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webrokethe4thwall · 4 years

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(just got done reading the rules) can you write a one shot where raph gets sick with a stomach bug as a little turtle tot?

Caught a Bug

Raph woke up slowly but not in a good way. His stomach felt tight, too full and too empty at the same time. His mouth was dryer than Donnie’s sense of humor. It was hard for him to lift his head from his pillow, let alone the rest of him from bed. His body ached all over, and he felt hot and cold at the same time. Any movement at all made him feel dizzy and nauseated. All in all, the seven-year-old snapping turtle felt awful. He wanted to go back to sleep.

“Boys! Time for breakfast!” Splinter shout was loud enough to fully awaken Raph.

Not wanting to worry his family by skipping breakfast, Raph got up. When a chill ran up his shell, he pulled his thick red sweatshirt over his head then sluggishly made his way down to the kitchen. It was a miracle he didn’t tumble down the steps with how heavy his body felt! Taking a moment to regain his balance, the snapping turtle paused at the kitchen door to watch his younger run past him in a frenzy as their father set the table.

“Morning,” Raph mumbled, rubbing at his eyes and swaying on his feet.

“Good morning, Red,” Splinter greeted his eldest son. He glanced at the snapping turtle mutant and gave him a worried look. “Although, you do not look so good right now. Did you not sleep well last night?”

“I slept fine,” Raph said with a shrug. He actually wanted to go back to bed. However, he didn’t want to worry his family, even if he felt like absolute garbage with his stomach twisting in every direction.

Splinter hummed, giving Raph another once over and carefully sniffing the air around him. The rat mutant opened his mouth to say something, but Donnie started pounding on Leo for shoving him into the wall. It was enough to give anyone a headache with the way Leo was yelling “It was an accident!” the entire time. With Splinter’s attention drawn away by his brothers’ middle-child nonsense, Raph lifted himself up to the table next to Mikey. His stomach gurgled loudly and a wave of nausea hit that the snapping turtle found difficult to fight down.

Mikey gave Raph a concerned look and said, “Maybe you if to eat you’ll feel better.”

Mikey could be right, but with the way Raph’s stomach flip-flopped at the thought of food… The snapping turtle shrugged and glanced at what Splinter had made for breakfast. Scrambled eggs loaded with cheese and veggies, bacon piled high, bananas sliced up in a bowl, and a plate of toast sat upon the table. The sight and smells were overwhelming.

One a normal day, Raph would usually pile as much food onto his plate as he could get away with, but right now it was all too much. The way the cheese oozed around the eggs made his stomach churn. He could smell the grease that was starting to congeal on the bacon. The bananas were riper than his fear stink. The only thing Raph thought he could tolerate was the toast. It wasn’t fair! Pop’s scrambled eggs were the best!

Splinter successfully broke up Donnie and Leo and got them settled at the table. While they and Mikey eagerly plated their meal, Raph reluctantly grabbed a piece of toast. He stared at the lightly burnt slice of bread for longer than he truly needed to and carefully took a bite. It was a struggle to even swallow the toast with how dry his mouth was.

Splinter, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey stared at him in shock. Splinter rounded the table and felt his eldest son’s forehead and immediately pulled his hand back. Raph had a fever. Turtles were cold-blooded and not supposed to get fevers, but since his sons were mutated with human DNA, they didn’t follow that law of nature. His eldest son was sick.

“Raphael,” Splinter said softly, rubbing the snapping turtle’s cheek, “what is wrong?”

Raph wilted into Splinter’s hand. He didn’t want his dad to worry! But he couldn’t lie, not when Pops used his name like that.

“My belly just hurts a little is all…” he answered.

An acidic taste began to rise from his throat, and Raph knew what that meant. He snatched a cup of water from the table and took a gulp to keep the sensation at bay.

“You sure, Raph?” Donnie asked, pushing his glasses up to examine his older brother.

“Yeah,” Leo agreed. He leaned on top of Donnie to get closer. “You look greener than normal.”

Raph shook his head quickly and stuttered, “I’m o-o—urk!”

The snapping turtle slammed his hands over his nose and mouth. The smells were too much. He shouldn’t have shaken his head that fast. The acidic taste was getting worse. Raph couldn’t fight it any longer. He ran to the bathroom, vaguely aware of Splinter calling out to him.

Raph barely lifted the toilet seat up before his stomach finally gave the great lurch. Sharp, vile, and burning from the bottom of his throat to the tip of his nose, he retched as his stomach contents emptied into the bowl. Tears pricked at the poor child’s eyes from the pain and humiliation. The smell was more foul than any stink he’d given off in his life, and the I-just-puked-stink he was giving off now was awful. A hand rested on his shell as the vomiting eased to dry heaves. Raph looked up to see Splinter frowning in concern.

“Let’s brush your teeth and get you back to bed,” Splinter said, lifting his son to his feet.

Raph wiped at his mouth, grimacing at the sick that soaked into his sleeve. His mouth felt fresher after brushing his teeth, but his stomach still rebelled against his body and he was tired. Splinter carried the snapping turtle to his room, replaced his soiled sweatshirt with comfy pajamas, and tucked him into bed.

“I-I couldn’t hold it in anymore,” Raph said shakily. “Pops, why’m I sick?”

“It’s okay, Red,” Splinter placed a hand on the snapping turtle’s shoulder. “Sometimes we just get sick and need help getting better. And right now it looks like you have a stomach bug that needs to be taken care of.”

“I hate bugs!” Raph shuddered. Bugs were as bad as puppets!

“I know you do,” Splinter laughed. “I’ll find something that will help get rid of it. Just sit tight and rest.” He patted Raph’s head then left his son’s room. He saw the other three turtles loitering just outside the doorway. “Purple, Blue, Orange, I need you three to keep an eye on Red for a little while. He isn’t feeling well, and I’m going to get him something to help with his stomach. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Donnie, Leo, and Mikey watched Splinter throw on his “Randall” disguise and slip out of the Lair. The three gave each other a nod before splitting up. Donnie headed to the living room, Leo went to the laundry room, and Mikey dove into the bedrooms. It wasn’t often that they got sick with anything beyond a cold, but the turtles knew how to help make their big brother feel better.

Raph rolled over in his bed with a groan. His belly felt awful! Every little movement made him want to—“Blergh!”—made him hurl. Why did he feel like this? He was just fine yesterday! Now he was puking, aching, dizzy, and tired. He couldn’t tell if the sharp odor in the air was vomit or his sick-stink. The snapping turtle closed his eyes, curling up in a ball and wanting Splinter to come back already.

When something soft thumped against his head, Raph cracked an eye open. Mikey was tossing stuffed animals and pillows onto his bed. Donnie tied the bag in his trashcan, replaced it, and carried the sick away with a pair of kitchen tongs. Leo stumbled in with his arms laden with blankets and sheets. Raph slowly pulled himself to sit upright and stared at his brothers with concern.

“Guys, Pops said I’ve got a stomach bug,” the eldest turtle warned. “You’re gonna get sick too if you’re here!” The last thing he wanted was his little brothers to catch what he had.

“Dad told us to keep an eye on you,” Donnie shrugged, booting up his secondhand laptop as he sat at Raph’s side. “So we’re making a blanket fort to watch movies in.”

“We’re not gonna watch you be sick and be bored at the same time,” Leo said from where he stood on the edge of Raph’s bed, hanging blankets and sheets in a tent overhead. “So pick a good movie before Donnie plays a documentary or something else lame.”

Donnie glared up at his younger twin but did nothing beyond that. It was very telling how concerned he was for their big brother that he didn’t start arguing with Leo that his documentaries weren’t lame.

“But I don’t want you guys puking up your spleens,” Raph countered.

His belly really hurt from all the retching, and his brothers didn’t need to go through that. Speaking of, Raph pitched forward as his stomach once again revolted against him. He dry-heaved into the waste bin Donnie shoved into his hands.

“Do you really want us to go?” Mikey asked sadly. His eyes shined from his best puppy-dog pout.

“No…,” Raph mumbled. He took one look at his baby brother, saw all the effort his siblings were putting into helping him feel better, and replaced the trashcan clutched to his chest with a teddy bear. The snapping turtle felt awful and scared and didn’t want to be alone. He wanted his brothers to stay.

Mikey immediately brightened. He climbed up onto the bed to rearrange the pillows and stuffed animals around the fort. What good was a blanket fort if it wasn’t comfy? Leo dropped a blanket over each of his brothers’ shoulders, and all four drew closer together as Donnie started a Jupiter Jim movie. Raph lay on a pillow incline, pulling his blanket up to cover everything but his eyes. Donnie and Leo lay on either side of him, and Mikey draped himself over the snapping turtle’s spikey shell. Raph finally felt warm.

It wasn’t until an hour later, when Jupiter Jim and Red Fox were separated by alien robot vampires, that Raph felt his stomach flop once again. He shot out of the pillow fort and tumbled out of bed for the trashcan set just by the edge. Mikey fell back with a shout, but Donnie caught him without hesitation. The snapping turtle retched and dry-heaved. He just wanted to be better already! A sob escape from the snapping turtle as he tightened his grip on the trashcan. Leo slipped down from the bed and rubbed Raph’s trembling shoulders.

That was the scene Splinter walked into when he returned to the Lair—Raph sobbing with Leo at his side, Mikey and Donnie fighting tears of their own as they clung to each other, and all of them turning to him as though he had the answer to end this suffering. It was true that the rat mutant’s arms were laden with plastic bags filled with bottles of ginger ale, a special rehydration drink, and liquid Pepto-Bismol. However, he wasn’t sure if any of them would work for a mutated snapping turtle, but he had to try for the sake of his ailing child. Splinter placed the bags on the ground then knelt by Raph’s side.

“Purple, Blue, Orange, go wash your hands,” Splinter ordered gently. “I’ll take over from here.” After watching Donnie and Mikey slip off of the bed and trudge slowly after Leo out of the room, Splinter focused completely on Raph and hefted the snapping turtle into his arms. “Alright, Little Red, back into bed. I’ve got some medicine and drinks that will help your belly feel better.”

“What is it?” Raph whimpered, balking at the thought of drinking anything regardless of how thirsty he felt. He’d just puke it back up again!

“The pharmacist said to take one capful of this medicine every hour to help manage the puking,” Splinter explained, laying Raph back inside the pillow fort, “and to drink some ginger ale and this special juice to help keep you hydrated.” He poured some ginger ale into a cup on the bedside table, handing it and a small medicine cup full of pink liquid to his son. “Take small sips.”

Raph held the medicine cup to his mouth, squeezed his eyes shut, and gulped it down. He gaged on the taste—like those heart candies they had found in the dumpsters after Valentine’s Day—and immediately sipped the ginger ale. The fizzy drink was welcomed, soothing his throat and dry mouth.

Now all Raph felt now was tired. His eyes grew heavier by the second, and with Splinter rubbing his head and humming, the snapping turtle didn’t stand a chance for staying awake. He sank into the pillows and stuffed animals that had remained from the emergency exit he made, and a blanket was tucked around his shoulders. It wasn’t long before Raph was fully asleep.

After he was sure his son was asleep, Splinter closed up the fort as best he could and left to check on Donnie, Leo, and Mikey. They had been worried about their brother when he had sent them out earlier, and they deserved an update. He didn’t need to search for them for very long. They were sitting across the atrium in Leo’s doorway, huddled together with their eyes glued on Raph’s room.

“You three did a very good job watching over Red while I was gone,” Splinter praised his children. He smiled at each of them. “He is sleeping now, so I want you all to be very quiet for him.”

“That should be easy enough,” Donnie said. It was easy enough for him to tinker quietly in his budding lab, and surely his younger brothers had some games in the arcade that wouldn’t cause disruption to Raph’s sleep.

“Is Raphie gonna be okay, Dad?” Mikey asked.

Leo followed up by asking, “And is what he has contagious?”

“He should be better in a day or two with plenty of rest,” Splinter said. “However, I don’t know how contagious he is at the moment. Don’t touch your eyes or mouths after being around Red without washing your hands. Did you all wash them like I told you?” He sighed in relief when he received three nods. “Good.”

Hours later, Raph woke up feeling better than he had that morning. His stomach was still cramping, and his body still ached; but the snapping turtle didn’t feel exhausted after just waking up. His mouth felt dry, though. He saw a bottle of the special juice Splinter got for him on his nightstand. Picking up the bottle, Raph read “Pedialyte Cherry Punch” on the label. He didn’t really care for cherries but, remembering his father’s advice, took small sips anyway. He still felt like puking, but he managed to get down a few mouthfuls before putting the bottle back on the nightstand.

A moment later, his father and little brothers peeked into his room. Mikey carried a plate with a slice of perfectly tanned plain toast and an unpeeled banana and placed it beside the bottle on the nightstand. Splinter gave the snapping turtle a once over.

“How are you feeling, Red?” Splinter asked.

“Still kinda puke-y,” Raph said slowly, “but I feel a little better.”

“It may take a day or two until that feeling goes away, son,” Splinter said. “Have some more medicine and try to eat some food.”

As Raph grimaced at the taste of Pepto-Bismol and slowly ate the toast to get rid of its flavor, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey crowded in front of him. They looked up at him with varying degrees of worry.

“Is there anything we can do for you, big brother?” Donnie asked.

Raph picked at the hem of the blanket pooling around his legs and shyly mumbled, “…Stay for a while?”

Splinter chuckled as his sons climbed onto Raph’s bed and reorganized the blanket fort so it would be more accommodating to the four turtle mutants and their rat-dad. Raph truly felt content when his father joined them and placed him on his lap, blanket wrapped over his head and teddy bear clutched to his chest. Donnie picked up the laptop from where it was tucked between the nightstand and bed and started up the Jupiter Jim movie from the beginning.

Raph felt lucky to have a family that cared so much about him. For the next two days, he had been sick. His brothers and Splinter were always checking in on him, making sure he was staying hydrated and eating, rubbing his shell or head when he did puke, and keeping him company when he asked. The snapping turtle got stir-crazy at times from how smothering his little brothers could be (He had to argue with Mikey to get out of bed to use the toilet!), but he knew it was all out of love. Raph usually did the same thing and coddled Donnie, Leo, and Mikey excessively if they so much as stubbed a toe. He was just happy that his brothers never caught what he had.

However, a few weeks after Raph recovered from his stomach bug, something weird happened with their dad. Splinter caught a fever, cranked the AC down to its lowest setting, and shaved off all of his fur. It was the most terrifying sight any of the young boys had ever borne witness to. Then he started attacking, cuddling, singing way off key, writing crossover fanfiction, and just freaking out all of the young turtles. It only stopped when they all yelled at Splinter to act normal again. He almost immediately complied! This sickness was later dubbed the rat-flu, and it would plague the five mutants more than any other sickness they would ever contract.

#anon request #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #sick fic #cross-posting on Ao3 and FFN #may your ink flow free and run ever present with your imagination #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt splinter #fanfiction #my fanfic #writing #my writing #turtle tots #vomit warning

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infinite-hearts-333 · 4 years

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Hnnnng sue my impulse control—

Here, have some facts but Logan’s pack and religion/believes form BPBW: (mentions of blood, being beaten and trauma)

Logans pack:

Empero

Empero is the alpha of the pack

Empero is shortened form Emperor cause her father was the alpha

She/her pronouns

Free wheeling bisexual

Oldest (21)

Albino (white fur and hair)

She’s really tanned though-

Bitch to anyone but her pack

Crazy protective

Will bite

Mom friend TM

Uses a spear (and really good with it)

Her birth pack was messed with by humans and put through artificial selection so shes much faster and stronger than the others

Loves racing (she purposely goes slower for the others)

If she was real I would tots date her

Jackson

Baby???

Nervous boi TM

Second youngest (17)

He/him

Straight

Beige fur and hair

Has PTSD (poor baby)

Stutters a lot

Logan is like a brother to him

Has a lot of courage (he can hesitate a little at the start) and always does his best

Wants to be the best he can and be worthy of the pack

Dislikes his human form

As human he stims a lot (he just flaps his hands/taps stuff) as wolf he just chews anything (but really that just a wolf thing)

Loves pinecones (there weird to chew)

Isn’t a attacker, he is teaching himself to be a medic so he could heal the others

He was bred domestic by accident, and he tried to escape

He failed to escape. The owners then tried to beat submission into him

They badly damaged his front left leg which then needed to be amputated

Dusk found him

Empero f*cking delETED the people there and then adopted Jackson

Hazel

Bubbly baby

She/her

Questioning her sexual still

Brown hair and fur (caramel hazel colour)

She’s the youngest (14)

Happy???? Always??????

Obsessed with organising

Empero found her once she got separated from her pack

Has a collection of nuts that are hollow and you got to stack them on top of each other

When ever the pack moves everyone gives their bags to hazel and she just... organises everything. (Kinda like playing house)

Beam of sunlight (that’s her nickname)

Bounces a lOT

Great at climbing and spearing fish (empero be so proud TwT-)

Has a small dagger for protection when moving places of hunting/scouting

But when she turns 16 she wants a bow and arrows cause “and then I’ll shoot and they’ll be like, ‘what?! Where did that come form?!’ And it’ll be wicked!!”

Dusk

Child. (I love dusk so much)

She/them

No one can figure out their sexuality. Are they straight? Gay? Pan? Who knows

18 years old

Blond fur and hair

Has black ‘socks’ (patches on their feet) and a large patch on the right side of their face and a patch that trails down their spine (patches show up as vitiligo)

Quite detached from reality

Spaces out a lot

You know whiteout form wings of fire? Think her

Likes rocks. (Logan once got her a gem stone all polished and everything and she losted it. Still has it)

Speaks weird

Jackson likes to sit next to them and listen to them talk

Isn’t really disturbed by death or blood

Can and will talk to other living things (mainly plants)

Claims to see their spirits (the plants)

Was abandoned by her pack

Reacts badly to shops for some reason

Hates Karen’s with a fierce passion

Can roast anyone

Deadpans most of the time

Only those they trust will get to see them excited and happy

Is amazing with a staff surprisingly

Hits people on the head with it when annoyed

Logan

Logan was the beta of the pack, or second in command

He/him

Gay (star gay)

Loves his pack fiercely

Has black fur and hair

His glasses show up as a near silver mark on his wolf form

He has curved daggers

He calculates the routes and times to move

Left his birth pack cause f*ck homophobic alphas

His parents supported him thou and helped him pack and leave without being caught.

