fucking bodies telling me I have to believe you. Does that make you feel good?”

Wei Wuxian started to say something but Jin Ling cut him off.

“Thank you for telling me all this but where is Wen Ning? I want to talk to him after all.”

tbc? probably

also @kaialisonflame since you asked me to tag you! Thanks for enjoying!

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hellishvu · 5 years

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Imagine BTS: being sickly sweet in front of the other members

Thank you for requesting @poems-are-life!! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it (๑╹ω╹๑ )

a/n: will edit it in the morning for grammar !! <33

Kim Namjoon:

At first he would be shy to flirt with you in front of the members but you would always end up teasing him. Wether it was under the blanket that you two shared you would rest your hand on his thigh ending him to blush and lean on your shoulder.

The traditional movie nights, where all the members would come over and half the time it ended up Namjoon falling asleep. You ran your hand through his hair as you kissed the top of his forehead. The memebers looking behind them as they heard Namjoon giggle.

“Oh sorry.” Namjoon shyly said as he continued to look into your eyes as you winked at him. The members sneaking their vision on you two, as they were trying to focus on the movie but also see how cute and soft Namjoon would get with you.

“Sometimes I wonder if there are actual ghosts in real life. And if i’ll see one in my lifespan.” Namjoon confesses as the next movie was about a ghost that haunted a town. Namjoon laid his head on your lap, the rest of his body laying on the couch. Namjoon yawned as he tried to keep himself awake. Grabbing a glass of water, eating some popcorn, and taking short minute naps in between.

You checked up on him sometimes seeing his eyes close before they opened up again causing you to be shocked at first suddenly seeing his eyes open.

The members cooked cookies with the storebought kit that Jungkook bought due to him thinking it would be fun. Namjoon and you got to your cookies, seeing Namjoon drew a moon writing his name while on the other cookie it was an picture made with icing of the earth writing your name.

“The Earth can’t live without the Moon.” Namjoon says as the members told everyone to get in for a photo showing off their cookies. You had made the basic cookie with pink frosting with a heart, that had you and Namjoon’s names.

“You two are so cute, but Y/N’s icing work.” Jimin said as you playfully hit him laughing at the cookies you made.

“I tried my best, it’s about luv Jimin!” You teased him back as you and Namjoon shared the cookie.

Everyone went back to the living room, continuing the next movie on the marathon. Namjoon yawned as he drank more milk to help the cookies. You wrapped the blanket around him as you wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer.

The movie was at the end credits as you haven’t heard from Namjoon. No comments on the movie or wanting a kiss from you. You looked down to see him completely in the deep state of sleep. You saw the members realize as they all lowered their voices, tip toeing around the house as you wanted to see if he would get up on his own.

“Why don’t you sleep here for tonight? Namjoon would love it plus having you here is fun. All the time he’s like “I want Y/N to sleepover.’” Yoongi explained to you as you tried to slowly stand up as you moved Namjoon’s hand from gripping onto you. You stood up looking at him hearing little grumbles.

“Y-Y/N eh- come ba-” Namjoon groans out as he was half asleep, you bent down and grabbed him bridal style him still sleeping as you go up the stair him slightly drooling on you. Seeing the members wave at you before you two go to bed.

“Goodnight love birds!”

“Don’t fall too hard for eachother.”

“Namjoon is going to be so embrassed tomorrow.” As Namjoon doesn’t show much physically affection as this was new to you. You never seen Namjoon so clingy but you love it to pieces.

Kim Seokjin:

“It is time to.. camp!” Seokjin announced as all of them were laying on the couch. You walked in from the bathroom drying your hands as you heard bts yell.

“When was the last time you camped Y/N?” Namjoon asked as you thought about the question for a little bit before answering.

“Uh I don’t quite remember.”

Plans were made and many Walmart trips were made on the road trip either Taehyung forgot his shampoo, Yoongi forgot his pair of headphones, or many... many bathroom breaks. You waited outside of Walmart with Seokjin stretching as you had been sitting down for quite a while.

“How long does it take to buy shampoo?” Seokjin asked under his breath, adding songs to the roadtrip playlist in the meantime.

15 minutes later came by.. and Seokjin had to hug you outside of Walmart just to calm him down from tearing the entire store down. The 2 walked out each carrying 2 bags.

“I am going to let the bears get you two.” Seokjin laughed as he ran after them causing them to sprint to the car.

Back on the road, and Seokjin switched places with Hoseok to drive due to that he was getting tired. You and him were in the back as you were his personal pillow. You covered him in a blanket as he wrapped his arm around you falling asleep quickly before mumbling a “I love you”.

Everyone got to the camp site seeing the lake and the fire that was set up before hand. You grabbed the tent and spent way too much time working on it hearing Seokjin laugh at you but insisted on him helping you.

“I got this, I got this!” You said as you pulled a worried face as you turned back to the tent.

You finally built the tent showing your finished product to Seokjin flexing as you opened the door showing off that it’s fully functional.

The lake came as all the members jumped in expect Seokjin as he turned to you reaching you to hold his hand as he wanted both of you to jump in expect Jimin and Taehyung was right behind pushing you and Seokjin in causing a yelp before splashing in the water. You laughed as Seokjin splashed water on them as they jumped in causing another massive splash.

You laid on a floatie as Seokjin join you laying on your chest as you two floated. You reached out to the sun to cover yourself from going blind.

“Jack- Jack don’t leave me.” You hear Jungkook and Hoseok shake the floatie as Seokjin rose up seeing them giggle.

“Jack I’ll never let go! I’ll never let go!” Jungkook teases as Seokjin laughs before splashing water on them.

“I swear you two are the cutest.” Hoseok says as they swam away leaving you two alone once again.

Night fell and you helped Namjoon light the fire up, you found the ramen packets that Yoongi ended up getting at Walmart and you put fresh water in the pots. The chairs were set up as you counted 7 but there was 8 people. You tried to figure out a way but all of them showed up and took seats, you offered Seokjin to take the seat as you can just stand but he insisted you can sit on the chair.

“Where are you going to sit?” You asked as Seokjin slapped your thigh as he plobbed himself on your lap. Seokjin is shameless with you or with the members. He wants to show you love that he couldn’t express through on the phones when he was out late touring. Seokjin wrapped his arms around you as they all sung camp songs.

When s’mores when done cooking and you two giggled at eachothers jokes. The members took pictures of you two when you two were too busy with eachother to notice. The members could feel the love between the eyes of you two, the way you look at eachother.

Everyone settled in for the night as you crawled into the tent hearing Seokjin’s flip flops coming from a distance away, Seokjin opened the tent and you saw him holding RJ. You snickered as you pulled him in the tent causing him to yelp, before he giggled on top of you. The night was quiet and the stars shined, Seokjin always adored looking through the top of the tent to see the stars before he fell asleep. You held his hand as you whispered in his ear telling him cheesy flirts which made him snort.

“Can you two stop flirting for two seconds and let us sleep!” You two heard Yoongi yell out before you two stopped talking for seconds later to start laughing again.

Jung Hoseok:

“Hoseok I am terrified.” You pouted as Hoseok laughed holding your hand up to his lips. You smiled as he knew how to comfort you.

“I want to show off my handsome man. My boyfriend.” Hoseok’s voice turned soft as you pressed your forehead against his.

“God you’re amazing.”

“Oh I know.”

Hoseok and you walked with bts, seeing the many photographers and fansites on the side of red carpet. You fixed your tie as you held Hoseok’s hand. Hoseok knew this field like the back of his hand, he knew how to handle this type of situation.

“Stop.” You heard Hoseok say as the walk in became clear. Hoseok signaled you to go forward.

“What exactly are we doing?” You asked as Hoseok started strutting like he was in a runway pulling you, cameras immediately started flashing as you yelped.

You two posed as everyone took photos, you looked at Hoseok though, because he radiates percious energy. You saw him turn towards you as you kissed him. The whole crowd flashing their cameras.

“Did you plan this?” You asked as you posed with him a couple more times.

“Yes I wanted a big reveal for you.”

“So this is your boyfriend Hoseok? How does it feel to be his boyfriend?!” An interview on the carpet asked as you turned stunned.

“Oh, I really can’t describe it. He’s so wonderful and he’s so gorgeous. He brings peace within my heart.” You said Hoseok smile had widen when he heard about you talking about him like he was the entire world.

“Yeah, these two can’t stop being so cheesy. All the time we look at them and they are barely seen away from eachother.” Namjoon laughed as you shyly went behind Hoseok.

When you two went into the award show you sat next to Hoseok, seeing the army scream out just seeing them there. You were concerned that they would be confused of why you were there.

“Don’t worry they know.” Hoseok said as you questioned him. He showed you his phone and you saw he posted a photo of you and him back at the beach.

You and Hoseok ended up cracking jokes and acted all cute during the award show, once the awards that bts were nominated you saw Hoseok look up on that screen with his entire heart and fire in his eyes. You held his hand as you crossed your fingers.

Their name was announced as Hoseok jumped up and immediately kissed you which caused the yelling the crowd to just grow louder. Hoseok hugged you as you congratulated him as you pushed him to walk on stage with bts.