Star gazes and knows all the consolations

Has a fish toy that he had when he was a puppy for teething

Is in a love hate relationship with it

On his birthday the pack moves closer to society and goes to a library.

Werewolves beliefs/religion

Werewolves god (goddess really) is Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and the moon. Their belief is that once a werewolf dies, Eclipse and Luna, the souls of the first ever werewolf’s will come down from the moon, or Artemis’s palace, collect you, take you to the moon palace were Artemis will determine where you should go. She can watch like a fast forward thing of your life to decide. If you were good or well good for most of your life (like you could do something bad if you had no choice and you truely regretted it or it was for a better cause, sue me I have no clue what I’m doing) you were taken to a soul holder.

The night sky is called the soul quanderent, as the stars are called soul holders. If you were good, you were taken to a soul holder were you would wait for your pack and then lived out the rest of the after life in happiness or whatever.

However if you were bad person for most of your life, your soul would be smashed, crushed and then the fragments would be scattered across the sky which is what caused the Milky Way.

If you don’t have a pack to wait for, (so you were a lone wolf) if you were good, would stay in the moon palace with the other lone wolfs where you would make your own pack and then move into a soul holder.

#Logan sanders #Empero #Dusk #Jackson #Hazel #OC’s #sander sides #BPBW #werewolves #info

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creepyalienghost · 3 years

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❄️snow storm❄️

Sammy sits at the dinner table next to his and Joey’s soon to be cold food. He was so ready for him to come home from the Business trip he had been on for the past few days and spend Christmas with him. But he knew Joey wasn’t going to get to come home this Christmas. Not with this snow storm that was blowing crazy out side. He knew it was impossible and dangerous to drive in. But duo to Joey’s stubbornness and his care for Sammy he told Sammy he was going to drive though it anyways and come home.

That was two hours ago and now the storm only had gotten worse out there. Sammy’s worry grew with the storm. He tried to call him five times by now but he hadn’t picked up since he told Sammy he was going to try. Sammy got up and went over to the front window, pulling the curtain back. He watched out as the snow blew around then landed with the rest. But other then snow the driveway was empty. No Joey.

Sammy left of the go of the curtain and pulled out his phone again, dialing Joey’s numbers or the sixth time. He pressed the cold phone to his ear and listen to the dial tone, hoping Joey would pick up this time. He wanted to hear the sound of Joeys voice so he could know that he was safe but it again only went to his voicemail mail. Sammy hung up and sat on the couch anxiously waiting for Joey to come home.

He decided to try the news to see if anyone could be stuck in snow or worst. Sammy sat on the couch and flipped on to the news. He watched closely taking in everything he saw what they showed on the news. Many cars were stuck in snow but a lot was flipped over in ditches or crashed in some way. This only made Sammy worry more for Joey.

The night gets later and later with Joey still being out in the storm still. Sammy debates with him self if he should call the police and make a missing persons report or not. He eventually decided not. He could have stopped somewhere for the night and just doesn’t have a working phone to call Sammy for whatever reason. All he could do was watch on as the storm rages thought, eyelids drifting heavier and heavier but fought sleep Intel Joey comes home.

Sammy jerked awake from the sound of his phone ringing in the kitchen. He looked around for second to see if Joey was back home. He wasn’t. Then Sammy ran to the phone. It could be Joey telling him he was ok and safe! But when he picked up his phone it wasn’t joeys number. It was a random number that Sammy never seen before. But still he answered it and put it next to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello. This is nurse Ann from the town’s hospital. I’m calling for Sammy Lawrence.” A nice lady replied back to him.

Sammy’s stomach dropped when she said where she worked. It could only mean bad news. Joey’s hurt... Sammy swallowed his tears back to answer. “T-this is him.” He simply send.

“Alright. Well I’m calling to inform you that we have your friend Joey drew hear with us. He’s in surgery. But he advised you not to come in until the roads are clear.” She spoke and Sammy can hear the pity in her voice. “We’ll have him call you when he can and we promise you we’ll take care of him the best we can.”

“A-alright... th-thank you...”Sammy stuttered then hung up and sobbed his heart out. His worst fears had happened. Joey got in a bad wreck and Sammy couldn’t be there for him at his time of need. The sadness soon turned to anger. Why didn’t Joey just stay in a motel! Why did he put his life at risk for him! Sammy wasn’t worth dying for! He was so stupid sometimes! The anger turned back to sadness after a while. Sammy sobbed himself to sleep.

later at around 10 o’clock his phone rang again. This time Sammy crusty sore eyes slowly opened and looked at the scene. It was another random number but different from the hospital. He quickly picked it up, answering it as he sat up. “Hello?! This is Sammy Lawrence!” He Said in a panic.

“Hey. Love nugget.” Said the voice on the other side of the phone, making Sammy’s heart skip.

Sammy’s gasp from the sound of them. “J-Joey!? Is that really you?!” He ask with tears in his eyes.

“It’s me baby doll.” Joey answered. “I’m alive.” Sammy could definitely hear the pain in his voice over the phone. He wished he could take it away from Joey, still he was so grateful he was alive.

Sammy wipes away his tears. “I’m so glad your safe.” Sammy mumbles over his cries. “I was so scared and worried about you..”

“I’m sorry for making you worry, my love.” Joey replied with his voice full of guilt and shame. “You were right. I should’ve stayed put in the motel for a few more days. I was stupid for trying. I’m so sorry.”

That made Sammy’s heart hurt for him. He was a good man who just made a stupid mistake. A big one that could’ve cost him his like but hadn’t. “Joey. P-Please don’t f-feel a-ashamed or g-Guilty. That’s all in the pass n-now.” Sammy spoke softly. “What matters now is that your safe and alive. That’s all that matters to me and I’ll be coming to visit you as soon as the roads clear up.”

Joey made a sound like he was holding back his own sobs before continuing to speak. “Thank you tater tot. I can not wait to see you’re handsome face again.” Joey replied to his baby. “I love you.”

Sammy couldn’t help but smile at that. “I love you to Joey. You get some rest now.”

Joey chuckled. “I will. You do the same, my love. By by.”

Sammy waited for two whole long days before the news declared that the roads were again safe to drive on. Sammy drove to the hospital safely and ask the lady at the desk what room Joey was in when he got there. He practically ran all the way up to 553 and knocked on the door, before opening it. Sammy didn’t know how bad Joey would look like from his Accident but when he entered his heart immediately broke in peace’s.

His face was all bruised up with deep purple angry ones with some good size cuts on his cheeks and forehead. His left arm was in a cast there was no telling what other damage was hiding under his clothes. Seeing joey like this scared Sammy so much. Scared by close he was from losing Joey.

Joey glanced up at him with tired painful eyes right when he came in. He could see the tears welding up in his eyes, making him feel more shittier for putting him though all this. “Oh tater tot. Come here.” Joey held out his good arm for him to lay with him. Sammy took a step forward then Joey saw his concern for him. “It’s alright. You won’t hurt me on this side.” Joey smiled to his poor emotional lover.

Sammy crawled in next to Joey and couldn’t fight the tears anymore. He sobbed hard from seeing Joey hurt like this. Joey didn’t deserve this pain. He was a good person who help out in charity’s of all kinds. He has the biggest heart Sammy has ever seen. “Oh honey.” Joey wrapped his good arm around Sammy’s shoulders and brings him closer to his chest, kissing his golden blond hair. “Please don’t cry now.” Joey spoke softy in his ear as he stroked his hair. “I’m safe now.”

Sammy didn’t take long before he cried himself to sleep again. At least this time he was in the arms of his lovers safety. Joey looked down at his beautiful sleeping boyfriend and smiled. He was glad it was him and not Sammy who got in this crash. Sammy wouldn’t be able to live with this much pain and hide it well. He was much more emotional then himself from his childhood. Joey knew he had a bad childhood so Joey makes him happy when he can. Right now he wanted him to feel better, to not worry his mind anymore. He should take him out when he gets out of here to replace missing Christmas and making worry.

Right now though they were in the hospital safe and sound together. Joey leans down a bit carefully and kisses Sammy’s pointy nose gently. “Marry late Christmas, tater tot.” Joey Said as he continued to stroke Sammy’s hair.

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #joey drew #joey x sammy #sammy x joey

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gotmeringinghellsbells · 4 years

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The Best Dad You Could Be

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki/Midoriya, Yamato Todoroki (Oc)

A/N: This fanfiction contains an oc for my next generation au and a little back story. Yamato is the only son of Yaoyorozu, and eldest of Todoroki. He loves both of his parents, and the two stay friends even after their divorce. There is no hate to ships on this blog.... well.... Mineta is another story.

Description: Shoto has always had doubts about being a parent since his son was born. As he grew, he didn’t have much time to dwell on the possibilities of being a bad parent. But as life settled down he began to think more about it and asks his husband if he’s doing it right. Deku, only able to compare Shoto to All Might, gets an idea . He needs to show a little more emotion around the babe.

When Shoto Todoroki found out he was going to be a father, joy was the least of his emotions. He was terrified. It wasn’t the failing marriage he was in, or the partner he had, but the fear of being a good father. He feared being…. his father.

For about a year him and Momo cared for their son together before deciding it would be best to go separate ways. It wasn’t until he left that he realized she was a key balance in his confidence. Her fear, her insecurities of being a mother, of working with a child lead Shoto to be the best father he could be! However, he didn’t know where to go, and Yamato wanting to be with him more than Momo made it even harder!

]He refused to go back to his father with Hawks and Toya there, let alone Endeavor. His mother had her own studio apartment, but…. As heartless as it sounded, Shoto didn’t want his mother alone with his baby. He loved her to pieces but Yamato had more features that resembled his father than Shoto did.

Between that and him waking up his mother every hour with crying, Shoto just couldn’t do it! Iida was busy with his career taking off, Urakara was busy too. Deku was the only one not under an agency but…. Shoto didn’t want to bother anyone. From Momo’s fear, from Shoto’s situational confidence, Yamato wanted his daddy; which made this all so much harder.

Momo’s parents didn’t exactly want to take in their former son-in-law either. They would have let their daughter stay with them until she could get back on her feet, but Shoto gave the house to her. From his kind act…. He was now screwed over.

It turned out showing up at the Midoriya’s was the best choice he could have made as they were quick to take him in. The living space was small but he’d make due with what he could and wouldn’t complain. The hardest part was trying to keep everything from his boss…. his father. Endeavor planned to retire, and for Shoto to take over he had to work under him.

The poor guy was exhausted, sleeping through baby cries and waking the house. More than once he’d woken up form All Might or Inko trying to calm his small babe as he lay in bed, leaching the heat off of Midoriya. He’d apologize and quickly try to take over before being pushed back down into bed. The two cared for the poor guy, Inko being able to relate to his situation. He was trying so hard to parent, to be the best dad he could while working his way out of his current living situation.

But it was one cold, winter night that would change all of that for him. Once more he’d slept through Yamato’s crying, but this time neither older adult came to the babe’s aid. Midoriya woke, not being able to sleep too much as it was. He climbed out of bed and picked up his crying roommate before sitting back on the bed and just…. Soothing him. He was talking to him, trying to lul him back to sleep after he’d calmed.

Midoriya found him to be the cutest little thing, so goofy and particular. He would ponder what Yamato’s quirk would be, which parent he’d look like more as he aged. It was just fun thoughts to have after a day of intense work. When Shoto woke to see the other coddling his son, he felt it in his heart. Resting a head on Midroiya’s shoulder after failing to retrieve his son from the older, Shoto finally felt secure again for the first time in a while.

They took off as a family, money was coming in, they had their first place until they saved enough for a final home. They were a family. But…. unlike Momo, Izuku was confident; to an extent, he’d have small bursts of panic that Shoto had to fix but he was still someone Yamato felt secure with. Something Shoto still didn’t feel sometimes, like today.

He lay in bed, relaxing on his day off, just watching as his now two-year-old told his hand and bend each finger. He was truly curious about how things worked, it was adorable. His chubby little face would scrunch up, a small pout would be present, and his brows would furrow more and more as he tested new things. “What are you learning today, hm? You now how fingers bend.” Momo said she’d do this to her too, whenever she had him.

“Yeah but it’s a new day, something may have changed,” a new voice hummed out with a yawn. Deku rolled over to curl into his husband’s back as the tot ignored them in the name of discovery. “Oh? Is that true? Excuse me Yamo,” the father teased before poking the little one with his free hand. Yamato looked up before looking slowly to the finger that touched him and pushing it away. He didn't like to talk much during his new discoveries, otherwise Shoto would have gotten a talking to.

The father laughed before sighing. He didn’t like to talk insecurities in front of the child but…. He couldn’t always get away from him to release his emotions. “Zuku.” Deku hummed as he held his heater and cooler closer. “I’m…. doing this right, right?” Deku scrunched up his face a bit before sleepily popping up on the smaller’s shoulder. "Doing what right?” Shoto motioned to his baby who was now trying to get his hand to act like a spider.

“I mean…. Yeah. You put him before everything, you always take time to make sure he knows right from wrong, you do all the right parenting things.” The step father tried to think. He didn’t have someone to really compare Shoto too. As much as All Might was a distant dad figure to him (even if he was his step father now), from interviews you couldn’t tell how one would parent.

But there was something that always assured Izuku he was safe, that things ould be okay. “I mean…. You don’t show that much emotion around him.” He really didn’t. Momo did, Jiro did, Izuku did, almost everyone but Shoto did; yet little Yamato followed his father’s example most of the time and was just…. blank faced. “Is that so?” The green bean nodded, hair tickling his husband’s bared neck.

“Ihahzuku,” the now second pro hero giggled. “ Mmm…. see? You need to smile more, Yamato agrees.” Shoto looked forward to his babe that was now grinning ear to ear. “Dada ticklish?” The babe looked so happy it squeezed at Shoto’s heart. Crap. “Izuku, don’t you eve- pfff! MMmmmmmm!” The male tried to resist the feeling on his stomach, squirming around as he was held closer.

“Comeon Sho-kun, Yamo wants to see your smile! You wanted to improve your parenting. Step one is smiling more!” Poor man was trapped between his worst tickle monsters, one already attacking. “Zhahahahauku!” Shoto let loose, his son’s laughter joining his as he scooted forward to try and help.

He tried tickling Shoto’s nose, earning more high pitched giggles as the man tried to turn his face away. “That’s it Yamo! We gotta save dada from the sad villain!” The boy squealed adorably as he tried to move on to the cheeks. The cute look of determination and attempt to gain a reaction gained the reaction alone as Deku stopped. He was so cute!

“That’s it, your doing it kiddo! Your saving dada!” Shoto snorted before shoving at Midoriya as his baby giggled and started to tickle under Shoto’s chin. The surenamed Todoroki giggled, whining softly as the spot wasn’t all that ticklish. “Why are you shoving me villain? The little hero is defeating you,” Deku giggled before tickling Shoto’s stomach again. The male screamed softly before dissolving into giggles.

He turned to roll into his husband, earning a pout from the baby. It tickled too much and Shoto wasn’t about to keep squirming around like a fish out of the water; it was a little embarrassing and he could accidently hit his baby as he flailed. “Izuku,” he squealed as he jumped up slightly from the other’s chest, hands squeezing at his lower back. “Chahahut thahaht out! Sthahhaaop thahah- eek!”

Yamato was forgotten as the green haired male rolled on top of his husband, totally wrecking him. Scratching at his ribs, under his arms, down his hips, his chest. He stayed on the upper body, teasing and smiling as he worked. Shoto screamed and shrieked with laughter, something his son had never heard before. But rather than fuss or get upset from the exclusion…. Yamato just observed. He watched what his step father or papa was doing.

He watched his hands, how the fingers would bend on different areas of the torso and imitated it. He took silent note of his father’s reactions given the areas his papa tickled. “Izhzhzhhahahauku!” Deku laughed, coming back to reality as he quickly stopped and started trying to soothe the other, apologizing repeatedly. The number two hero panted softly before a movement caught his eye. Yamato moved closer before leaning between his dad’s, a hand on Shoto’s shoulder for support.

“Yamo, what are you doing little soba?” The kid hadn’t been teritorial before but Shoto wasn’t sure what he was doing, until a hand found his chest. “Pff! Yhahahahmato!’ Shoto covered his face as he giggled, Izuku catching the laughing child as he nearly fell forward from Shoto’s action. “We did it bud!” Deku lifted his step son up in victory before kissing his chubby cheek. “We did it! Dada is free!” Yamato squealed with absolute delight as he held Deku and lifted a matching arm in victory.

Shoto sighed as he watched them through his fingers, they were too much. A smile same to his face; maybe he should show a bit more emotion.

#bnha #mha #tododeku #tickle #tickling #ticklish #tickle fight #domestic #family #oc #shoto todoroki #shoto midoriya #izuku midoriya #deku

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dolankiss · 5 years

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@hishawaiianparty tumblr hates her and won't let her post this :( but I can so like pray for her. her brain is FRIED after trying to post this for like 3 times. SHE DIDNT FORGET YOU POOR LOVEY ANON.

"Daddy!" Grayson smiled down at his favorite little girl in the world. Maggie. Maggie came into his life through his best friend Y/n. It was hard to explain but while you were 7 months pregnant your husband was in a horrible accident. You were so devastated that your body threw itself into early labor due to stress. You felt like you had no time to decide anything. Grayson rushed you to the hospital. You made him promise if anything happened Maggie would be his. Thank god you pushed through and Doctors still have no idea how you made it through. Now fast forward 3 long years of firsts. Grayson promised your late husband that your baby wouldn't grow up without a dad. Grayson knew he would be a father one day but maybe not this soon. Well those 3 years changed him a lot. Ethan and himself baby proofed their house, had a nursery and all of Maggie's things. She had two homes. Grayson knew his girl down to a science. Him and Y/n were a team. He knew some day he would have to explain to Maggie how their family was different, but he didn't expect so soon. She was 3 and half, smarter than a whip if you asked Gray. He picked her up from Daycare. "DADDDY!" Squealed Maggie as she saw her Dad and her uncle. "What about me Mags?" Ethan pouted crossing his arms. Grayson smirked picking up his little girl. She had brown hair is little pig tails and big brow eyes. Margaret Bailey Dolan, the only reason the little girls name was Dolan is because Doctors told Grayson Y/n had a slim chance to survive and she had a contract already written up. Grayson couldn't care less Maggie was his daughter blood or not. "E she's a Daddy's girl, you'll get some Uncle time when we get home" Grayson carried his little girls pink backpack which looked ridiculously small on him. Her little hand held his two fingers. He buckled her in the carseat. He remembers her first car ride. She was 3 weeks old and wouldn't fall asleep. Luckily for her, her Dad has great music taste and stayed up late to drive her around the block. He looks in the backseat to see his tiny tot rubbing her eyes. Smirking to himself,some things don't change. "You tired Monkey?" He saw he little yawn and knew she would knock out soon. "She's so cute and her cheeks are so cute" Ethan leaned in to admire his sleeping niece. "Ethan I swear to god, you wake her from her nap you are stuck with the crabby nightmare she becomes" Grayson gritted his teeth while pulling into the drive way. He parked and looked back to his still sleeping toddler. "What do they do to her in Daycare?" Ethan laughed to himself. Grayson carefully unbuckled her and carried her in his arms. His little pride and joy could be a walking terror if she didn't nap. "Ethan quit eating her fruit snacks" Grayson threaten his brother yet again. He held his daughter in his arms. He always picked her up, she had a nap and ate a snack. Then eat dinner and then she would go home with her Mom. The routine of his sweet Maggie. Ethan laid put her snack and Grayson handed her over. It felt like yesterday she was a year and he caught Ethan and her feeding each other puffs and giggling. "Hey monkey time to wake up and party" Ethan bounced her. She rubbed her little eyes. "Where Daddy" she whipped her head around to see Grayson smiling at her. He always was amazed at the fact she never confused them. It's like to Maggie they couldn't look anymore different. They had tried on multiple occasions to trick her. The one time they had her close to fooled and she laughed in Ethan's face "You not Daddy" she giggled. Ethan and her were feeding each other fruit snacks. "Uncle Efin you silly.

They always found her little stutter adorable. Ethan could listen to her talk for hours. "How old are you?" He asked. "I am 3" she said pronouncing three more or less like tree. It cracked up Ethan every time. "I can't wait until she's door" he giggled. Grayson sat down admiring two of his favorite people. "Daddy why you and Mommy not live in the same house?" It hit him like a ton of bricks. How could she know this wasn't normal already? What does he say? Ethan and him exchanged looks. While Maggie looked up at Grayson. "Well me and Mommy have work and we just don't live together." She replied "My friends mommy and daddy live together." Grayson was sweating bullets. Who knew a 3 year old could interrogate so well. "Well Baby we are different from other familes" her little brows pressed together. "See baby Daddy wasn't always your Daddy. You had a second Daddy who went to heaven before you were born." She nodded her head. "But if my Daddy is in heaven then you aren't my daddy?" Grayson was drenched with his own sweat. "Yes well no but yes" he nervous laughed. "Okay well now I'm confused" Ethan raised his eyebrow at his brother. Before Grayson had time to answer he hears a cry. Maggie was in tears, "I not have a Daddy" she said in between sobs. He really did it, how else was he suppose to explain his situation? To make matters worse Y/n walked in. "I hope we like pizza for dinner because Momma is tir-" your mom instincts kicked in rushing over to the table picking up your daughter who was sobbing herself sick. "Gray what happened?" You shouted in between sobs. He took a deep sigh holding his hand against his forehead. "I tried to tell her about her Dad and how I am her Dad but not her Dad?" Grayson now confusing herself. You now bouncing trying to console Maggie. "Grayson she's three?!" He felt attacked. "Well she asked and I-" he took a deep breathe. "Maggie Monkey come here" he coo'ed before he knew it she leaped into his arms. Her lip whimpering pout broke his heart. She was only three and he just had told her the only Dad she knew wasn't her Dad. He wiped her tears and gave her a few pecks on the forehead. "Maggie I am your Daddy and I will always be your Dad. I made a promise to your other Daddy that would take his place and I will always be your Daddy." Her sniffles stoped "okay Daddy" he could breathe again hearing her say it. "I love you and Mommy more than ever you are my only girls. I love my girls. I promise one day if Daddy has his way we will live in one big house all together." He smiled at his toddler. "Even Uncle Efin?" She looked up concerned. "Yes baby even Uncle Ethan". "You love Mommy?" It dawned on him since the day he had almost seen Y/n die, it was her it always was her. "Yes baby I love Mommy so much I always have." Grayson didn't notice that you had slipped in the room to check on them. "Mommy loves you too, she tells me all the time" Grayson smiled knowing Y/n probably didn't feel the same way. "Okay babygirl go play with your uncle" you answered from the doorway. Grayson jumped not seeing that you were there, "so how much did you hear?..." he could feel himself blush. "So you love you me?"

#grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson and ethan #dolan twins #blurb #concept #dolan twins imagine #grayson dolan blurb

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rareaamerican · 4 years

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the story :

† full name : john theodore davis

† nickname : johnny, teddy, ted, johnny boy, smiley, even the occasional davy.

† date of birth : the fourth of july

† time of birth : the bright start of the day time, her biggest baby and her seventh one, his poor mom had been in labor for five days before the birth

† place of birth : brooklyn, new york

† hometown : brooklyn, new york

† ethnicity : irish and scottish, but only a little.

† appearance : all american. a head of curly blond hair, a winning smile, dimples, tan skin and bright eyes. very muscular & a little bit rough sometimes because of how large he is

† fashion sense : sticks to the basics, and works them well. barrel chested and broad shouldered, he never looks bad in anything

† accent : brooklyn accent with the slightest hint of irish

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† personality : a big, stupid, so insanely charming puppy dog. tries to be sunny because of how bad his childhood was. his insecurities are all academic, but he’s street smart. he’s strong and unwavering, loyal to a fault. when he falls in love, he falls hard enough for it to kill him.

† strengths : boxing, baseball, football, singing, woodwork, he’s a good learner, can bake, can put together a car engine in one hour flat. listening, he’s a good listener. goos long term memory. firm believer of ‘pain is temporary success is forever’

† weaknesses : extremely dyslexic. spelling. partially color blind, red/green. asthmatic and has an attack when he gets excited, runs for too long or gets nervous. bad short term memory. sustained a head injury now he periodically has seizures.

[ - - - - - ]

† family :

seven siblings, the first died in the war, the 2nd and third died in factory accidents. the rest are sisters who are still alive. a father who beat him like a dog and a mother who stayed in the background.

† biography :

the baby of the family who was born smiling, a fourth generation irish immigrant, this beautiful baby boy who everyone would mutter about how handsome he is, even when he was just a tot. absolute angel, lovely all around. he went to all of primary school, but when the great depression hit, he worked threading bobbins with his sisters and when he turned thirteen, started working the assembly line with his three older brothers and father. his oldest brother enlisted in ww1 and a horrific factory accident took his second older brother, blood had spattered thirteen year old johnnys face, he watched as his brothers body was torn to shreds by the machinery. two months later, his last older brother was took similarly. while he worked all day he was also training to box, and when he was 13 he also sustained the head injury that causes his seizures when he lost his first match.

the next few years he worked until nightfall and boxed every night, he got very good very quickly to gain his fathers approval. it all came to an ugly end when the draft came around. this resulted in a house wide fight and johnny leaving home two days before his eighteenth. he took the cheapest flight to France and is currently looking for a place to live.

† secrets : he’s running from the draft in america. with his seizures and asthma, and the fact that his brother died in the war makes him even more anxious to go. that fact that his dad is the reason he has seizures and how badly he was beat. bisexuality of course.

† likes : baked goods, boxing, mechanics, swimming, brunettes, being cuddled, dancing, working out, cars, being complimented, laying out in the sun, being read to, candles.

† possessions : a cross he wears around his neck, some clothes he packed, his brothers class ring.

† sexual orientation : mildly closeted bisexual

johnny & oli | @r-oyale

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skiller0dani · 5 years

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Darling, | Loki Laufeyson

Summary: Rosalie Stark has faced sadness, pain, and heartache her entire life- until she meets the God of Mischief. Loving him is wild, pure, and free. Then Thanos comes and turns her happy little world upsidown.

Pairing: Loki x Rose (OC)

Word Count: 10.1k (I know it’s a frikkin NOVEL I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY)

Warnings: Death, Sadness, Language (Possibly), MCU Spoilers, Iron Man Spoilers, Thor: A Dark World Spoilers, Thor: Ragnarok Spoilers, Infinity War Spoilers, Endgame Spoilers, Light Gentle Smut,

A/N: Wow hi so I absolutely adore Loki. I want to add a little love to this precious babies life. Uh enjoy! The Smut is located roughly 4,500 words into the story? Sorry it’s pretty far in there but I’m very proud of this work so I think it’s worth it! Once you see the picture of the necklace the Smut is very close after that if you wanted to just go read it then you do you lolol. Also I don’t really write Smut a whole lot. So let me know if its good please. Thnx bbs I’m skipping a lot of movie related plot so I can just get to my plot. We’ve all already seen the movies so. Yknow. Sorry I skip a lot towards the end, by the end of it I had been writing for 10 hours and wanted to be done haHAHAHAHAHA. I’ll edit it later.

Let me know if you want me to write more Smut and also if you want more Loki x Rose adventures!!

Masterlist

Rose was 10 when her parents died. Tony was home from studying abroad, watching TV with her, they had just celebrated his 21st birthday. He always let her do whatever she wanted to, gave her candy for dinner, let her watch rated R movies. “She’s gonna go in the basement.” Rose said, throwing some popcorn as her and Tony watched some crappy old horror movie. Tony laughs reaching for the bowl, “well yeah. Of course she is.” He commented watching as the dumb blonde in the movie makes her way down the stairs to the basement. “Don’t they ever learn? It would be much easier to draw him out from the middle floor, that way they aren’t trapped.” Rose sighs, giggling as the Slasher inevitably crams a butcher knife through the poor girls chest. “Not a bad idea tot.” Tony smiles, ruffling her hair watching with a smile as she complained and fixed her hair again. “You think Daddy would watch this movie with me? I wanna show him...” Rose trailed off and Tony’s heart ached. Howard wasn’t the most loving Father but Tony knew he loved Rose. “You’ll have to ask him when he gets back. I think he would.” Tony smiled, turning back to the movie.

3 loud bangs on the door made Rose jump. She paused the movie as Tony stood- telling her to wait on the couch. “Don’t make a sound tot okay?” Tony added as he reached for the door handle. Rose nodded, not being able to see who was on the other side once the door was opened- it blocked her view. Tony’s face fell- and Rose saw an envelope in his hands. Tony closed the door, leaning back against it as he looked at Rose. She stood up instantly, “what’s that?” She asked- pointing to the envelope. Tony couldn’t speak, or move as she took it from his hands. He wanted to take it from her but he was frozen- Mom...Dad...dead? Rose ripped open the envelope, I’m sorry to inform you that a few nights ago Howard and Maria Stark were killed in a car accident..., wait...what? “Tony? What is this?” Rose asked, tears filling in her eyes. “Tony, is this a condolence letter?” Rose cried, becoming hysterical. Tony remained frozen as Rose dropped the letter and opened the front door.

Rose collapsed in the driveway- they were supposed to be home tomorrow. This isn’t happening, this isn’t real. Rose felt something building in her chest, getting bigger and heavier by the second. Her hands clamped over her ears as tears fell down her cheeks, she squeezed her eyes shut- that feeling in her chest bursting open in a scream. She screamed until her throat was raw, and then the world went black. It wasn’t for a few hours until Rose awoke, and when she did she was in her bed. Rose sat up, looking around- “Tony? Tony!” She called and he was in her room in a second. He sat on the edge of her bed, his eyes red and raw. “They’re...they’re really dead?” Rose asked, her eyes wide and watery. Tony nodded, and pulled Rose into his chest. Rose cried, and held onto Tony with all her strength- he’s all she has left. She can’t lose him- she doesn’t have anyone else. “Yeah tot, and I promise I’ll never leave you. I love you kiddo.” Tony whispered, kissing her head.

***

Rose was 27 when Tony went missing. It was a business trip, a missiles presentation. He should be home by now, but he wasn’t. Tears were in her eyes as she sat on the couch at her and Tony’s house- watching the news report his disappearance. They’re saying he was kidnapped by terrorists- Rose felt her chest squeeze and her heart ache. This isn’t happening- first Mom and Dad, and now Tony? God please not Tony. God please save him- bring him back to me. Rose prayed, on her knees with her head in her hands. “Ms. Stark?” Pepper cleared her throat, tears in her eyes. Rose looked up at her and Pepper was wrapping her arms around Rose- holding her as they cried. If he’s dead, then Rose is dead too. She can’t do this without him- she can’t live without him. That feeling in her chest never came, and it might sound crazy but she knew he wasn’t dead- it’s like she could feel it. “We just have to have faith okay? He’s alive, he’s out there, they’re looking for him. They’ll find him.” Pepper said, wiping away Rose’s tears.

The helicopter flew low over the desert, if Rose wasn’t rich and now the possible Heir to the Stark fortune and business they wouldn’t have let her come. Her eyes scanned the desert, looking for something- anything that could tell them where he is. Coming over a sand dune Rose sees a small figure, and when he yells she knows. “Tony! Oh my God it’s Tony! Take us down now!” She yells, already unbuckling her harness and she’s jumping to the ground before the helicopter has even fully touched down. She’s sprinting to him, seeing cuts, scars and bruises all over him but he’s smiling. She felt tear down her cheeks as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around him. Tony smiled, “hey tot.” He rasped, and she laughed- tears streaming. “God Tony you’re alive.” Rose whispered, placing her hands on his cheeks and looking in his eyes. “I promised I wouldn’t leave you.” Tony said, and Rose let out a deep breath. “Next time can you just FaceTime them?” Rose asked and Tony chuckled.

“What happened?” Rose asked on the plane, eyeing the blue circular piece of technology sticking out of my chest. Tony took her hand, “explosion left pieces of debris in my heart, and this stops them from getting to my heart.” Tony explains and Rose can tell he doesn’t want to talk about what he went through. “Remember when Mom used to play the piano?” Rose asked and Tony smiled, he looked over at Rose. “She used to play that same song constantly- drove Dad crazy.” Tony added and Rose giggled, remember her Father’s annoyed expression when he would hear the first few notes of that song start. “You’re a lot like Dad sometimes, you internalize things too much. You keep to yourself more than you should.” Rose tells Tony, watching as he looks away. She’s right- he knows she is. It’s just easier to never talk about how you feel in hopes that feeling will disappear. “Not talking about it doesn’t make it go away Tony.” Rose adds- almost as if she can read his mind. He’s not surprised she knew what he was thinking, Rose knows him better than anyone else. So he looked at her, and he told her- and you know he really hates to admit it but it made him feel better. Talking to Rose makes him feel better.

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Rose was 29 when she met Loki. She watched him through the monitor connected to the security camera. Loki was the kind of man she had never met before- he was completely in control even when he seemed helpless. He sat on the bench in the circular prison meant for the Hulk, he didn’t seem stressed he looked utterly content. Rose felt drawn to him- and she didn’t know if she was okay with that or terrified. Tony watched her and grabbed her arm gently, “you stay away from him okay? You’re not to go near him.” Tony ordered and Rose nodded- not arguing with him. Tony always knows what’s best for her. Tony turned and headed to the Lab Bruce was in and Rose found herself walking and followed her feet to the prison Loki was trapped in. He didn’t notice her come in- and if he did he pretended he didn’t. But out of the corner of his eye he sees her, and she’s beautiful. For a woman from Midgard. He turned to her, with a wide smile on his face- “to what do I owe the pleasure?” Loki asked her and her throat hitched in her throat. He looked ethereal- he was perfect in every way. Like a God should be. “I-” She started but her throat went dry.

Loki smiled coyly, “are you nervous?” He asked, a teasing smile on his face. A deep blush made it’s way to her cheeks- she found herself stepping towards the glass, wanting to be closer to him. What’s the matter with her? Thor is a God, and he never had this affect on her- he was more rugged while Loki was more refined. “You- you haven’t tried to escape.” Rose mumbled, her voice shaking. Her eyes widened when he stood up and made his way towards her on the other side of the glass. “That’s because darling, I’m exactly where I want to be.” Loki said lowly, raising a brow at her expression. An expression of wanting- and a bit of fear. He intimidated her. “Are you?” Loki asked, loving the deer-caught-in-headlights look on her face. Rose swallowed thickly, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. There was a softness in his eyes when he talked to her, a look that Loki himself wasn’t aware of. Unintentionally Loki was gentler with her. She didn’t know what to say to him- or why she came here at all. Rose turned on her heel to leave when he spoke, “what’s your name darling? I can’t let you leave before I can know you.” Loki said, a cocky smile sliding over his lips.

“R-Rosalie Stark.” She stammered, turning to look at him once more. Stark? “Ah you must be related to the man made of Iron.” Loki smiled and Rose nodded, “Yeah and he’d be very angry if he knew I was in here.” She said, and Loki smiled, “rebelling are we?” He teased and Rose actually laughed. Genuinely laughed, there was something about Loki that made her want to be near him. “You know I would have expected you to behave more like a caged animal all locked up in this prison.” Rose comments, feeling surprisingly comfortable with him. “Maybe if you weren’t here I would be.” Loki said- his eyes piercing through her. A deep blush crawls up her neck once more. Loki sees how easy it would be to use her- but something in him feels almost sick at the thought of using her. She weakens him- it makes him want to push her away. He needs to succeed, the consequences will be too dire if he doesn’t. They’ll have his head- he doesn’t have room for weakness.