“I would like to thank ARMY, thank you I cant thank you all enough for doing this for us. I also would like to thank my boyfriend in the crowd tonight. I couldn’t imagine who I would be without him being by my side. I know bts will tease me later tonight but I love you Y/N.” Hoseok said into the mic as the group clapped bowing before getting off stage.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You frowned as tears formed as Hoseok held your hand.

“Oh trust me, he was practicing that speech with us all night last night.” Jimin said laughing ending up with Hoseok to gasp and shush him.

You ended the night with a group hug of all of them. You felt the love even if you two acted like you two were on a honeymoon.

Min Yoongi:

“Yoongi! Open the door!” You yelled on the door knocking on it twice before you hear Yoongi’s little steps. Unlocking the door and seeing your bright face you held up the flash drive with pink hearts and your initials on the black flash drive.

“My songs for you, my dear prince.” You snicker as Yoongi blushes at the name. You kissed his forehead as you gave it in the palm of his hand.

“I’m making you a song right now, but you can’t look at it yet.” Yoongi flicks your forehead as you tried to look behind him on the computer. You pull him out of the studio to grab a bite to eat, but before you went out he transferred the music to his phone so he could hear it and give you his first impressions.

Yoongi left the door unlocked as you had distracted him with your flirting that he hates but he can’t live a day without.

The members came home, they had left to go shopping nearby. Seokjin looked around for Yoongi seeing that he had bought something for him. Seokjin knocked on the door seeing the maknae line behind him since they wanted to tease Yoongi about it because they bought it for him.

“Yoongi? Are you there?” Jimin asks getting no response, Seokjin opened the door seeing the empty studio. Seokjin walks in with the 3 wanting to leave the present on his table.

“What is this?” Taehyung asks as he held up the cute flash drive and the open project on his computer. Yoongi usually doesn’t mind when they look at his music when he’s not home but he forgot to hid the flash drive as the 4 of them thought it was an unreleased album that you planned.

“Do you think we should play it?” Jimin asks as he looks at the screen of his studio. He clicks on the mouse jumping when music plays.

“The first song is called “Melody” Jungkook says as all of them stood hearing your voice. They all awed at some parts, hearing the end of the song. The next song came as they heard Namjoon in the song.

“Namjoon!” They all screamed once they heard the first verse of him. Namjoon came sprinting thinking it was an emergency.

“You’re on this? Since when?” Seokjin asked as Namjoon deeply sighed.

“Y/N asked me, he asked for help producing. He has a talent.”

“Is this a new song for us?” Taehyung asks as he clicks the audio program played the song that he was working on. The iconic “suga played faintly at the start before Yoongi rapped about love.

“Wait isn’t this about Y/N? Wait- does that mean-” They hear Yoongi and you get home, sending panic mode to all 4 of them. They hear footsteps going towards the studio as Yoongi opened the door.

“We can explain!” They all said talking over eachother. You laughed at them as Yoongi grumbled. You heard the song Yoongi was producing as Yoongi ran to the keyboard pressing pause.

“The songs were really cute!” Jimin said as Yoongi looks at you smiling. Yoongi twitches his eyebrow as you held him back laughing as all the members run out the door leaving you and him alone.

“Well, at least they thought our songs were cute.” You sat on the other chair as Yoongi sunk into his. You tilt your head as you pull his ear.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to surprise you with the song and now you know.”

“Well it’s not finished! Plus just knowing you’re my boyfriend is enough.” You pull him into a kiss as he closed his eyes.

“The songs were pure, innocent, and full of love!” Jungkook ranting about it with the other members hugging his phone dreaming about the one.

Park Jimin:

“He’s so handsome.” Jimin said as he admired the time he just had with you. Hoseok raised an eyebrow as Jimin had tilted his head.

“Why do you raise an eyebrow?”

“Pshhh... no reason.” Hoseok said as he looked down seeing a text message from you.

Y/N: i’m in love with park jimin.

All the members knew, they have been knowledged by both sides about how you two feeling about eachother. The constant gushing and the sweet more than romantic actions you two give eachother. They had seen it all, no romantic film could replicate it.

When Jimin invited you to the dorms, he would look in the mirror fixing his hair, brushing his teeth even if it was in the middle of day. Jungkook peeked in the bathroom and saw Jimin talking to himself.

“I really like you, please be my boy- No! God, Jimin that’s a bit forceful.” Jimin sighed as he looked towards the door where Jungkook was snickering behind the frame.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Jimin whined as Jungkook laughed louder.

“Jimin trust me you’ll be fine.” Jungkook fixed the loose hair from Jimin.

“He’s just so cute and special. I get it scared he won’t like me back.” Jimin said as he sprayed cologne on himself for good measures.