Rose feels a hand around her arm, and a concerned and almost angry expression cross Loki’s face. She turns seeing Tony dragging her out of the room, “what the hell did I say?” Tony snapped, clearly angry at her. Loki stood, watching him forcefully drag her away from him- and he hates that. He hates that Tony drug her out of the room. He didn’t need to put his hands on her, and for the first time since Loki has been here, he feels angry. “Tony I-” Rose started but was silenced but the mere look he gave her. “Rose he’s dangerous. Do you not understand that? He doesn’t care about you or anything- Thor is his damn brother and he tried to kill him!” Tony snapped, once they’d gotten to the Lab. “Anyone can be changed Tony!” Rose yells back and his eyebrows raise. “Do you- do you care about him? Rose he’s a God who is not only insane but has absolutely no morals and is drunk with power. This little crush has to stop- now.” Tony yells, storming out of the Lab. Rose felt angry tears wet her cheeks as Bruce kept working, he looked up at her. “Rose, I commend you for your good nature and your willingness to help others but Loki? Loki can’t be saved.” He says gently, but Rose knows he’s wrong. They’re all wrong. Loki can be saved.

When Nat is sent in to interrogate him Rose slips out of the Lab without Tony noticing. Rose listens out of view, “you’re a monster!” Nat cries but Rose can tell she’s faking it. “No- you brought the monster.” Loki smiles and Nat immediately reports back, “he means on releasing the Hulk.” Nat says quickly making her way out of the room. Rose emerges from her hiding place, “you wouldn’t really do that...we’ll all die. The Hulk will rip this ship apart and clear out of the sky.” Rose says weakly, and she swears she sees Loki’s face fall a little. “Of course not darling, of course not.” Loki lies, and Rose nods. Loki examines her arm, seeing the red marks. “Your brother did that to you?” Loki asks, expression darkening. Rose looks down at her arm, knowing Tony will feel guilty he hurt her. “He didn’t mean to- he was just angry.” Rose says softly. Loki looks at her, “come here.” He says sternly but gently. “W-why?” Rose stammers and Loki smiles.

“Do you trust me?” Loki asks, his eyes not leaving hers. “No.” Rose says softly and this causes his smile to grow wider, “Good. Come here.” He orders again and Rose takes tentative steps forward, opening the door before stepping inside. The door doesn’t slide shut behind her, “you’re not trying to escape. The door is open...” Rose trails off- nervous as he approaches her. “I’m exactly where I need to be darling.” He says smoothly. Rose clears her throat, looking up at him. He’s very tall. “What do you want?” She asks and Loki smiles, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “sorry about this darling.” He murmurs, pressing his fingers to her temple. In an instant she is unconscious, and Loki hears the Hulk’s roar. Loki lifts Rose to his chest, holding her bridal style as Thor runs into the room. Using his illusion magic, Thor thinks Loki is about to escape but launches himself into the prison only to discover Loki is already out- and holding Rose. “Loki, you can’t have her.” Thor says and Loki smiles. “I already do.” He says- his fingers dancing over the button to drop the cage into the ocean.

Rose’s eyes open briefly, to see Thor in the cage- and the cage drop from the ship. “Thor!” She says weakly, pushing herself from Loki’s arms. “No can’t go there darling- it’s not safe. Come here,” he says gently lifting her back into his arms again. Rose watches as she passes through the halls of the ships in Loki’s arms, “Loki you- can’t kidnap me...” She whispers using all her strength. Loki smiles, holding her tightly so no one can take her. “I have to keep you safe.” He tells her, before boarding an airplane. Loki doesn’t know why he took her- he just knows that he can’t let her leave his sight. He needs to keep her safe, he can’t let any harm come to her. Tony is no where to be found and Rose watches in disdain as the doors close and she falls unconscious once again.

Tony’s eyes widen in panic, “he- he took her?” Tony seethes, his fists curling. Steve was the first to say anything, “Tony we’ll get her back, we know he’s at Stark tower.” He says but Tony places both fists against one of the table as his head drops. His chest is heaving- if Loki does anything to her. Rose’s eyes open, laying on one of the couches at Stark Tower. Looking towards the window- she see’s Loki. “You kidnapped me.” Rose says, anger evident in her tone. Loki turns to look at her, “I need to keep you safe. Here is the safest place for you.” He explains, and Rose rolls her eyes. She stands and runs her fingers through her hair, “you kidnapped me Loki!” Rose yells, and Loki sighs. “In time you’ll see I did the right thing.” He tells her and she takes a deep breath. “Oh my God Tony must be so worried,” Rose says- turning to the elevator. Loki turns, his heart racing when he sees her trying to leave. “I assure you they’re on their way. Stay darling.” Loki says sweetly. Rose looks at him, thinking for a moment before turning back towards him. She goes to stand next to him by the window, watching in horror as aliens come from the sky.

“It’s going to be a mass slaughter...Loki stop this please!” Rose cries, her hands flying to her face. Loki doesn’t look over at her, “I can’t.” He says, his expression hard. Rose feels tears run down her cheeks, “why on Earth not?” She asks, and Loki swallows. “They won’t let me.” He says and Rose pinches her eyebrows together. “Who?” She asks and Loki looks up into the sky and then it dawns on her. The Aliens coming from the sky, they must have a leader of their own. Is Loki being forced to do this against his will? “Loki, why did you take me? I know you want to protect me but why? I mean nothing to you, you’re a God and I’m just...me.” Rose asks, turning away from the window- hoping Tony and the others will get here soon. Loki looks genuinely confused as he doesn’t know what to say, “I- I don’t know.” He says honestly. “I do know that you’re not nothing. You are a gift to the men of this world darling- your beauty is unmatched.” Loki says simply, looking away from her. Rose reaches for his hand, he flinches at first and nearly pulls away but lets her grab his hand.

Rose watches as Thor takes the tesseract and Loki and steps forward, Loki is in handcuffs and has a muzzle on. Rose feels her heart break at the thought of never seeing him again. Loki looks at her, and there’s a look in his eyes that tells her he feels the same way. Tears build in her eyes as the Rosenbridge appears and takes Thor and Loki with it when it disappears. A single tear falls down her face as Tony wraps his arm around her. She turns towards Tony’s car, wiping away tears as they continue to fall. The drive back to the house is long and Tony doesn’t know what to say. Loki is a maniac and will only hurt Rose or get her killed. Maybe he does care for her- that doesn’t change the fact that he’s dangerous. Rose doesn’t say anything the entire time, no matter how many times Tony tries to lighten the mood. “So Pizza tonight?” Tony smiles but Rose looks vacantly out the window. His smile falls as he reaches for her hand, and she lets him. “Rose, you can’t choose you fall in love with. I’m sorry I was so hard on you, I just want to keep you safe.” Tony tells her and she turns to him, eyes red and watery. “I know, it’s okay. Of all people I can fall for- I fall for a God.” Rose scolds herself, continuing to wipe away tears with her free hand.

***

“Welcome home Brother, shall we throw you a homecoming party?” Thor teased, but Loki didn’t even glance his way. Thor smiled, “oh come no Loki, silver tongue turn to lead?” Thor laughs, but his laugh quickly fades when Loki remains silent walking up to the palace. Not even a smile, or a scowl, nothing. No eye roll, no witty comeback, Thor has never seen Loki so- somber. Thor thinks for a moment- and remembers Rose. Loki misses her, he misses having her near, and he hates that he let himself care for her. When she’s near him- he feels like he can be a better man. He wants her here, he can’t get her off his mind. “You miss her don’t you?” Thor says, not joking anymore. Loki doesn’t answer, but their brief eye contact is enough of an answer for Thor. Loki is lead into the throne room when Thor feels hopeful- if Loki genuinely cares for Rose then maybe she can change him. Maybe she can make him a better man- she can bring him back.

Loki is sentenced and brought to the cells when Thor comes forward to Odin. “Father, there was a woman on Earth that Loki- uh.. well got close to.” Thor explained and Odin’s eyebrows raised. “A human?” Odin said, a disapproving tone. Despite what Loki has done, Odin forbids any of this children to marry mortals. They live, decay, and die before an Asgardian gets a quarter of the way through their lives. “I think if we brought her here, she could help him. He was different when she was near-” Thor begins but Odin waves his hand, “we do not bring mortals here Thor, you know this.” Thor continues however, “Father Loki was gentler, more compassionate when she was near I know if we bring her here she can-” Odin cuts him off once more. “I said no Thor, we do not bring mortals here. No exceptions.” Odin snaps, growing frustrated.

“One of us has to try and save Loki!” Thor yelled in frustration, he knows Rose can change Loki. Odin stands, taking a deep breath. “Tell me about this woman.” Odin says finally and Thor lets out a deep breath. “She’s smart, and kind. She’s gentle, and I myself care for her- nothing more than a shield sister. Loki however was almost drawn to her, she has this power over him. She calms him, and humbles him. He’s different when she’s near.” Thor explains and Odin thinks for a moment. “He misses her,” Thor adds and Odin looks at him finally, “get her.” Thor smiles and turns back to head to the Bifrost.

***

Laying in bed, Rose can’t stop thinking about Loki. She misses him, and that sounds crazy because he’s a God. He’s probably bedding all the Goddesses as she speaks. She feels tears sting the back of her eyes again and a heaviness on her chest. She sits up, the tears building- why can she not just forget him? Her heart aches so much she can’t it anymore. He’s a God he could never love her, or even give a damn about her. She’s just a human- she’s not good enough for him. She probably annoyed him- he’s probably up in Asgard so glad to finally be rid of her. Its pathetic, he’s probably forgotten about her already while she can’t get him off her mind. She rinses her face with water when she hears a sound close to a mini explosion from outside, it sounds like- like lightning. She turns out of her room to see Thor strolling into her living room, Rose glances towards Tony’s door. He’s probably working, thank God. “Thor? What are you doing here?” Rose smiles, rushing to throw her arms around him.

“I’ve come to retrieve you.” Thor smiles, happy to see her. She’s been a good friend to Thor as of late. Her eyes widen, her heart beginning to beat wildly in her chest. “Why?” She asks, her pulse rising. Thor smiles, “My Father has requested your presence- for Loki.” Thor tells her and enjoys the wide smile that spreads across her face and the blush that prickles along her cheeks. Rose scribbles a note for Tony- who is going to be livid with her when she returns. After placing it on Tony’s door, Rose turns to her room, “wait, I have something for you to wear. Asgardian noble clothing.” Thor tells her, holding up a beautiful powder pink Asgardian dress. Rose smiles, turning into her room to change and when she emerges- Thor’s eyes widen as she smiles. “Your beauty has surpassed the Goddesses themselves Lady Rose.” Thor smiled and Rose blushed, looking down at her feet. Thor is the best and greatest friend she could have asked for. “Put your arms around me,” Thor says gently and Rose reaches up and hugs him tightly as he launches them into the air and back down into the grass.

“Heimdall, I’m ready.” And suddenly they are engulfed in colors and lights, and in a few seconds they’re flying through space. Rose holds tight to Thor as she watches the starts and nebula's pass right by her- plants, galaxy's, and so many things she’s never seen before. She lands with Thor on a platform of hold and a large man with a large sword smiles down at her. “Welcome to Asgard Ms. Stark.” Heimdall smiles, and Rose blushes, following Thor to the palace. Thor holds her again and flies them right to a large Throne room. “So you are the mortal that has claimed my sons troubled heart.” Odin says and Rose’s eyes widen as she bows before him- not knowing the proper way to greet the King of the 9 Realms. Odin smiles, appreciating her attempt to be proper in his presence. “Tell me your name child.” Odin says, looking down at her from the Throne. Rose clears her throat as nerves begin to take over, “Rosalie Stark your highness.” Rose says and Odin nods, “Lady Rose is it? Thor, bring him.” Odin orders and Thor nods, turning and walking deeper into the Palace. “I don’t know what it is my son likes so much about you Lady Rose, but Thor has reassured me that you can help my son. That is the only reason you are here.” Odin tells her and Rose can’t tell if its meant to be taken as a threat or not.

“So the all mighty King has demanded the presence of his disgraced Son has he? To what do I owe the pleasure my liege,” Loki says, fake bowing a cocky smile on his face- not having seen Rose yet. Odin’s face falls to annoyance as he gestures towards Rose. Loki looks to his left and his eyes widen- his heart immediately pounding wildly behind his ribcage. He smiled and took a step towards her, “just couldn’t stay away could you? Had to travel across planets just to get another look?” Loki teased- loving the way her cheeks darkened in a blush. “I don’t see you looking away either God of Mischief.” Rose bit back, a sly smile on her face. Odin could see within moments of them speaking that Thor was right- Loki cares for this mortal. Loki smiles down at her, and Odin looks at him. “Loki you will be permitted visits with this girl but if you try to escape- I will have her executed.” Odin threatens and Loki’s expression darkens.

“Touch her and I will-” Loki snaps pulling against his restraints, “if you follow my rules she won’t be harmed.” Odin says and Loki’s expression is so dark Rose fears he would attempt to kill Odin if he wasn’t restrained. Loki’s expression softens considerably when Rose places a hand on his arm. Loki turns, and holds out an arm for Rose to take. “I’ll give you the ‘Princes Exclusive’ tour of the dungeons. Just wait- it’s very homey down there. Glamorous.” Loki says with a sarcastic smile and Rose giggles, leaning into him a little bit after taking his arm. “I can’t believe Odin stuck you in the dungeons.” Rose whispered low enough for Loki to hear but not loud enough for the guards leading them to hear. Loki smiles, “I have all the homey touches, don’t worry dove.” Loki says softly- her heart warming at the nickname. Upon entering the dungeons, all the prisoners eyes find their way to Rose- whistling and hollering. Loki’s expression darkens as they enter his cell and the cuffs are removed. The cell is sealed with both Rose and Loki inside. “We’ll come to retrieve you when the visit is over Lady Rose,” the guards inform her.

“Why do they keep looking at me like that?” Rose asks, feeling uncomfortable at the expression the prisoners are giving her. “It’s because you look ravishing dear, sculpted from the heavens.” Loki purrs, his pupils dilating. He takes a step towards her, and slowly, carefully places his lips on hers. Rose feels swarms of butterflies fluttering around in her abdomen and her heart pounding so hard she can hear it in her ears. The kiss is short and sweet but it’s enough to make her head swim. Loki takes her hand and pulls her to sit next to him on a bench and he pulls out a necklace with a beautiful emerald in the middle of a tree.

“Loki it’s beautiful.” Rose breathes as he fastens it around her neck. Loki smiles, revealing that pinned to his collar is the same tree with the emerald in it. “I made these darling, so that when you can fall asleep I can enter your dreams. We can speak and be together while you sleep.” Loki explains- taking Rose’s hands. “Only as long as you wear that- I infused it with a magic that links us together.” Rose leans up and presses a kiss to Loki’s cheek when the guard returns to the door and Rose exits the cell. “I’ll see you tomorrow Lady Rose.” Loki smiles and Rose blushes- giving him a fake curtsy before she’s lead up the stairs. At the top she’s met by Thor who gives her a friendly smile, “hello Lady Rose.” He says- slightly raising a brow at the necklace around her neck. “It’s a gift from Loki.” Rose smiles as she follows Thor. He smiles, “Thor how long am I going to be here?” She asks and Thor’s face falls. “Probably not long I’m afraid. Just enough to appease Loki and calm him for a while.”

Rose follows Thor to her room, a big room with a large round bed in the middle. Up a few steps is a beautiful balcony closed off with double doors covered with white see through curtains. “This room is beautiful.” Rose comments, noticing more dresses hung along a wall near the bathroom. Thor smiles, “this is where you’ll be staying while you’re here.” Rose feels the soft bed sheets- this isn’t a fabric that exists on Earth. “Thank you Thor, there isn’t a chance I could contact my brother is there?” Rose asks- wanting to speak to Tony. “I’m afraid not, we don’t have intergalactic communication I’m afraid.” Thor apologizes with a teasing smile. Thor excuses himself from her room, after a servant delivers a tray of food.

After eating and changing into a nighttime dress, Rose lays in the covers making sure she has the necklace on. Letting herself fall to sleep- her eyes close and when they open she’s somewhere she’s never been before. It’s a beautiful house overlooking Asgard. Is she dreaming? “Hello darling,” Loki smiles, wearing only his under armor clothing. Rose smiles and stands to press her lips to his, “is this real?” She asks, stepping out onto the balcony. “Yes, we’re in your dream. What are you dreaming of dear?” Loki asks and Rose blushes. She fell asleep dreaming of having an actual life with Loki. “Of living here, it’s beautiful here.” She lies and Loki smiles- but there’s something off. “Are you okay?” Rose asks, turning to face him. Loki looks down at her, “you’re a mortal. I’m a God Rose.” Loki says suddenly going to sit down on the bed. Rose’s heart drops, “just because I’m a mortal doesn’t mean I’m less than-” “No, it means you will die thousands of years before I do.” Loki tells her, looking away.

“Then lets enjoy the time we do have.” Rose says, reaching up to pull his lips closer to hers. He kisses her back feverishly, laying her back against the bed. Rose’s head is swimming- their romance is a whirlwind but she’s in love with a God she wasn’t expecting anything less. Loki’s hands ghost over her body, tugging down the sleeves of her nightdress, his eyes asking permission. Rose nods, her cheeks a rosy red as the clothing is removed leaving her in nothing but her panties. His lips are feather light on her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps as his lips trace down the curve of her neck. He presses light kisses to her skin and his lips find their way to her collarbones, pressing gentle kisses to both of them. “You are breathtaking darling,” Loki whispers, his hands lightly brushing down her sides. His fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, this time needing verbal consent. “May I darling?” He asks but she hesitates, “I want to, I just don’t know if this means to you what it means to me.” Rose whispers, “I know how I feel darling, do you?” Loki asks, gently brushing the tip of his nose against hers. Rose nods, giving Loki permission to slide her panties down her legs.

Loki leans back on his heels and takes her naked body in, her fair skin shining in the moonlight. Her chest is already heaving and he’s barely even touched her. “Loki please...” Rose whines, the sexual frustration becoming too much for her to handle. He smiles coyly as the tips of his fingers trail up her stomach and towards her breasts. Rose’s back arches up into his touch but his fingers trail back down her stomach again. He smiles as he presses gentle kisses to her inner thighs lips merely brushing against where she needs him the most. Rose has never felt anything like this before, her brain was static and she almost felt lightheaded, “are you sure you can take this darling? I’m no ordinary lover,” Loki asked sincerely, and Rose nodded. She couldn’t think straight enough to speak. Loki’s hand trails back up and finally brushes over her nipples, hard and ready for him. A groan escaped her lips as she looked down at him, the brilliant blue in his eyes almost gone as his pupils have blown wide open. His eyes are near black, with a thin blue ring around them. Rose was writhing under Loki, while he was still fully clothed. Loki has an affect over her body that no one else will ever have.