You knocked on the door as Namjoon answered. You were in the middle of wiping the dust off your jacket. You caught yourself as you waved at Namjoon.

“Y/N, Jimin has been waiting for you.” Namjoon smiled as you nodded walking in seeing Jimin sitting down on the couch looking gorgeous.

“O-Oh hello.” You said as you cursed yourself for Jimin making you like this. You sat down next to him, resting your hand on his thigh.

“Omg are they going to confes-” Taehyung from the kitchen saw the scene as you lifted your hand up as you felt Jimin freeze.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you look really nice today.” You said as Jimin hated nothing more then something he can’t have.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable don’t worry.” Jimin smiled as you swore you saw bts in the kitchen spying on you two.

“Well, I have to tell you something.” You said as bts covered their mouth jumping in silence. Hoping that you can confess, yes yes it’s coming.

“What is it?”

“I-I.. I brought donuts for you guys.” You picked up the bag you got from the grocery store, causing the guys to loudly sigh.

“Oh that’s nice of you.” Jimin smiled at you which ended up you getting flustered and tripping on the carpet that you couldn’t see was messed up due to the gorgeous face of Jimin.

“Oh sh-” You fell with the donuts in your hand luckily you caught yourself so you didn’t splash into the donuts.

“Holy shit he fell he fucking fell!” Yoongi quietly yelled as they saw Jimin bend down to your level. Jungkook and Taehyung trying to not laugh.

“You have some jelly on your face.” Jimin giggled as he wipped it with his finger licking it afterwards leaving you weak to get up on your feet.

“Well that ruins the donuts.” You said as Jimin laughed pushing you playfully.

“We can just eat them, it’s not like they will know.” Jimin sat on the carpet you saw him sit closer to you. Turning on the tv, you saw a movie that was a love story. You two opened the donuts with the very much squished donuts.

“Who’s going to make the first move?” Seokjin whispers to the others as they continue to see if hands touch or anything happens!

Your hand brushes Jimin’s as you feel him hold your hand, the shaky hands you hand disappears when you felt how warm Jimin’s hands were.

“Y/N?” You turn your head seeing Jimin look down and look back up to you his face flustered.

“Yeah?”

“I l-l-lik-I like you.”

“I like you too Jimin.” You smiled which sends butterflies to Jimin’s stomach. You pulled your hand around him pulling him even closer seeing him lean on your shoulder.

“Yes! YES! Did you guys hear that, stop i’m going to cry! Stop it Jungkook it was cute!” You heard the memebers in the background causing you and Jimin to laugh.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung have been dying to go the club, it was one of the most antipated thing. He rarely goes so when he does he go he likes to go all out. With you being by his side of being his boyfriend he only hopes for the best songs to dance with you come on.

The members join and they have their group table at the lounge area nearby the dance floor. You and Taehyung walk in laughing already having a good time together. You hear the loud music as Taehyung looked really good already.

The aura that Taehyung gives off in the club completely shifts. One moment he’s sweet and cute next he’s a complete hot nightmare. You two met at the club and neither of you two couldn’t stop thinking about eachother. Taehyung remembers going to the same club as often as he could trying to find you once again in the crowd.

You and Taehyung held hands as the members scurried you two to go dance. That you’ve been waiting to dance with Taehyung ever since he left for his busy schedule. You pull him closer as the beat takes over Taehyung’s body.

“God they were made for eachother.” Namjoon said as he drank some of his wine. The rest of the members looked at you before giving you two privacy.

“Stop! You almost ran into that man while you held onto my hips!”

“It’s not my fault, your hips are too powerful!” You snickered as you wrapped a hand around Taehyung’s hip.

“Are you guys going to dance?” You asked as Yoongi drank one more shot before getting up.

“Me and Jimin will.” Jimin looked at Yoongi and back on the dancefloor.

“Huh?!” Jimin got pulled by Yoongi as the two groups went onto the dance floor.

You and Taehyung dances together feeling eachother’s energy as Yoongi and Jimin were just staring at you two because you two just flowed so well.

“So they were soulmates.” Yoongi says as he felt Jimin lean on him. Watching the rave going on as they were tired of dancing

“Oh god they are soulmates.” Jimin snickered into Yoongi’s neck.

You and Taehyung held hips as he swayed his hips, you laughing at the conversation that only you two could hear. You pulled him closer as you look at the table you and the members had. All of them were staring you two waved at them queuing them to join you two on the dance floor.

“You really know how to move your hips.”

“Is that a sign-”

“No! Taehyung your dirty mind.” You snickering as Taehyung wrapped his hand around your neck.

The song turned slow as you held Taehyung closer, seeing him relax as you swayed back and forth, seeing the high energy turn low as you two enjoyed eachother.

“You know I’m really thankful for you.” Taehyung whispers in your ear as you hold your grip tighter showing the passion run through you.

“Just know that everyday I think how much I love you, and how much you have done for me.” You whispered back as you twirled him.

“When did you learn that?”

“I had a lot of free time when you left for tour.” You dryly laughed.

You heard the song get hyped again and maybe... just maybe drunk bts came in jumping around you two. You both laughed as you held hands jumping around.

When you two left carrying some drunk memebers. Drunk Hoseok looked up at you as you held him from collapsing on the ground. He smiled showing his teeth, the wide smile as you questioned why he was smiling so much.

“You treat Taehyung so well. Please marry him, so we can have you forever.” Hoseok slurred his words as he fell asleep mid walk you carried him on your back as you look at Taehyung’s hand thinking maybe it wasn’t that bad of an idea.

Jeon Jungkook:

“You’re here!” You smiled as you hugged Jungkook tightly as he was in his classic coming back from practice look. You saw the black hoodie, the classic black face mask. You pulled it down kissing him on his lips, you felt him smile.

“The group wants to go out and eat, I was wondering if you wanted to come along? I asked them and they were cool with it. They’ve been dying to meet you but I don’t want to rush you.” Jungkook held your hand as you nodded. Rubbing his hair causing him to grumble.

“Yeah of course baby.” You pecked him again, as you decided to change as he waited on the couch.

You two walked in the restaurant, having the back of the restaurant tables to hide the identity of the members. You held Jungkook’s hand as he guided you to where they were. You saw them as you waved at all of them.

“Well here’s the famous Y/N that Jungkookie can’t stop talking about.” Taehyung chuckles as Jungkook blushes, pushing Taehyung to move so there’s room for you two.

“Hi it’s nice to meet you. We are excited to meet you.” Namjoon said as you agreed.

You all ate the food, you and Jungkook kept the pda to a minimum not wanting to shove you two’s relationship in anyone’s face. You held his hand under the table as you ate. You grab some of his food asking him.

“Can I have some of your rice? I ran out.” Jungkook asked as you nodded, you grabbed a spoonful as Jungkook opened his mouth causing you to tilt your head.

“Feed me.” Jungkook said as you laughed, you fed Jungkook earning him a cheeky smile. The members smiling seeing how happy you make Jungkook.

“Is there anything else you want prince?” You told him as a joke as he laughed trying not to choke on rice.

“Can I have your side dish? You don’t like that type of food.” Jungkook pleaded as you nodded giving him the dish.

Once dinner was over, you all got your bills. While Jungkook had gone to the bathroom you had asked you two’s meal to be on one bill. Jungkook came back confused of where his bill was at. You sneaked it but Jungkook had seen the white paper.

“Let me pay for you!” Jungkook said as you chuckled placing your card inside the bill. Jungkook tried to reach for the bill. You two acted like kids and Bts caught on that quickly.

“God you two already act like a married couple.” Seokjin said as you continued to fight with Jungkook that he let you pay the bill.

“Let me treat you, I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“No! I love you, even if my wallet takes a beating!” Jungkook passionaly said as you pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.

“I love you more! I saved money, you can use your wallet for your next tour!” You told him as Jungkook tried once again to reach for the bill.

“Sir, do you know who’s paying?” The server asked.

“I am.” You two said at the same time causing the waiter to look at both of you.

“I will just pay for them, thank you for your patience.” Yoongi said as you two looked up.

“Two stubborn people, together... we are going to have a good time.” Jimin laughed as he drank his tea.

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Another OC list

Trials of a Witch (Harry Potter):

1.Sienna Mitchell:

Age:16

Faceclaim: Penelope Mitchell

Fandom:Harry Potter

Love interest: Andreas Rosier(oc)/Fred Weasley

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Summary: After Sienna received a letter that her grandfather passed away, she knew her day could only get worse.She was right she received a week detention for not paying attention.And to make things worse it was with one of the Weasley twins. And yet when she told him about her situation he made it so, that she wouldn't think about her grandfather anymore. She knew that developing a crush on him was dangerous.Especially, when she wasn't quite over her ex-boyfriend.

2.Andreas Rosier:

Age:16

Faceclaim: Michael Trevino

Love interest: Sienna Mitchell

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Summary:Andreas Rosier had all his life planed by his mother.He’ll be sorted into Slytherin, become the protector of the Malfoys boy, marry Parkinson’s girl and serve the dark just like his father before him.