Loki presses a kiss to her core, sending jolts up her body as he presses soft and gentle kisses around her. He runs his fingers through her folds, making sure she’s good and wet for him before he begins to undress. Rose’s chest is heaving as she leans up on her elbows, watching him lose his clothing piece by piece. She wants to tell him those 3 stupid little words but her mouth won’t let her, every time she opens her mouth her throat goes dry and her heart starts pounding so fast she can’t think. She wants to say it every time she looks into his eyes, I love you. But she doesn’t know if he even feels that way- maybe he just wants her body. Maybe it’s all just a trick, he is a God. It wouldn’t be hard for him to fool her. Once his pants hit the ground, Rose is in awe. He’s absolutely breathtaking, he practically glows in the moonlight. He looks like a God, perfect. Loki leans over her, his face a mere few inches from her own. He smiles fondly at her, pressing his lips to kiss her slowly and intimately. Rose’s eyes widen when she feels him pressing into her. He slides in inch by inch, spreading her open with a sharp burn up her pelvis.

Loki presses kisses to her neck as she breathes through the pain, he’s bigger than she’s had before. Like a gentleman he waits until she’s ready for him to continue, and on the tip of his tongue are those 3 pesky little words he never thought he’d say to anyone. I love you. But he can’t love her, because one day he will lose her and be forced to live all those long years without her. That will drive him to the deepest pit of the darkness within him and he fears nothing will bring him back out of it. He pushes the words to the back of his throat when he feels her loosen considerably, and with a nod he’s sliding his hips back and her mouth falls open when he pushes them against her again. Rose moans softly as he gently continues to slide his hips back in long sensual strokes. This feels more like love making than anything else. Her hands wrap around his shoulders and back as he presses kisses to her shoulders and neck.

He continues to press his hips against her, keeping his rhythm even though he felt that familiar coil tightening, Rose screwed her eyes shut as her nails dug into his back, that tightening feeling building and building until it bursts, with Loki stuttering before stopping with a deep breath. He kisses her shoulder before sliding out of her and reaching for his pants. Rose pulls the night dress over her head and sits behind Loki, pressing kisses to his bare back. He smiles, “did that really happen or was it all just in my head?” Rose asked and Loki chuckled, “You’ll have to find out tomorrow dove. Look at my back, you’ll know then.” He teases, referring to the scratch marks along his back. “Go to sleep darling, you’ll see me again soon enough.” He smiles, kissing her forehead as she lays down and lets her eyes slide shut.

***

When her eyes open, she smiles. Rose leaps out of bed and dresses in a white and gold silk dress. Stepping into the hallway, Thor is nowhere to be found. “Excuse me but where is Thor?” Rose asks a guard, “The infirmary, Lady Rose, I can take you there if you’d like.” The guard offers and Rose nods. Entering the infirmary Rose sees Thor next to a woman with brown hair, “Thor?” Rose says, and he turns to look at her. “Good Morning Rose, this is Jane. She has a massive and powerful energy coursing through her, we’ve come to find out what it is.” Thor explains and Rose looks down at the woman and smiles. She glances between Rose and Thor and Rose smiles, “no Thor is my friend, one of my closest friends actually. I’m here for his brother- Loki.” Rose explains and her expression turns to anger. “You’re with Loki? That murderous, raving violent ass-” “Good morning Lady Rose, isn’t it time for your visit with Loki?” Odin smiles as he walks in, Rose smiles and bows before following a guard out of the room and down to the dungeons.

Her face widens in a smile when Loki comes into view, entering his cell Rose wraps her arms around him immediately. Rose smiles shyly as Loki lifts the bottom of his shirt just enough for her to see a few red scratches. A blush crawls over her face as Loki chuckles, wrapping his arms around her. Rose looks through Loki’s books as he sits back against his bench and watches her fondly. “You know having a King for a Father must be intimidating.” Rose comments and Loki scowls, “I wouldn’t know I never met my Father.” He says and Rose’s eyebrows raise, “I’m a Jotunn, a Frost Giant. I was taken by Odin when he decimated my people and my father Laufey cast me out.” Loki explains, “you’re a Frost Giant? Aren’t they big and well- blue?” Rose asks, remembering when Thor used to talk about them.

“Yes but I’m quite talented with Illusion Magic. I can choose to appear however I wish, my Mother told me when I was a baby Odin transformed my skin so I would blend in with Asgardian’s. Only touching a relic of the Jotunheim will bring out my true skin.” Loki explained, and Rose sat next to him, “but Thor described the Jotunn’s as though they’re monsters, you’re not a monster.” Rose asked and Loki’s eyes were cast to the ground. “If you think that’s true then you don’t know me very well.” Loki said coldly, and Rose felt taken aback. “But I do know you, I know who you really are. You can be the person I see in you, kind, giving, loyal, a true hero to the people.” Rose said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Lady Rose we are having an emergency and we need to escort you to safety.” A guard said and Loki said. “She’s already safe, leave her with me.” Loki demanded, “Sorry sir, Thor’s direct orders were to bring her to him immediately.” One of the guards said while the other entered the cell and gently grabbed Rose’s arm.

“Loki!” Rose called as they took her out of the cell and towards the stairs. Loki can hear the screams of dying men and the clash of swords in the direction they were taking her, “please leave her here! You’re bringing her into danger!” Loki yelled, anger building in his veins. Rose looked back at Loki as she disappeared up the stairs and Loki felt nothing but absolute and utter panic in his veins. “Rose!” Loki called helplessly, listening to the sound of screaming. Rose was hauled along by the soldiers, seeing big elves in heavy armor cutting down all the Asgardian soldiers. “Oh my God,” She whispered as the guards finally delivered her to Thor. “Rose, thank goodness you’re okay.” Thor breathed, “This is my Mother Frigga- go with her she will keep you safe.” Thor instructs and Rose is taken away with Frigga. Loki paces in his cell as the battle has made its way to the dungeons, and he has nothing but fear and anger in his veins. If she were here with him he’d be able to protect her. Thor takes a step towards Loki’s cell- relieved to see he’s still in there and alive. “Where is she? I swear if you get her killed-” Loki growled.

“She’s alive and well brother, she’s gone with Mother.” Thor snapped but Loki’s heart didn’t stop pounding wildly in his chest. Rose hid in Jane’s room with Frigga, fighting off a large snow elf. Jane’s eyes were red as Malekith held Frigga by her throat, and drove a sword into her abdomen. Everything went black when one of them slammed their sword into the back of Rose’s head and she crumpled to the floor. Thor lifted Rose to his arms and carried her to the infirmary where she stayed for 3 days. Loki couldn’t sleep, or eat, or drink. He sat with his head in his hands and his palms shaking. He can still those cursed words, words informing him that not only had his mother been murdered but the woman he lov- cared deeply for, was also in the infirmary. Loki continued to ask the guards how she is and if Rose is still alive, he hates that he can’t be there with her- that he has to go every agonizing second without knowing whether or not she’s okay.

On the 3rd day when Rose awoke, Thor had come to the conclusion that he was going to need Loki’s help. He had put together the whole plan and only needed to get Loki to agree. Helping Rose out of bed, Thor filled her in on what he needed to do. “I don’t know a way to get out of Asgard without attracting Odin’s attention, but Loki does. He has many secret passageways on and off the planet. I’ll need to break him out- which means you’ll need to come with us. Odin told Loki if he escapes you’ll be executed.” Thor explained and Rose’s throat closed. “You think he’d really do it?” Rose asked and Thor nodded, “if it meant putting Loki in his place, he’d do anything.” Going down the stairs into the dungeons, Rose’s heart broke when she saw that Loki was practically unaffected by the fact that she was in the infirmary. Does he not care about her? When Loki saw her however tears were in his eyes, “hello darling.” He said with a smile and before she could reply- Thor did. “Enough Illusions brother.” And an Illusion melted away revealing destroyed furniture, the books shredded apart and broken glass as well as blood coming from the bottom of Loki’s foot. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were red and puffy.

After explaining what he needs to do Loki immediately refuses, “no, I can’t put Rose in danger.” Loki says, “she’s in danger if I go, she’ll be executed or worse slain by one of those damned elves.” Loki snapped and Rose crouched down to look at him. “Loki please, I’ll stay right by you the entire time I swear.” Rose begged and Loki looked over at her, already giving in. “Fine, but if anything happens to you-” “It won’t.” Rose smiled. Loki felt in his gut that this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t say no to her. He was still pulling away from her, a God and a Mortal were never meant to be. They were destined to be a tragedy right from the start and even in New York he knew getting close to her was dangerous but he just couldn’t stop himself.

***

Loki watched as the sword dug through his chest, but he felt no pain. It was better if Rose thought he was dead, he can’t love her. She’s mortal he can’t live without her- he just can’t. He can’t do that to her. Let her lose him instead of him losing her. Rose’s hands flew to her face as Loki collapsed back. The wound seeping with blood, “no, no I-” Rose stammered unable to speak. It felt as though her entire world was crumbling to pieces in front of her. “Loki please no,” Rose cried as he stuttered through breaths- this can’t be happening. His hand reached up and brushed along her cheek as his body turned a ashy blue and his eyes closed. A scream erupted from Rose’s lungs, ripping through the barren wasteland as tears ran down her cheeks. Heavy sobs overtook her as her head fell against his chest, her hands dug into her hair on either side of her head. Rose cried and screamed and held that little silver necklace in her hands, her face buried in his chest. Thor took a step towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “We can’t leave him here!” She cried as Thor helped her up. “We have no choice,” Thor said, tears in his eyes as he looked back at his little brother.

Everything went by in a blur, she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything or anyone and all the weeks later that she finally made her way back home and knocked on the door Tony yanked that door open and engulfed her in a tight hug. “Jesus Christ never disappear on me ever again. ‘Hey Tony going to Asgard home soon’? How is that supposed to ease my conscious?” Tony said, half joking, half scolding. When she doesn’t respond Tony pulls her back and looks at her, “what happened?” He asked- shutting the door behind her. “Loki- he...he’s dead.” Rose whispered, tears building in her eyes again. Tony’s face showed a mixture of emotions, but despite how he feels he pulls her in for a tight hug, knowing she loved him. She leaned against him, letting tears flow down her cheeks and her body shook with tears.

Years went by, and Rose began training with Doctor Strange, learning how to harness the mystical arts, anything to get her mind off of how much her heart ached. She hated being alive every second of everyday and every night was plagued with nightmares- memories of him. Everything just hurt so much- without him life itself was meaningless. She’d become quite talented at opening gates but that was about all she could do- Doctor Strange said her heart was too troubled for the more complicated magic. She didn’t want to fall asleep, knowing the dreams won’t stop- but her eyes slid shut as she gave in to sleep. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He smiled, and she can feel it gauging her heart as he moved about the dream, looking at her and she feels like he’s looking right through her. It’s agonizing, she sees his smile, hears his chuckle and his voice. “I’m exactly where I want to be,” Loki smiles, and Rose can see his eyes soften when he looks at her. She sees his shoulders relax- she notices things she missed the first time she met him. She took times like that for granted, not knowing he would be taken from her so soon. It’s not fair. Tears slide down her cheeks as the image of him swirls and disappears and then she’s standing in that room filled with moonlight. The light illuminating his face, and his crystal blue eyes. She watches as he hovers above her as he did that night and she closes her eyes- willing the memory away. When she opens her eyes, there’s his body. Cold and abandoned in the dusty planet she left it on, she screams and cries- collapsing to her knees. Every night it’s this, going through memories before this one appears before her and she loses herself all over again.

Rose sits up in bed, sweat dripping down her forehead and tears still wet on her cheeks. Her chest is heaving as sobs force through her body- she can’t live like this anymore. She wipes away the tears and takes a shower, throwing on some clothes before heading to see Doctor Strange. He doesn’t mentor her in magic much anymore- but he still teaches her things about incantations. She goes over there now mostly because he’s her friend, and he takes her mind off Loki. Learning things from him gives her life purpose again. Stepping into the living room she opens a gate to his door and steps through in front of his door, closing the gate behind her. She turns and knocks on the door and Doctor Strange opens the door and smiles. “Sleep well?” He asks- knowing full well she didn’t. She glared at him before taking off her jacket, “for that you can hang up my jacket, no cheating.” Rose said, raising a brow. Steven smiled taking her jacket and hanging it on the hook. Rose laughed at his annoyed expression before hitting the books. “What are we doing today?” She asked eagerly causing Steven to raise his brows at her, “eager are we? As it so happens- nothing. Care for some tea?” He asks and Rose rolls her eyes, “nothing? Again?” She complains.

“You don’t have to come over Ms. Stark,” Steven smiles, knowing she’s going to argue with him. She’s ornery, a real spitfire sometimes. “I come over because I want to, don’t give me that crap!” She snaps, her expression turning annoyed. Steven chuckled as they drank tea and read books, this is what they do mostly. At first she was going through lessons every day but not so much anymore- now they act like a married couple that’s been together for 80 years. They sit, drink tea, and read. But just being near Steven helps take her mind off Loki. A loud pounding on the door interrupts them, “Rose won’t you go get that for me?” Steven asks and Rose nods, standing and making her way to the door. Swinging it open she sees Thor. “Thor?” She asks, her smile widening- he engulfs her in a tight hug and spins her around. “What are you doing here?” He asks and Rose smiles as Steven comes into view. “I’m a friend of Doctor Strange.” She answers and Thor looks confused, “who?” “Uh, oh!” She exclaims seeing Steven behind her, “uh Thor this is Doctor Steven Strange, Steven this is Thor.” She introduced the two men as they smiled and greeted each other politely. Steven leaned in close to Rose, “go read that letter from Odin once more, I seem to have forgotten where he’s off to.” Steven lied, and Rose nodded.

In all honesty, he wanted a chance to get Thor and Loki out of here before she got back, he didn’t want her knowing Loki was alive- knowing she’d run off again and get herself killed. Plus Tony Stark was adamant that Steven keep her safe at all costs. But she returned just as Thor said “I guess I’ll be needing my brother back.” Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as Steven opened the portal and from it dropped Loki. “What?” Rose stammered, causing all eyes to turn to look at her. She made her way down the stairs towards Loki, “how- you...you died.” Rose said with tears in her eyes, “He faked his death Rose.” Thor explained before Loki could say anything. “Darling-” Loki started before she slapped him, tears streaming down her face. Rose turned and yanked the portal towards them- sending them all through it and to Norway. “Darling-” Loki started but Rose ignored him, turning and walking towards Odin with Thor. She couldn’t bare to look at him much less speak to him, how could he do that to her?

***

The next time Rose found the strength to look him was at Sakaar when the GrandMaster had led them to their own room. “Darling, can you please look at me?” Loki begged, but Rose just felt so torn up she couldn’t barely speak without being choked by tears. “You- you faked your own death, do you have any idea what that did to me?” Rose spoke, her voice low and tears threatening to spill over. “Am I a game to you Loki? Am I a goddamn game? You think it’s fun to play with my emotions?” Rose cried, turning to look at him- a dangerously angry look in her eyes. “No darling of course not, I was going to tell you when the time was right-” He started but Rose laughed bitterly. “Seriously? You shouldn’t have done it at all! Why- why on Earth would you torment the people you love like that? You destroyed us, me and Thor.” Rose cried and Loki for the first time actually thought she might leave him because of this.

“I didn’t tell you because I can’t let myself care about you Rose, you will die and I’ll have to go on living without you!” Loki yelled, tears stinging his eyes. “That’s what you put me through! The dreams I had every single night was that you?” Rose asked, praying he would say no, praying he didn’t give her those dreams. “I thought they would help you heal-” He started but was cut off by Rose turning away from him- digging her fingers into her hair. This isn’t happening he didn’t actually do this her. This is another nightmare, just another nightmare. “You tormented me for years Loki! I wanted to die, I couldn’t live without you, I was in agony every single day just wishing a truck would hit and kill me!” Rose yelled, looking back at him. “I’m sorry Rose I really am,” Loki said but Rose couldn’t take it anymore. “Loki if you don’t say something better than ‘I’m sorry’ then I am going to walk out that door and you’ll never see me again.” Rose snaps, her voice weak from tears.

Loki looks almost panicked, he stays silent as Rose brushes past him with tears in her eyes and at the last minute he turns and grabs her arm, “Darling please wait. I say I’m sorry because that’s all I have. I don’t have anything better, I’m sorry I was a coward and ran away from how I feel, I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ve done a lot of horrible things to a lot of innocent people, and I’ve never known guilt until I met you. You’ve awakened a side of me I was worried died a long time ago, Rose you are my strength and my weakness. You make me feel alive, and hollow. You are something I’ve never known in my entire life so I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry I was selfish. When I say ‘I’m sorry’ its the most sincere thing I can and will ever say.” Loki says, near begging and Rose’s eyes widen. She takes a step towards him, pressing her lips to his and just holding him- letting herself celebrate the fact that he’s alive. “I’m still upset, I don’t know if that’s something I’ll ever be able to forgive but I...” She closes her eyes, steeling her nerves as she looks at him again, “I love you. And I don’t want to lose you again.” Loki smiles and wraps his arms around her, “I love you darling, and admitting it has been the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

***

Rose watches with tears in her eyes as Thanos approaches her, Loki standing and watching him press a stone to Rose’s head. Rose starts screaming, the pain like fire through her skull, “alright enough!” Loki yells, tears in his eyes and a defeated and empty look on his face. Thanos turns to Loki and takes the Space Stone from the Tesseract. Loki looks back at Rose, smiling sadly knowing one of them isn’t going to make it out of this alive. Loki smiles and fake offers Thanos a chance to let him be his guide on Earth, but when the opportunity presents itself he whips out a knife and attempts to stab Thanos, Thanos freezes him and lifts him by the throat. Rose watches with wide eyes, tears down her cheeks as she knows this is real. This isn’t an illusion, that’s really Loki. With a squeeze his neck breaks, and his body is tossed in front of her and Thor, this isn’t real. Tears stream down her face as everything feels empty, she can’t of lost him again, she can’t go through that again. He sacrificed his life so that her and Thor may be spared.

This can’t be happening.

***

“Tony, don’t!” Rose screams as she watches him snap his fingers, and she sees the power scorch half his body and tears stream down her face. Rose stands and sprint towards him, seeing Aliens turning to dust around her, including Thanos. She kneels in front of Tony, “what did you do?” She cries, “I lost Loki I can’t lose you too.” She sobs as Rose helps him stand and move him. Pepper helps her set him down as the rest surround them. “Tony, please we’ll get you help we’ll-” But he cuts Rose off, “I’m proud of you tot. Love you kiddo,” He breathes, growing weaker. Everyone else’s words are nothing as she hears only blood rushing in her ears and her own rapid heartbeat, when his eyes close another scream erupts from her lungs. Sobs over take her as she completely loses herself.

Mom.

Dad.

Loki.

Tony.

She has absolutely nothing left, no one left. Besides Morgan, that’s all she has. Rose’s body shakes as she cries, her face on Tony’s shoulder. Her body may be working, and her heart pumping but she’s dead. Thanos took everything from her, everything. Rose digs her hands into her hair, and screams.

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Magnolia Seven-Seven

Chapter Three: Too Much of a Bad Thing

Summary: Magnolia is like every other city, full of traffic jams and hoards of people. When Captain Gajeel and Detectives Gray and Natsu get involved with a shady crime boss that seems to have the whole crime ring in his back pocket, they need a little more backup to bring him down: i.e ADA Lucy Heartfilia, Evidence Technician Levy McGarden, and Caffeinator Juvia Lockster.

Rating: M for adult situations and language

A/N: Hey guys. It’s been a while, huh? I’ve been busy planning my wedding and taking care of some elderly family members. I didn’t have much time to write...or the will to.

Recently, my brother had an accident and he didn’t make it. I’ve been kinda lost for a bit, hence me going through some old drafts and trying to pick up writing again. Here’s to trying.

Be warned, there is some heavy adult themes in this chapter: Drug use, sexual implications, classic CSI. We can’t have all sunshine and rainbows in this M-77 ride!

Previous Chapters: One Two

“Have you ever, you know, tried to be anything more than an over-sized child?”

Gray leaned back slightly in the booth, swallowing down his pizza with a few chugs of soda. Cheese strings hung from his lips, swinging like willow branches in the wind.

“Uh, no?” he said, slurping them up and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He didn’t mind the stains, making a mental note to dump half a bottle of stain remover into the laundry. “Since when did this make you feel childish?”

The man sighed, glancing over to the giant mouse currently dancing with a toothy five year old wearing a party hat. Or, more like some guy in a mouse costume, the mascot of the place.

“Chuckie Cheese. Really Gray? How much longer are we going to pretend like we are the same old kids?”

Gray scowled, laying the pizza on the pastel plate and leaned in close, brow twitching. “Oh? Is that so? Then why are you holding on to all those tickets, Lyon? Give’em to me.”

Lyon paled, scrambling to grab the pile of pink tickets from Gray’s seeking hands, nearly leaping from the booth. “Wait-let’s not get hasty! I earned these.”

“Come on, give the over-sized child what he wants.” Gray teased lightly, making a show of reaching further and laughing when Lyon slapped his hands away.

“Only you are the over-sized child here. Ultear would back me up on this!” Lyon laughed, rolling the tickets around his wrist. He could never be too careful with Gray. He was nosy as hell and loved to ‘borrow’ stuff. If he got his grubby hands on these tickets, Lyon could kiss his Captain Planet power ring set goodbye. “Too bad she didn’t come, huh?”

Gray rolled his eyes, grabbing another slice of pizza instead and digging in. “Yeah, something about a meeting in the capital. Jeez, she could have just said she didn’t want to come.”

“Yeah, well being a senator makes her too busy for her brothers nowadays. You know she would have kicked your ass in skee ball.” Lyon said, taking another slice for himself.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Gray sighed. “She’s always had a stick up her ass. I don’t know how her and Ur were related.”

Lyon blinked at the name, glancing up to stare at Gray for a second before returning his attention to the pepperonis. “But she’s always treated us like her brothers, even after Ur passed.”

Gray frowned, his mood turning somber. “On second thought, I can see the relation.”

Lyon licked his lips, glancing down to the chipped wooden table with the faded logo before speaking again. “Speaking of Ultear, I have some good news to share, although she will hear about it from my texts...I’ve almost got enough money to do it! Meredy and I counted our assets just the other day.”

Gray glanced up, broken from the somber mood in a heartbeat, his grin wide. “Finally going to be a big boy and get a real job?”

Lyon pouted, flicking pizza crust at Gray, unsurprised when the man caught it and ate it in less than five seconds. After all, it was Gray that said even adopted siblings shared the cooties. Plus, with the animals that were his roommates, Lyon was sure Gray got over whatever little germophobia he had. He had once watched Natsu ingest a hole can of expired green beans, crowing about going to Valhalla as he did so. His younger adopted brother learned by examples, after all.

“Lay off. Uber eats is a fine job! I make enough to get by and save. Meredy also makes good tips at Moe’s.” Times had been rough before, but the future was bright in Lyon’s eyes. They finally got it turned around without the constant offer of help from Ultear and Gray. Old debts were getting paid. He could make it by on his own.

“You don’t even have a car. You deliver by bike.” Gray deadpanned.

“For now! I almost have enough to buy that old building off on Waters Street. Then, the era of Vastia’s Realty will dawn! Vastia will sell your house fast-ia!” The moment it slogan rolled off his tongue, Gray’s cheeks inflated, his poor attempt to stifle his laughter failing. Lyon sighed.

“D-Did’ja...pfft, think of that by yourself?” Gray wheezed, slow clapping. “It really...shows your passion.” He broke into a fit of laughter.

“It’s still in the works.” Lyon dismissed coolly, mildly put off by his brother’s lack of enthusiasm.

“Oi, I think you’ll be great...just, leave the marketing to Meredy. That slogan was pretty rough.” Gray rolled his shoulders, adopting a contemplating expression before speaking, “Come to Vastia Realty and meet the most interesting realtor in the world! How about that?”

To be honest, Lyon did kind of like it. But, Gray actually being helpful was fishy in itself. “And how would I back that up?”

Gray’s smile turned wolfish. Ah, here it comes. “We can hang baby pictures of you up in the lobby and tell stories like how you wet the bed until you were-”

“Okay, let’s not.” Lyon interrupted a little louder than he wanted. Some mother shot them a withering glare before turning her attention back to her tot trying to count tickets. “I like the ‘most interesting realtor’ pitch, but let’s leave out the rest.”

Gray shrugged, helping himself to the pitcher of soda. “Suit yourself. I thought it had flare.” He waggled his free hand in a poor rendition of ‘the ol’ razzle dazzle’.

Lyon flashed a pointed tongue at him. “You would. You’ve always had bad taste...and a stripping habit!” he added as Gray fidgeted with his shirt, lifting it up past his pectorals. Lyon swore he could hear the indignant whispers of mothers all around. “Stripping is bad enough. Stripping in front of kids is worse.”

To his credit, Gray paled and shoved his shirt back down. “Still haven't kicked that habit. Remember when we tried out for the swim team and asked Ur to train us?”

Lyon blinked, a wistful smile crossing his face. How could he ever forget anything that had to do with Ur? “I do. I remember her telling us about when she was an olympic swimmer and how she would train. And like fools, we asked her to push us and push us hard.”

Gray let his face fall into his palms. “Oh, that was the worst decision we ever made. Remember when we had to ‘think speed’? Strip down to our shorts as fast as we could, then sprint at and dive into the water? She made us run that drill until I strip out of habit!”

His brother laughed softly, eyes gleaming with fond memories as well. Something about Gray eating it one day with his pants half off. That was hilarious. “Yeah, but it got us on the swim team. Ur was so proud.”

“The little league swim team. I don’t know why she had our team pictures on the fridge.” Gray chuckled, pushing his empty plate away, shifting on the uncomfortable booth seat.

“She was proud because we set out and did it. For the first time, her two lost boys found a way with pure grit.” Lyon said, staring into his glass of ice water. “We weren’t lost anymore.”

The silence that stretched after that lingered long after the pizza had grown cold. Lyon could see the grease of the cheese start to coagulate, the pepperoni curling up as it dried.

“So-” Lyon finally said, his voice a croak “-what is Gray Fullbuster up to these days? I yakked about my plans. What are yours?”

Gray blinked, at odds with the fact that for once with Lyon, he didn’t have the heart to brag about his life. Not after remembering all that was in their childhood. Ur wouldn’t want them putting each other down.

“Well...the guys and I have this new case. Natsu is raring to go as usual, but he put both of us into a produce cart when we were in a chase. I told you about Lucy, right?”

Lyon nodded with a small smile. “Still not giving him the time of day?”

Gray grinned. “You got it, but I see her easing up. I think that asshole enjoys giving chase to her.”

Both men sighed, Lyon rolling his eyes. “That guy is something else.”

“Yeah, well, he’s takin’ to quoting Shakespeare at her...incorrectly. So that’s a thing. Gajeel, well, still has a steel rod up his ass but he keeps us in line.” Gray sighed, looking at his watch, mildly uncomfortable sharing anymore details. “At this rate we are gonna be here for dinner.”

Lyon started, glancing at his own phone in surprise. “Whoa, I’m late. I got an extra gig and I still have to run home and change.”

“Run, Lyon, run.” Gray teased.

“Shaddup Gray.” Lyon snapped as he stood, flopping a measly two dollars onto the table.He paused, looking grim as he dug deeper into his ratty wallet, pursing his lips as his search continued to be fruitless.

“Oi, I got it.” Gray said finally, “Get going. Next time, I treat you to this really great coffee shop.”

Flashing a grateful smile, Lyon slid his wallet into his pockets quickly, bumping fists with his brother before whipping around and hustling away. Watching him go, Gray rolled his eyes, fishing out his own wallet, not in the least peeved.

After all, he had plenty of time to pester Lyon to pay him back.

Some people didn’t just have days off. No rest for the wicked. That sort of thing. As Gajeel leaned closer to the stack of paperwork he had on his desk, it didn’t make the sort of difference he wanted. The stack was still tall, and half of it wasn’t his own.

Damn that Detective Fullbuster for putting in a day off right under his nose when he fell behind on paperwork. He had better things to do that pick up the slack!

At least Natsu did his paperwork on time...with doodles for ‘extra credit’ as he called them. Some of them were little stick people getting eaten by dragons, others were of miscellaneous things like cheeseburgers or the scribbles of ‘Mr. Natsu Heartfilia’.

God, he was pathetic.

Gajeel let his forehead smack the desktop, once, twice, a third time for extra assurance before he took up his pen again, signing away. Register evidence to the locker? Check. Release personal items to families? Check. Release news to press? Fuck that, the vultures can find it on their own!

The stack loomed over him, reminding him of the drill sergeant he had in the academy. It’s been years before anyone actually tore him down to the bare frame, his mind honed in a carefully forged body of muscle. Sure, he was a little rebellious back then and needed a lot of work, but he had people to put him back on the right path.

So did Fullbuster and Dragneel.

Gajeel sneered at the memories of the three of them, three boys desperate to be changed men. They didn’t realize it at the time, but they all were after the same thing: belonging. As much as it ground his gears in the beginning, they were a pretty good set besides the tiffs every now and then.

They were still fucking morons...but they could be morons together. Absently, he touched his left eye, where Dragneel had given him a black eye once, then is right cheek, where Gray had once slugged him. If anything, Gajeel imagined them to be like brothers, not that he had any desire for some. They kinda just...fell into his lap one day, literally. They had a fight in the mess hall and fell into his lap, knocking his grilled cheese into orbit.

Assholes.

But that’s how they became friends, and he used the term loosely. They paired up for sparring, got stuck in the same bunk area, had the same obstacle courses, and eventually volunteered each other for pepper spray and taser tests. He could still remember Natsu’s cackle when he got to taze Gray, and Gray’s chortles when he got to pepper spray Natsu. He, however, got to taze and spray them both.

Somehow, the fuckers ended up studying with him, comparing notes and giving backhanded advice to each other. They became some funky trio, like the Three Stooges. The two stuck like glue to him. Gajeel could see why.

Natsu, with his fucked up past and his desperate push after his adopted dad’s death, felt alone and clung to the one thing that kept his feet grounded on the right path: the police academy. He was volatile, shouting at instructors and usually running extra laps, but it was all a face to hide the pain. Gajeel had heard of the gang Tartaros before, back when he was young and in the gang life too. He knew of the Black Wizard, the leader, and of his little monster brother, END. It wasn’t until later in the academy that Gray and he learned the truth. That Natsu was one and the same: END. Gray’s snooping habit bit them in the ass, intercepting a letter from a penitentiary. What a mistake. They let Natsu wallop them that time.

But it cleared the air and Natsu slowly came down to the land of actual people.

Gray, well, had an equally screwed up past. The death of his parents by the drug lord, Deloria hit him hard. The foster system dropped him like a hot potato after he started getting picked up in juvie. It was pure luck that a foster mother suitable for assholes like Gray picked him up, adopting him not long after. Gray had a more stable life than he or Natsu, but it shattered just as fast when his mom died, leaving the older sister to care for them. From what he knew, Gray’s brother started getting into trouble where as Gray pulled himself up by his bootstraps.

As for himself, well, he was naturally a troublemaker. Which of course drew those dweebs to him like flies to food.

Then they graduated, moved into a rented house together, and lived happily fucking after. That was nearly five years ago. Which is how long it’ll take him to finish this paperwork!

With a snarl, Gajeel shoved a stack aside, just barely stopping himself from pushing just a little more so it all toppled into the garbage. Gray would be in so much shit, but then his leadership would look bad too. With all the faith this department put into his sorry ass, that was unacceptable.

He signed away paper after paper, not bothering to check the clock. The stack began to shrivel, still a formidable size for Gray to deal with tomorrow.

Was he allergic to paperwork or something? Why was it so hard? All he had to to was not read and just sign. Then, he got to get yelled at for not reading. It wasn’t rocket science.

He supposed that he got stuck with them as punishment, for what, he didn’t know. It was shitty, shitty karma.

He glanced up for a moment, freezing as he stared out of the glass of his office and into the halls. Or rather, in the conference room beyond the hall.

It was a quiet room, one designated for detective use only. Cork boards and whiteboards decorated the walls, all meant for cases. There were a few desks too, but the main table was an oval, situated where one would see the biggest whiteboard.

Inside, fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching away in frustration, stood Natsu. He faced down the largest cork board, photos and sticky notes plastered all over. Even from a distance, Gajeel could see the red yarn that Natsu favored, tied around thumb tacks and drawing lines. It was old fashioned but effective; Natsu being a hands on-learner requiring more of the old fashioned.

By the looks of it, he wasn’t making headway on whatever case he was looking at. Be it the increased car thefts or the increased amounts of misdemeanor crimes. It was looking like he had no headway in either.

Though, the same could be said for Gray as well. No leads on the increased drug trade or the sudden flux of counterfeit money in the city now. But he didn’t see Gray on the edge of a mental breakdown.

Or...kicking a chair over.

The clatter was lost over the distance and walls between, but Gajeel saw Natsu cringe at the sound, calming immediately. That guy...mind like a steel trap but still with a temper.

He watched Natsu move, gently setting the chair upright once more before returning to the board looking more pensive.

Gajeel didn’t get to squint and take a peek at what Natsu was dealing with, because a figure crossed his sights, passing between the rooms through the hall. Orange sweater with a yellow headband, blue hair. His heart sputtered, his mind cleared of any questions about Natsu’s cases. Levy slowed, turning her head to look at him, eyes locking on.

Time slowed for a moment before she sent that smile. Fuck, now he was blushing and squirming in his seat. He had time, right? Paperwork could wait. Those manly butterflies were back, strumming electric guitars and singing ‘shooby doo’.

They dropped like lead, however, when Levy blinked, glanced to his door, and flushed the brightest shade of red. He heard the knock echo in his head as Levy looked to the floor and scurried away, taking his music with her.

There went that.

“Come in.” he grumbled, pretending to be working and schooling his face back into a scowl. Who dared come through his door?

“Redfox.” Oh fuck.

“Scarlet.” he greeted, praying his brow didn’t have sweat. She was oblivious to most things but the scent of fear. She was viciously scary without trying, the air around her heavy with threat.

She smiled and he relaxed. No, she didn’t know.

“Enjoying your day?” she mused, eyeing his completed stack with approval in her face. “You’ve certainly been busy.”

He would have been busy with something else if she hadn’t darkened his doorway. Someone else.

“Eh, yer definition of enjoying varies from mine.”

The smile stayed. So she was amused? Wha-

“So you forgot about your court appearance, I suppose?”

His stomach bottomed out, eyes tearing to the clock. He wasn’t- aw shit he was late. Standing up, his chair rolled back as he scrambled around the desk, accidentally getting his foot stuck in the wastebasket. A curse on his lips, he kicked it away, stumbling his way over to the door. Erza stepped aside with that stupid smirk. If only he could wipe it away.

Ah.

“Finish up my paperwork for me, thanks Scarlet.” he said, flashing a sneer of his own. If anything made her frown, it was paperwork.

The smirk widened, like a hyena with a plot. “Me? Why Detective Dragneel happens to be right across the hall. I’m sure he has the time. I’ll do you a favor and pass it along.” With a toss of her hair, she nodded to the door. “Well? Get moving!”

A shiver crawled down Gajeel’s spine. Well, he tried! Without even glancing at Natsu and sending a mental apology, Gajeel hustled away, knowing he’ll be forgiven by Natsu after a punch or two...but never by Lucy if he left her hanging, not until he bought her a new law book.

“Ms. Heartfilia, could you please get off your plane of existence and explain your point frankly?”

Gods, she was so tired, her eyes burned like she opened them in the ocean. It wasn’t her fault that they couldn’t follow the leads she was laying down. She spent days getting this evidence, days arguing it in court, and at this point it will be longer. She literally just proved this guy guilty while speaking plainly.

Oh well, she forgot that some people never went to law school. She looked at the jury, embarrassment flooding her at the blank looks that greeted her. Oh, maybe she did overdo it.

Judge Fernandes seemed to have followed her but he was just as on par with her trail as she was.

“Of course, your Honor.” she allowed, closing her eyes and taking a breath in. Okay, simplify.