The problem was Andreas didn’t want to do any of this and it showed when he was sorted into Hufflepuff and he dated the beautiful hufflepuff perfect, Sienna Mitchell.But Sienna was a muggle-born, so to protect her from his mother’s wrath, Andreas broke up with her. Too bad that his feelings wouldn’t go away so easily…

3.Margaret Dursley:

Age: 11

Nickname:Meg

Faceclaim: Sophie Nelisse

Hogwarts House:Gryffindor

Summary : Lif on Privet Drive Nr. 4 was always fairly normal, just how my mother liked it.But hten the eleventh birthday of my cousin happened and we found out he was a wizard.My family didn't react to well to it, even if they knew this day will come,What none of us expected was for me that letter too.Me, Margaret Dursley, the boring, little sister of Dudley Dursley a witch...

4.Elizabeth Joycelyn Ashwood:

Age:21

Nickname:Liz

Faceclaim: Imogen Poots

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Summary: Ever since the mission where she got her scars Liz wasn't the same person anymore.Sure ,she still cared about her mother and little sister.She still laughed with her friend and she still had her embarassing crush on Charlie Weasley since third year.But there was something missing.Maybe helping the little muggleborn Margaret Dursley in their world she'll find out what it is.

5.Agatha Celestine Ashwood

Age:11-16

Faceclaim:Taegan Croft (as played in Titans)

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Summary:Agatha was always there when the others went to Hogwarts.First was Charlie and Liz, then Percy, then Fred and George,then Ron and then it was finally her turn. Everyone expected that she'll be sorted in Gryffindor like her sister or Ravenclaw like her mother but no one expects to be sorted into Hufflepuff.She meets Nate Cole there and thinks that maybe Hufflepuff isn't so bad

6.Nathaniel Edward Cole

Age:11-16

Faceclaim:Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Hogwarts House:Hufflepuff

Summary:Nate wanted to go to Hogwarts ever since his mother told him the stories about the four boys she befriended in her time there.He wanted to have such a strong friendship like them.But maybe even stronger because Nate saw how sad her eyes were each time she talked about them.He gets to meet Meg and Agatha and Ginny and he swears his friendship with the girls is not going to end up like her mothers.

6.Moira Green:

Age:11-16

Faceclaim: MacKenzie Foy

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Summary: Her parents always expected the best out of Moira.The best people she’s around - purebloods, always purebloods- the best grades, the best behaviour. Moira doesn’t mind it, really. It’s not like she’ll have a sudden desire to hang around mudbloods like her cousin.And she does like hanging around Draco and Pansy.it’s just that she never expected for her to have to fight in a war.

Survivor(Percy Jackson):

1.Daphne Briars

Age:16

Faceclaim: Candice Accola

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Summary:Never trust a survivor until you know what they did.Daphne knew this, she was one after all.After the Titans she never expected that Camp Half-Blood would welcome her back with their arms open.Not after she betrayed them.But then Percy disappears and Jason appears in his place and despite being warned many times, he still wants to figure her out.

2.Nayla Briars

Age:15

Faceclaim:Astrid Berges Frisby

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Summary: After their mother death Nayla knew that she'll have to be responsabile of her sister.She didn't want that but she also didn't want to be hated by her sister.The answer was quite easy really,just like Zoe said.Become a hunter of Artemis and let Lady Artemis wipe any memory that Nayla Briars existed.Nayla agreed.The problem was that after the Titan war Daphne somehow managed to get her memories back.She doesn't know if she's redy to face the consequences.

3.Brandon Henderson

Age 34

Faceclaim: Nick Blood

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Summary:Brandon always knew that there was something special about his goddaughter.Something that only her mother knew what.After the death of Angela, Brandon had absolutely no problem in taking the girl in as his own.It was only years after when he found out about the Gods existence that Brandon found out what was special about his girl.But it didn't matter.Daphne Briars was always his little girl no matter what happens.

4.Killian Roseheim

Age:17

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Faceclaim:Jeremy Allen White

Summary:Killian wasn’t like the rest of his siblings. He knew that. Sure he had a short temper but most of the time he could hold it in. He loved getting in fights and he had no problems working with any kind of weapon. Just like any Ares child. But he also had an eye for beautiful things. He liked painting. Writing music. Playing guitar. Looking at it, it was really no wonder that many people thought he was a child of Apollo but he just liked beautiful things. It was a thing he got it from his mother. So, when he sees Piper in the crowd is no wonder that he likes her. Then he gets to know her and things get complicated

Whatever it takes(MCU):

1.Noemie Valerie 'Nova' Thompson

Age:21

Faceclaim: Lulu Antariksa

Hogwarts House:Gryffindor

Summary:Nova Thompson was not new to loss. She lost her father when she was little. She lost one of her best friends in middle school and now, after the snap she lost everything. Her twin brother, her friend who helped her trough the previous losses and her partner. She won’t lose anyone else.