“The evidence against Mr. Prominence is overwhelming. He has DNA evidence linking him to no less than ten missing women this year alone. Of the most recent: Millianna Gato, Susan Farlow, and Michelle Starbrooke. All three of high school age and interested in a summer internship. An internship sponsored by Mr. Prominence, himself.”

Lucy breathed in, and instantly regretted it.

“Objection!” Bora’s defense growled, spittle flinging from his lips.

“On what grounds?” Judge Fernandes asked.

“I object on the grounds that Ms. Heartfilia is trying to sway the jury through plain statements that hold no full proof that my client is in fact guilty of these girl’s disappearances.” He was still slinging spit, like a leaking faucet.

Lucy scowled. Of course she was trying to sway the jury. It was her job. What kind of crackpot lawyer did this guy hire?

Judge Fernandes seemed to have the same idea. “Overruled. There have been no full statements from Ms. Heartfilia that directly accuse Mr. Prominence. Ms. Heartfilia, proceed.”

“Thank you, your Honor.” Lucy said graciously. “As I was saying, this internship, if you recall, took young and ambitious girls that dreamed of becoming models and promised a study abroad trip that the internship funded should the girl not be able to provide.”

She stepped closer to the jury, moving her hand in sweeping gestures as she continued, “Prosecution has presented bank statements linking Mr. Prominence to the girl’s tickets purchases, evidence that the girls met with him before their disappearances, and evidence that these girls have been sold as slaves to Bosco with handwritten receipts.” Honestly, he wanted to get caught. He never wiped the hard drives before police seized them. He filed printed bank statements in a cabinet. He was the most self-incriminating criminal she had ever seen in court.

“If the jury desires, I can present even more evidence-” she began, freezing when the Judge coughed.

“Ms. Heartfilia, we are out of time. I will adjourn until a later date. I will take a parting statement.”

Crap. She took too long.

“Of course, your Honor. I only leave the reminder that should the jury wish, I will present more evidence to support a sentence.”

She thought she heard a groan from some of the jury. They should fear. She won’t take ‘not guilty’ for an answer. Those girls deserved as much.

“Indeed,” Judge Fernandes conceded, “something the jury will deliberate next session. This court will adjourn until next Wednesday at eight AM.” His gavel hit the desk and instantly Lucy relaxed her muscles.

“Officer Redfox, now that you have joined us, please escort Mr. Bora Prominence to the detention officers.”

Lucy tensed all over again, whirling around and watching Gajeel sheepishly move from the aisle to enter the floor, fishing out his cuffs. So he did show up! She hadn’t seen him at all during the defense nor when she took the floor. Meaning, he was late when he promised not to be. Judging by the way he avoided her pinpoint gaze, she figured he knew she noticed.

Sounds of the jury standing and shuffling to the back room echoed through the courtroom; the polished wood that accented every inch of the room made it reverberate like they stood inside a drum.

It was the music of dismissal, the melody of justice that she had become accustomed to since her internships.

A sigh on her breath, Lucy wandered back to her table, trying to gather her chaos back into her briefcase. Today was yet another day of frustration potent enough for her to get messy with paperwork. This trial has been going on forever and truth be told, she was even tired of it. The jury was wilting, looking bored each and every day now. No matter how much evidence she dug up, the defense barely managed to counter.

This trial was a joke. What a waste of her precious time.

By the time she latched her case and slung it over her shoulder, Gajeel had returned, holding open the gate that separated observers from the court.

“You were late.” she said, stepping through and pausing for him to follow.

His gaze averted for a second before he met her eyes. “Yeh, I figured ya noticed.” He flashed her a grin, ruffling her hair and snorting when she squealed, “My hair!”

“Sorry bunny girl, I had to cover Fullbuster’s paperwork and Dragneel was busy with his cases. Time ran away, I guess.” It was true...enough he supposed.

Lucy smiled, walking alongside him through the halls. “Well, that’s acceptable. Nobody got rowdy this time.” She brushed strands of hair from her face, eyes drifting to the old tile floor as her heels clacked on it. “And, I’m not surprised to hear that Gray skimped out of work...or how hard Natsu is working.” She laughed lightly then, “They are something else, huh?”

Gajeel rolled his eyes, grumbling, “Oh yeah, something else, alright. Both are moronic monkeys on my back.” Bringing up his hand, he scratched at his chin, scowling at a point along the farthest walls. “Gray’s hidin’ something. He’s always texting someone, not saying who it is. He’s starting to be absent from dinner and sometimes not coming home at night.”

Lucy blinked, staring up at Gajeel before a sly look crossed her face. “Oh~.” she hummed, a glint in her eyes. “Getting worried, are you? Gajeel, I never expected you to be a mother hen!”

She was teasing, but it grated his nerves enough to flash her a glower. “Careful what you say, bunny girl. I won’t stand for that kinda talk.”

Lucy stuck her tongue out at him. But instead of rising up, Gajeel grinned cheekily and went for a lower blow. “Oh yeah, Dragneel told me to tell ya, ‘What is a drunken man like? Me when I see you.’”

Her face warmed, but she laughed lightly, shaking her head. “He never gets the quotes right.” she sighed, reaching into her purse and pulling out a small composition notebook and her pen. Natsu never got the quotes right, but she would remember every single one.

“I don’t think he realizes I double majored in Law and English literature.” she sighed.

Gajeel shrugged, his lips bordering a sneer now. “If he ever figures out you write down every single one of his botched quotes-”

Lucy smacked his pierced cheeks with her pen, a playful scowl that did not hide her raging blush on her cheeks. “You are sworn to secrecy, crepe chef.”

Gajeel clamped his mouth shut, starting to pout. Ah, checkmate.

“I swear you, Erza and Levy can be wicked. All these women managing to keep me in check. I can’t even make fun of the idiots now.”

He was so full of pizza he felt like he had to roll home. Every time Gray invited him to lunch, he always pigged out. Meredy actually teased him about gaining a few.

Stepping over a pothole in the sidewalk, Lyon walked on with what could only be described as the swagger of a full and confident man. Of all the things he was proud of, deceiving his brother once again was one of them.

He hated it, sure, but lying seemed preferable to actually having Gray disappointed and insisting on helping he and Meredy out financially. He wasn’t a damn child, no matter how he and Gray teased each other.

The realtor business wasn’t even close. Their funds weren’t even in the ballpark. They lived off of ramen and spaghettios. He stole WiFi from his neighbors.Their water was shut off twice this month alone.

Ur would be ashamed and Lyon knew he couldn’t handle the shame in Gray’s eyes too. Ultear was never around much, so his secret stayed safe from her, at least.

Ur’s two perfect children and the one not-so-perfect one.

He and Meredy needed a call soon or they’d fall short on rent again. After just barely squaring it away from being four months in delinquency, the landlord promised to be far less understanding in the future.

He’d do anything to keep her off the streets, cold and hungry.

As if by a miracle, his phone buzzed in his pocket, the ringer long since malfunctioned to forever stay silent. Not like he could afford a better phone anyway.

“Yo.” he greeted coolly after flipping the phone open, effortlessly pulling off his classic ‘Badass™’ look.

The voice on the other side was like an angel, his one kryptonite.

“Hey Darlin’, I was just thinking about y-”

An angel that had some fantastic news, apparently, since she didn’t wait for him to flatter her properly.

“What? A job?” He tried not to sound too overeager. He failed when she gave him the payload.

“A-Are you serious!? Twenty grand just to do that?!”

She spoke again and he had to grasp the wall of the nearest building to prevent him from falling to the earth.

“Each?!”

He felt like Icarus, the boy that fashioned wings of feather and wax to take to the skies, to taste that freedom that had been eluding him for so long. As long as he stayed away from the sun and the tumultuous waves below, he could soar forever.

With Meredy sounding just as thrilled as he, it was hard not to smile. This was they big break. This was their moment.

“Count me in. Where do I need to be?”

Magnolia was a beautiful city, accented mostly by the canals and the gorgeous cathedral. While tourists stuck to the well lit, well patrolled parts, most locals knew where not to be at certain parts of the day. Like now, Main Street would be overflowing with traffic, so much so that cars would clog the intersections because the lights never changed fast or often enough.

It was the case now here in the development district. No local in their right mind would be on Abandoned Row, the street filled with the most abandoned warehouses. Most belonged to Heartfilia Railways, but after the latest stock hit, the company had to sell off a few assets...and abandon some too.

Locals avoided it, so naturally it was the perfect place to do the less than legal things.

He was a little late, so by the time he was speed walking up to the meet point, Meredy was already motioning to a large, unmarked truck to line up with the loading zone. She flashed him a smile, one that never failed to set his heart aflutter, before returning her focus back to the task at hand.

Lyon had just enough time to sidle up to her side, assuring that the warehouse doors were accessible as the truck screeched to a stop. If he had to guess, the left rear axle was needing some serious diagnostics, but that wasn’t his job to care.

Before his sweet Meredy could open her mouth to finally greet him, the door to the truck started unfurling, metal sheets clanking as they rolled up to the top.

Then, Lyon laid his eyes on something as pretty as a heap of stinking garbage.

“Lyon. Meredy.” The man greeted coolly as he kicked out the ramp, steadying it on the loading dock before making his way across the gap. “I see not much has changed around these parts, then.”

“Kageyama.” he said just as icily, pasting on what could only be a leather-like smile. Maybe the corner of his lips started cracking. “Still you, I see.”

Meredy shot him a look out of the extreme peripheral of her eyes, her lips pursed. Ah, right. Manners.

Kageyama threw his head back with a bark of a laugh, no humor behind it at all. “Just as well. I’m only in town to clean up Erigor’s mess and then I’ll be out of your hair.” He kicked at a chock with the point of his shoe, watching the pyramid bounce away and fall down through the gap of the loading dock. “Getting arrested and all. His shit still needs to be shipped.”

“A minor setback, of course.” Meredy spoke finally, tossing her hair and turning to the warehouse door. The lock had already been disposed of, the metal shears left abandoned in the corner. With a dainty kneel, she grasped the handle and lifted with her knees, raising the door up with all the upper body strength she had.

“Gotta like a woman that can bend and lift.” Kageyama mused, grinning wider when Lyon shot him a withering look. “Aw now, I ain’t stepping on your territory, man. Just admiring.”

“You treat her with respect, you-” Lyon began, baring his teeth just a little.

“Boys. I’d like to get home sometime today. Let’s go.” Meredy cut in, giving Lyon yet another meaningful look before turning to enter the dark warehouse, a chuckling Kageyama following behind her.

“Yes Ma’am.”

He waited until Kageyama was deep in the truck, adjusting boxes so that the goods wouldn’t get damaged in transit, before speaking to Meredy in low tones.

“You know I don’t like when you’re disrespected.”

She flashed him a gentle smile, one usually reserved for him in private moments. His breath hitched and her eyes got just a little bit brighter.

“I know, babe. But we gotta keep it together. The Boss needs to keep a firm hold on his business or Mard’s gonna sweep us all out.” Her hands, soft and small, brushed his cheeks as gentle as a summer wind. “Play nice and we’ll be living the high life soon.”

Play nice. Her warning was clear. “Yeah, I got it. It’s kinda nice not having to fight Mard’s shitheads anymore. I get to do business on both turfs now that they came to a truce.”

She hummed, gathering more boxes in her arms. “Right. So, let’s get this truck gone by nightfall, hm?”

He couldn’t find the will to argue with her when she gave him that look. So, he put his head down and pushed, wishing more than anything to watch that truck drive off into the dusk and leave him alone with the one girl that could ever understand him...and a wad full of cash for his best behavior.

He felt he looked quite the part of insane, gazing up and down at the walls of his cell. His fingers were dusted white, as well as his palms. Of course, it wasn’t the white powder he was used to dealing with but when the guard on duty offered something occupy his time other than just singing annoying songs, he couldn’t resist adding substance to his planned insanity plea.

The song that never ended was not a popular choice of tunes for the cops, he supposed.

Half the chalk was gone now, being replaced by repetitive games of tic-tac-toe scribbled all over the walls. He was losing to himself, 130 to 0 if his count was correct.

It was so dull here in his little corner of hell. He had half an urge to lay on the floor and draw out his chalk outline just for giggles. Or maybe imagine it as that pesky Redfox’s outline. That would be something too.

From the open spaces beyond his cell, a throat cleared, and Erigor, ever bored and curious, turned to glance behind him.

White hair fell like waves of silk from her head, her smile ever so sweet as she stood before his prison. The classic police uniform she sported was the same as the guard’s had been, but she wore it like one of those cheesy camera girl bits, her cap tilted to the side and her buttons undone near her throat.

He grinned at her, eyeing her from head to toe, focusing on the tray of food she held out.

“Angel.”

Her grin widened, her eyes fluttering. “Erigor. Good to see you, as always.” She knelt down, sliding the tray through the opening under the gate. “I brought extra. Lord knows they don’t feed anyone enough in this joint.” she mused with a cute giggle.

Erigor didn’t wait, snatching the tray and dragging it to him as he sat cross legged on the floor. A burger and fries, how nice, he thought as he started to smother the bun in mustard and ketchup from the packets provided.

“Thanks doll. Maybe you are good for something other than being the Boss’s hot piece of the week.” he barbed, biting into the burger and watching her reaction as he chewed.

Angel just smiled serenely, letting the insult slide off her back like water off feathers.

“Always such a gentleman, Erigor. I’m charmed.” She followed it up with a bat of her wrist playfully, eyes falling to his food. “Anyway, try the fries. I got em from Fred’s, unsalted of course to make sure they were as fresh as possible. You got salt there to your right.”

Erigor grinned like a cat got the cream kind of way, snatching the salt and practically dumping the whole shaker over the fries. “Thanks. I haven’t eaten all damn day!”

For once, Angel cringed, still watching him from her kneeling position. “You know, too much salt can kill you one day. Maybe you should cut back your consumption a little?”

To reply, Erigor met her eyes and dumped even more salt on his fries before shoveling them into his mouth. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

He was halfway through his burger when something made him freeze mid-chew. His mouth felt dry, his cheeks hot and puffy. With wide, horrified eyes, he stared at Angel, who was smiling gently.

“What? Don’t like tomato?” she asked, watching his now pale face in interest.

Erigor didn’t reply, instead spitting out the chewed mess and scrambling for the bottle of water, chugging noisily. Then, he dropped it and curled on his hands and knees, dry heaving and sobbing. After moments of failure, he dug his fingers into his mouth, reaching for the back of his throat.

“I told you, didn’t I? Too much salt can kill you.” Angel said, still kneeling just outside the cell, watching his every move with calculation. “Although, that wasn’t just salt but really, all I know how to do is spread my legs, right?”

Erigor wheezed, panic aiding in his failure to retch. “Why…?” he managed, losing strength in his limbs alarmingly fast. The sight of her was blurring, his head spinning like he had too much liquor.

She laughed brightly, as if he told her a joke. “He is not too pleased with you, Erigor. Plus, you might squeal to the cops and he can’t risk that, can he?”

He started to convulse, gasping and grunting as his fingers scrambled for the tray. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head, making him more like a grotesque fish out of water than a man.

“Keyes is going to make this look like a natural death and you will be laid to rest like a dog in a backyard. How is that for your so called ‘greatness’?” Angel added, her smile twisting into the cruel gleam he knew was beneath it. So that was how she got her nickname.

He choked on his answer, drool and foam oozing from his dry lips as his body finally collapsed to the floor.

“Remember my name as you pass, Erigor. Angel of Death. I'd love to stay but I have more important things to do than watch you die, you know. Ciao.”

He can’t see, so he isn’t sure if she’s actually gone, but he reached out anyway, dragging his fingers through the smears of mustard and ketchup.

He can’t feel his body anymore, so he isn’t sure if he’s making it clear enough, but he tried anyway, dragging his fingers along the concrete floor.

His eyes rolled back, his last breath like a series of knives in his throat. He stared on, hoping his effort wasn’t wasted as his pulsing ears hear the calls of others echoing all around him.

“Help! Detention Ward!”

With his final moment ticking by, Erigor stared at his ketchup and mustard stained fingers, the colorful ‘AoD’ he scrawled just beyond his vision.

With that, Erigor died, surrounded by nobody on the cold floor of Magnolia’s second district county jail.

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A/A: Perfect Strangers (1/?) AU Fic ~Mature Readers

She saw him watching her. It made her feel a little weird, especially since he looked away whenever she tried to meet his eyes. She knew people’s views on breastfeeding in public varied wildly, from those who would commend to those who would condemn. The fact he was feeding an infant roughly the same age as hers put him somewhere closer to the acceptance side of things.

More like he was attempting to feed the infant, she thought. Once she actually paid attention, she realised he was struggling. As if on cue, the child in his arms let loose with an eardrum shattering screech that made everyone in the area jump. Her own child was startled off her breast and responded with a wail of her own.

“Shhhh,” she cooed. She shifted, fully exposing herself as she repositioned her daughter, pinching and rolling her nipple to encourage the latch. A few feet away, the man with the fussy child gave an exasperated sigh and leaned back, bottle in his hand, his body stiff with frustration, worry, and defeat.

She had seen him around the complex. She didn't know his name, but she was pretty sure he was a musician. And he lived with the nurse, Ann. Now that she realised who he was, she realised she hadn't seen Ann out with the baby for a few days. She'd assumed she'd gone back to work.

She looked down at her own child, her tiny fists pushing against her, refusing to relatch. She ran a finger over the baby’s cheek and found herself wondering what that guy’s story was. He obviously had no idea how to manage the baby by himself. He'd probably never been around kids. What was Ann thinking, leaving the baby with him?

It was clear Ainsley wasn't going to continue feeding, leaving April with her breast swollen. She didn't have her pump with her, but there was nothing to be done about it. Even if the other baby's crying was causing her to leak. That was why she had a padded bra. She put Ainsley in her carrier and put her bra and shirt back to rights. She didn't have anywhere to be, or really anywhere to go but home, but she realised she couldn't do that. Not without at least offering to help. The poor guy was obviously at a loss, and the baby in his arms was beet red from fussing and screaming and fighting. He looked like he wanted to cry too, and she honestly wasn't sure he wasn't going to start if she spoke to him.