And if she needs to listen to a few superheroes, who lost her respect long ago, then so be it. She’ll do whatever it takes.

From Now On(MCU):

1.Sophie Stark

Age:24

Faceclaim:Katie McGarth

Hogwarts House:Slytherin

Summary: Sophie swore ever since Obadiah's betrayal that she'll never be a damsel in distress.So, why in the world aftert the Ultron incident was she stuck on a unknown planet dressed similarly to Princess Leia? She doesn't even like Star-Wars! Of course she learns to survive this planet,even as a slave because she can't find another word for what she is right now.But then she meets with Loki and then Thor and he they might just be her ticket out of here!

Dust and Gold (DC Universe):

1.Isadora Grayson

Age: 17

Faceclaim: Jenna-Louise Coleman

Hogwarts House:Hufflepuff

Summary: People deal with grief in different ways.Some change were they live,to have a new start.Some change their appearance.Some just get over when they discover a hobby.But not Isadora Grayson.She deals with it by becoming a vigilante.Her name Jaybird after her best friend who died.But then Timothy Drake appears as Jason replacement and things get complicated because he's actually nice and he actually wants to help her cope with Jason's death.And why is it that when not even Dick could bring her to talk about him she has no reservation in front Tim.

2.Callum Montgomery

Age:18

Faceclaim:Andrew Garfield

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Summary: Callum Montgomery knew that he'll never be the CEO of his father company.Never.Sure he has no idea what he wants to do with his life but he'll figure it out.He'll figure it out with his best friends Isadora Grayson and Nadia Evolett.The thing Nadia disappears suddenly and Callum swears he's going to find her.No matter what!

3.Nadia Evolett

Age:18

Faceclaim:Molly Quinn

Hogwarts House:Slytherin

Summary:In another universe Nadia would probably hate the amount of people she killed.In another she'll probably beg for forgivness to god or something.In another universe Nadia would still have her memories.In another universe she wouldn't be just a pawn to Ra's al Ghul and his daughter.In another universe maybe there would someone searching for her.

Not Another Cinderella Story(Shameless):

Abigail Abernathy

Age: 14-

Faceclaim: AnnaSophia Robb

Summary: With a mother in jail and a junkie of a father Abigail Abernathy life wasn't easy. It was even less easy when her father decided to marry Samantha Slott.At first Sammi was pretty nice to her but then her father decided to pull a disappearing act and leave Abby with her. Sammi didn't take it well. Abby didn't like to talk about her life with Sammi (it could easily fall in the abusive category) and she would rather talk about the chaotic life that the Gallagher's have, which Sammi made her way in when she found out about her father.But what exactly does she like so much about the Gallagher’s that she doesn’t really want to leave them?

Porcelain, Ivory, Steel(Legacies)

1.Faith Kline

Age: 17

Fceclaim: Hennig Shelley

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Summary: Faith was just like any other werewolf at the Salvatore School. Obedient to the alpha, a good student, an orphan. When Landon and Raphael come to the school thnigs start to spiral down. Not only does she have to find out who killed her parents but she also has to find out why she feels such a strong pull to Raphael.

Up Down(Stranger Things)

1.Claudia Carthmore

Age:16

Faceclaim:Emaraude Toubia

Hogwarts House:Gryffindor

Summary:Claudia Carthmore and Nancy Wheeler used to be best friends. They used to be best friends until Nancy decided to go out with Steve Harrington despite the fact that she knew about her feelings for him. But Claudia has more pressing matters when Nancy's little brother and his friends come to her with problems that could as well discover a goverment conspiracy.

All or Nothing (My Hero Academia):

1.Akiko Todoroki

Age:15

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Faceclaim: Katherine McNamara

Summary:Akiko Todoroki knew that she wouldn’tbe able to keep this a secret from her father.She just got accepted in U.A despite the fact that he almost ordered her not to do it.She was always prepared for her father’s rage, she wasn’t prepared for her father to make a deal with her.

The moment she fails one test in theoretical or practical exam she’s out, until then she can play hero.

Fine by her, she always wanted to prove him she can to do this.

The Birds Song(Fairy Tail):

1.Suzume Yahto

Age:7-21

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Faceclaim: Sofia Carson as Evie in Descendants

Summary: For someone who doesn't remeber anything about her past Fairy Tail is the perfect place for her.And it's not like Natsu would let her go anywhere.Not after he claimed her as his little sister and swore to protect her from anything

2.Bran Yahto

Age: 25

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Faceclaim: Nathaniel Buzlic as Kol Mikaelson

Summary: Bran had only one goal in his life, protect his sister from the people that overtook their guild,Red Vixen.And if she has to lose her memories for it then so be it.

3.Elentiya Amare

Age:25

Hogwarts House:Slytherin

Faceclaim:Riley Voelkel

Summary:Ellie didn't care much for Suzume Yahto.Not anymore.Her first priority is and always will be Bran.But Bran cares for her and keeping her safe means that he also would do anything for her.Even if it's stupid. So she has to keep Suzume safe in order to keep Bran safe.

Dreams never end(One Piece):

1.Kekkai Renge

Age:7-

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin as Hayley Marshall

Summary: Was I supposed to be in this world? Nope. Will I try my best that nothing is going to change because of my presence here?Also no. Am I going to make sure that I'm going to live this llife without regrets? Hell yeah!

2.Kekkai Seoul:

Age:14-21

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Faceclaim: Joseph Morgan as Klaus Mikaelson

Summary: Seoul knew he scewred it up. He swrewed it up spectacularly not only in regards of his friend Sonya but he also failed to keep his promise to protect his sister. His sister is in danger and it's his fault as long as he is still alive he'll do anything to keep her safe. No matter who he has to kill. Even if it gets himself killed.

3.Botan Yugyao:

Age: 9-

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Faceclaim: Emilia Clarke as Daenery Targaryen

Summary: Botan's parents were marines.Ever since she knew that they helped people and fought bad guys she wanted to be like them. But then her parents were killed in action and she was send to live with her godmother Sister Teresa. She meets people there who become her family – yes even Renge altough she could do with more discpline. Botan has one goal in life: catch every criminal and make them pay for what they did to her parents. It didn't matter that some of those criminals were people that Renge considered family.

5.Kazumi:

Age: 7-

Faceclaim: Shiori Kutsuna as played in Deadpool

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Summary: Kazumi knew that she wasn't anything special. She wasn't like Botan or Renge or even Arashi. She didn't have the heart to become a marine like them nor did she have the heart to set out on the ocean to become a pirate like Ace and Luffy instead all she can do is to stay behind the bar, help Makino and support her friends as much as she can.

6.Sonya:

Age:21

Faceclaim: Claire Holt

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Summary: Sonya would always believe in her friend. No matter what people say about him. No matter if he is charged with treason. Even if she sees his face on a wanted poster. She knows how much he loves his little sister. How protective he is of the people he loves. She lived trough it more times than she can count.No matter what happens, she'll always believe in him and no, her feelings for him have nothing to do with it. Okay, maybe a little tiny bit.

7.Hiraya Nanako:

Age: 22

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Faceclaim: Emma Dumont as Lorna Dane

Summary: Hiraya Nanako was known for her what she has done for the marines and was considered a hero. It wasn't true, she wasn't the true hero but who would admit that a pirate saved their lives when in need? Hiraya swore she was never going on field but then she meets these kids and she's promoted as captain and oh well, since when has she ever listened to herself anyway?

8.Arashi:

Age:7-

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Faceclaim: finn wolfhard

Summary: Arashi knew that he was much more softer than his other classmates. Siblings really. They were always siblings no matter how much Botan and Renge were at each other throats.Maybe people were right about him, maybe he wasn't cut to be a marine.Maybe he should have stayed with Kazumi in the village but it's not like she can quit now. Besides, someone has to make sure that Renge and Botan don't get themselves killed when they are fighting.

Figuring it out(Teen Wolf):

Anastasia 'Tia' McAllister

Age: 17

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Faceclaim: Jenny Boyd

Summary:If you asked her, Scott got off easily and he was a drama-queen.After all there was every werewolf who could help him with his control and power and etc. But no one could help her because no one even heard of something like her.

When she got bitten in search of a death body (thanks to Stiles) she realized that each time she touches someone she can feel the persons pain. The pain they felt their whole life and it was driving Anastasia crazy because she couldn’t not feel. But she’s gonna figure it out somehow.She always figures thing out. She’ll figure it out or her name wasn’t Anastasia McAllister

Indomitable Spirit(Riverdale):

Theodora'Teddy' Moore

Age:17

Faceclaim: Crystal Reed

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Summary: When Teddy Moore was assaulted by her ex-boyfriend Nick St.Claire and she tried to tell someone no one listened to her. Not even her best friend, Veronica Lodge.Out of shame her father moved in the town where he met her mother, Riverdale. For two years everything is fine and Teddy can finally about New York and Veronica and what Nick did to her. At least until she sees Veronica freaking Lodge in the halls of Rivedale High being best friends with Betty Cooper. As if it's not enough that she has to deal with Jason Blossom's death, now she has to make sure that no one finds out about what happened in New York.

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