"Hey." She moved from where she'd been sitting to sit next to him. He brought his head up to look at her. His eyes were a bright, almost emerald green up close. And shining with the promise of tears. She really hoped he didn't start crying, because how awkward would that be? "I take it you haven't had to feed her much before now?"

He shook his head. "No. Her mom..." He raised the hand that wasn't entirely supporting the child he held, but let it fall as his voice trailed off. "She was, you know. Feeding her." His hand moved again, gesturing toward her breast. "But she's..." He shook his head. Whatever had happened to the baby's mother, it was hard for him to say. Which kind of almost definitely ruled out the possibility that she had simply gone back to work.

"Has she ever taken a bottle before?"

"She drank a little last night. But I had some left from her mom. It's all gone now. This is formula. And I don't think she likes it."

April nodded. She felt for him. She really did. A million scenarios ran through her head, and they all came down to one thing. The baby's mother was gone, out of the picture. Maybe she left, or maybe she died. April had no way of knowing without asking, and she didn't feel that was appropriate. "Would you like me to try?"

He sucked in a breath. "I...yes. Please."

He shifted, holding the baby out so she could take her. "Hey, sweetheart," April said softly. The baby nuzzled against her, and it was obvious to April that she was rooting around for a breast. April took the bottle from the guy, she assumed he was the father, but she was also aware he might not be. Stranger things had happened. He could be an uncle, or a friend, or hell, even though he didn't look terribly old he could be the grandfather. It was possible.

"Here you go, honey," she cooed, and pushed the nipple to get a little milk to pool at the tip so she could rub it on the baby's lips and hopefully get her to take it. She seemed to go for it, but then turned her face away, grunting in frustration. "It's okay, darling. I know it's not what you're used to, but it's the best we can do." Even though her own breasts were leaking in response to the baby's fussing.

She tried again, with the same results. "Okay. This is going to sound crazy," April said. She looked at him, and his big green eyes. She really just wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be all right. "I don't even know your name. But here's the thing. Ainsley didn't finish and I've got more than enough anyway. I can feed her."

"You can do that? I mean, it's..." He frowned, struggling to find the words.

She held the bottle out to him and he took it, sliding it into the diaper bag at his feet. "It's pretty unusual, I think. But yeah. I mean, I don't see why not. They gave me information when I had her about an organisation that takes excess breast milk for infants in need. And I think this one is definitely in need. What's her name, by the way? I'm April."

"Lyric. And I'm Andy," he told her. He tried not to watch as she prepared to take Lyric to her breast, but he was unable to look away. It wasn't even that he'd never seen a woman breastfeed before. But he was mesmerized by it, and by her. She offered her nipple and Lyric latched on without hesitation.

The sudden silence was almost deafening. April stroked the baby's face with the knuckle of her index finger. "There you are, sweet girl. I know you're hungry. it's all right. Take as much as you need." It was kind of surreal to have someone else's infant at her breast, but she was happy to help.

She looked up at Andy. "Hey. It's gonna be okay."

He shook his head. "Is it, though? I mean, I really appreciate what you're doing. But what about when she's hungry again in a few hours and all I have is a bottle."

April shifted a little and reached her hand out to touch Andy's leg. It was a valid question and a legit concern. She wasn't sure how to answer, without getting a little more information. She looked into his eyes, and tried to hold his gaze. "Andy. Where's her mother? What happened to Ann? It is Ann, right? I talked to her a few times, when we were both pregnant. ANd I saw her with the baby a few weeks ago, but I haven't seen her lately."

"She was in a car accident a few days ago," Andy said. He looked down, unable to maintain eye contact. "She...she didn't make it."

"Oh, Andy. I'm so sorry." Was that better or worse than if she'd just walked away like Ainsley's father had done? One morning he left the apartment, and never came home. He sent a text telling her he was leaving town, and don't bother trying to find him, he was trashing the phone before she could even read the message. And that was that. "Listen. the girls are close in age. I think Lyric was born maybe two weeks after Ainsley. And we live in the same block of apartments, so, I mean. I can help out. They say the more you feed, the more milk you produce, so I can feed them both. If, I mean, is that something you'd want to do? I know you don't know me and I don't know you, but..." April looked down at the child suckling from her breast.

Yeah, this was a completely unusual situation. But it felt right. She had to help this guy and this innocent baby whose world had been turned upside down before she was even three months old. It wasn't her fault, and it wasn't Andy's either. He seemed like a good guy. And April sincerely wanted to help him and his little girl.

"I...you'd do that?" The shine of promised tears glistened in his eyes again.

"I mean, yeah. Why force her to take a bottle when she doesn't have to?" Part of her wondered what she was doing, but part of her knew she couldn't just walk away. Lyric and Andy were both innocent victims of a situation that was beyond their control. She had the means to help them, so she was going to help them.

Andy's gaze traveled down to Ainsley sleeping in her carrier seat. "She still wakes up to eat in the middle of the night. I can't ask you to come over and feed her at 3am."

"I have a two bedroom unit. Why don't you two come stay with me? I can move Ainsley into my room and you two can have her room. There's a twin bed in there, and we'll figure out everything else." She knew it was a risky offer. For all she knew, he'd killed Lyric's mother and lied about the car accident. But he seemed so pure, so genuine, so honestly distraught that she was willing tot ake the risk.

"I can't..."

April leaned forward just a little and reached for his hand. His daughter was still nursing at her breast, her face still splotchy from her crying earlier, but slowly returning to normal. "Would you do it for your daughter?"

She saw the corners of his mouth twitch. And a tear finally fell. His voice, when he spoke, even though he only said one word, was low and lilted with emotion. "Yes."

"That settles it then. When she's done here, we'll go to your place and get what you need for tonight. We'll worry about the rest tomorrow."

Andy nodded. "I don't know how I can ever thank you for this."

Her first thought was that he could thank her by not being a serial killer or something. but she just smiled and squeezed his hand. "Just let me help you. And maybe pay half the grocery and stuff. That's all I really need."

"I can do that," Andy said. He'd even offer to pay half the rent. It would be tight, unless he gave up his apartment, but it was way too early to think about that.

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never-ending-echo · 6 years

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Inviting his brother into what would be his first visit within the void didn't make Echo apprehensive in the slightest, considering it was for two bloodlines of adorable families to meet one another. However, some of this abyss' residence did concern him somewhat, for his siblings sake of still possessing the ability to– and to be quite bluntly, die.

"Here's Denzel.. Ellis and Dulcinea... Aren't they jus' the cutest wee devils?"

Echo grinned intensely, an unavoidable occurrence when seeing his triplets, this seamed to be the case for V as well; Seeing both boys were pausing every now and then to inspect Vinnie, in-between blowing spit bubbles at eachother. Beside them, Echo's heart stealer of a daughter gazed on in glee of having her daddy hoist her up in for a cuddle, feet kicking in a new wooper kigu.

"They're definitely a spittin' image of yah, aren' they?... ..C-can I hold her?"

"Yeah! You don't even have to ask, you div.."

Placing an all too sweet kiss onto his little girls forehead, the red head then carefully handed her to Vincent, who had an all too rare of a gentle smile gracing his usually blank face. This little Doll couldn't remove those mismatched eyes from off this silver wolf, merrily cooing an adorable noise, as she dribbled a considerable amount onto his shirt.

"Owuu-oo.."

Her post verbal noise was promptly copied by Vinyl, ushering an utterly delighted flurry of baby babbling from each excitable tot, sadly waking one by one of Murder's kid's in unison in an outpour ranging from upset gurgling to wailing.

"Shitshitshitshitshit– No, no it's okay, it's okay-- c'mere I gotcha."

A confused Vincent watched on as his younger brother stress to calm three distressed infants that weren't even his own.

"Babies cry, Echo, why're panicking..?"

"Shut up and help me..!"

Still very much in the dark, extra wary hands despairingly laid down Dulcinea besides her brothers, before they took to following suit of Echo with his arms full of Murdoc's tearful boys, by taking Euphoria into his own.

"!!Murder!!!"

"D-did she just bloody say Murder? What the–"

Vincent's question was cut short by first an ear-splitting scream, then an infuriated demon snatching Euphie from his arms amidst cutting deeply into them by doing so.

"Put my kids down before I fucking make you, cunt."

"It was an accident just chill the fuck out."

"Put. Them. Down."

In almost the split of a second, the larger bassist had teleported to lay an pitifully weeping Euphie onto his bed, swiping away Iggy and Murdoc Jr. in no less than a heartbeat to do the very same. Finally settling with Echo's throat between clawed hands, the nails of which puncturing poor Euphie's Puppy's throat.

"Get the fuck off my brother!!"

Adrenaline filled fists flung themselves straight into that' bust nose, then again for an uppercut which left Echo thudding onto the floor below as Murder recoiled. There wasn't so much as a pause with Vincent dropping onto his knees in aims of helping, but alas he was soon yanked up by those white tresses.

"Don't you fucking touch him or I'll rip your fucking throat out!"

"Echo–"

Murder's negligence on never listening to orders served as Vinyl's face turning into a fury encouraged punching ground, least, till whipping crimson hair shot up at an unimaginable momentum. Echo did threaten, and he wasn't backing down from that, not now. Clearly. Horns ruptured forth, eyes turned into slits in their rightful ways, nails elongated and writhing tails were dawned. Frightfully sharpened fangs plunged in, shredding gruesome chunk after chunk of flesh from the bassists jugular, till that windpipe found itself torn clean out, forcing Murder to drop dead, for however long it took him to heal.

"E-Echo f-f-fucking hell! Y-you–"

Seething at his blood pouring mouth, Echo spat that last mouthful organ onto the floor. Wasting no time in teleporting V, himself and the triplets inside their soundproofed bubbled crib home. His home. The one far away from Murdoc.

Healing, blood soaked hands put themselves to work. The reasoning of Puppy boy blocking out every sound that could possibly entered his pointed ears, which violently shook along with the demon they were attached to wasn't on purpose, he was just too far gone in blind rage.

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multi-fandom-inserts · 7 years

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Babygirl

Reader x No-one... YET!

Author Note; Hello my loves, I’ve missed you, here’s something I’ve been working on. Let me know who you want the reader paired with as this will be a series ;)

Warnings: Violence !

Belle Reve is a maximum security prison for those deemed a threat to everyone, it housed some of the most dangerous people in the world, including yourself. Your cell was lace in the middle of a huge, vacant room that had a long strip of reinforced balcony running along it's perimeter, the room itself had a large steal door locked from the outside with no windows, no view to the outside world. Your cell was a large bared room with walls 12 x 14 meters with high ceilings containing a shit thin mattress bed with scratchy blankets and cardboard thin pillows, a toilet and sink and a stack of books that guards allowed you to keep in your cell.

Attached to your cell on the right hand side was an identical cell housing one of the most psychotic and dangerous woman in the world – Harley Quinn – the prison warden had housed you together in the hope it would cause a bitch fight, little did they know that you were the Joker's little sister.

Harley and you had hung out plenty of times before, every time J was out doing business neither Harley or you were allowed to help in, you two hung out, didn't matter if it was in J's club or at your apartment and got along like a house on fire, both as crazy and fearless as each other but the days had turned into weeks, then months and both of you were getting incredible restless.

You scratched the days you've been in Belle Reve on the floor of your cell: 145 days in total. You sat on the edge of your cell smoking a cigarette next to Harley as she pricked a needle that had been dipped in ink into your ankle. You had a lot of tattoos, full sleeves on your arms, one vine slipping up your neck and plenty totted on your legs with your trade mark “BABYGIRL” tattoo across your knuckles and a tiger on your abdomen but unlike Harley you have non on your face, an order from your older brother, he had said plenty of times that your face was too beautiful to taint with ink. It was no secret you were beautiful, with shoulder-length blue hair and piercing Y/C/E eyes and porcelain skin.

“All done!” Harley sung as she put the needle down, she was surprisingly good at tattoos and you'd love to see what she did with a real tattoo gun, looking down at your ankle to see it's a black rose with “Harley” written through the vines and leafs.

Smirking, you tell her you love it. She giggles like a child before sitting against the cell wall bravely knowing it's electrified to keep you two apart but they only turn it on when we pose a threat to the guards – which is often.

The days were slow and boring, Harley was more like a child than you'd realised and was getting restless and you were getting more agitated keeping her entertained, in the outside world you had plenty of work to do that kept you from getting bored, admittedly, it was killing people but it was a job nonetheless. Harley rattled on the cell wall and chanted at the guard that walked along the balcony during our checks – they usually happen every hour – holding an automatic weapon aimed at us at all times.

On the 170th day though, something weird happened, the guards entered the room in a large number of fifteen, all with guns and riot gear on with thick helmets and goggles. A smirk settled on your lips at the sight of them, trouble was emerging and trouble you liked. You nipped a new cigarette between your lips and lit up, Harley had ripped her bed sheet up and was handing from the roof of her cell like a bat – pun intended considering it was Batman who put her and myself in here – the guards ordered her down and for my to get up from the floor.

We both refused the orders, they unlocked the cell and entered cautiously, guns aimed at you. The first guard that entered was one of the main guards, you recognised the sinister green eyes from all the times they tortured you for information on your brother, his large hand grabbed your shoulder sending you into defensive mode.

You slam your elbow done into the crook of his elbow, knocking his hand off your shoulder, the guard steps forward to throw his weight into a punch, you duck and dive your first into his stomach, just below his diaphragm into his chest. You slip past him, using his bent knee as a step up, wrap your leg around his neck to move yourself onto his shoulders, the guard yelled and panicked, but the fight had been boring and less than a challenge for you. Holding the guards head still, you turn it flawlessly, angling his chin upwards during the turn, snapping his neck like a twig.

Harley giggled as the guards body dropped to the floor causing the rest of the guards to fall back a little. Suddenly, a force knocked your chest sending you flying backwards into the bars of the cell, then a excruciating pain snatched your body making you tense and your jaw clench so hard you thought your teeth were going to break. Harley's scream snatched the room taking your attention from the pain in the centre of your chest and then suddenly it let up.

Looking over at Harley, she's laid out semi-conscious on the dirty cell floor, a gunshot echoed through the room snatching your attention from Harley to look at a tall man stood at the front of your cell holding a black handgun with smoke erupting from the top. He was tall, slightly tanned, very handsome with a goatee and short brown hair. He was dressed in a Special Forces uniform with a bulletproof vest and a automatic weapon in his right hand holster.

“Hey there, Cap-tin.” you smirking, drawing out the word “captain” to make fun, he was clearly in charge of the guards but he wasn't in charge of you or Harley.

“The name is Flag, Rick Flag,” he said sternly, “Not captain, it's Colonel.”

You let out a long and patronising 'oooh'. He smirked before stepping into your cell, grabbing you by the throat and dragging you from the cell and throwing you into a wheelchair. The guards acting quickly, strapping your legs and wrists into restrains and putting a strap around your throat to stop any unnecessary moving. You managed to get a glimpse of Harley before being wheeled out. They had strapped her to an upright board with far more straps and restrains.

The guards lined you both up before the large metal doors as they slowly began to open, you felt a sharp prick on the left side of your neck and then you heard Harley squeak. Your vision became blurred and then everything went black.

You came too just as the light hit your face, your vision cleared quickly and before you knew it, you were outside for the first time in 170 days. The warm weather was a blessing, the sun hit your face and the wind blew in your hair but this wasn't a time for celebration, why were you outside?

Before you had a chance to ask, the guards entered a paddock area filled with army dressed men, some had taken their jackets off but they all had weapons and were paused in a circle trying to contain something. The guard pushed you and Harley to the edge of the circle before undoing your restraints. Harley immediately jumped up and screamed, “Hello boys!” raising her arms above her head revealing her stomach.

You had thanked yourself silently for taking off your prison jacket, you would have baked in this heat otherwise, so instead you stood silently in a white, very short tank top and prison trousers that were an unflattering colour of orange, but as you examine the circle, you see two other men wearing similar inmates clothing. One was covered head to toes in strange tattoos, even his face was tattooed like a skull, his tanned skin and accent as he mumbled to himself suggested he was Mexican. The other man was dark skinned, bald with a thick black beard, you recognised him instantly from your killing days – his name is Floyd Lawton aka Deadshot, one of the best contract killers around.

“Hey baby-doll,” he smirks spotting you across the circle, he makes his way over to you, despite the grumble from the guards and sweeps you up in his arms for a hug, it's been almost a year and a half since you last saw him but I guess you know why now.

“What's going on?” you ask as he lets you go, but Floyd just shrugs. “How's Zoe?”

Floyd looked at his feet, knowing you didn't mean to hit a nerve with your question because you cared for the young girl, he would sometimes drop her round when he was called on a last minute mission and you never said no, he was thankful for that and always appreciated it. You'd formed a friendship and with you both being assassins, you knew one day, one of you would be sent to kill the other; it's just how it works out.

“Who's the man of tattoos?” you whisper.

Floyd shrugged, “Some guy who killed his family in a fire, apparently he can control it, pretty neat huh?”

“Klling the family or controlling fire?” you questioned earning a chuckle from Floyd, just then two more people appeared, one strapped to a board like Harley, covered in scales and slime – Killer Croc – they let him go but not before strapping a thick black collar around his neck. The second was a dirty looking man, built with huge muscles, a messy beard and an annoying accident, when they removed him from the bag he flung himself at another guard knocking the poor guy out cold.

Impressed, you studied him gently as his eyes gobbled the image of you and Harley up. Pig, you thought as you moved back over to Harley who hugged you tightly as you leaned against one of the large containers. Eventually the last prick arrived, he was huge with large armour, as soon as he got out of the car, his fist slammed straight into a female guards face.

Without hesitation, you sprint and jump at the six-foot-five man, kicking him swiftly in the face before manoeuvring your body round his head and neck, to pull your body weight round, his body flipped over and fell to the ground whilst you landed on your feet and offered a hand to the female guard, she took it and you helped her up before you felt the cold barrel of a handgun press against your temple.

“Move away, Y/N.” Rick's voice echoed throughout the silent circle, putting your hands in his view, you moved away from the guard back to Harley who was cheering and jumping up and down like a cheerleader. “Okay, now you're all probably wondering what’s going on. Truth is, the government has decided that we need to fight evil with evil, and you guys are going somewhere very bad, to do something that's gonna get you killed. But until that happens, you're my problem.”

“Lucky you.” you mumble as he pulls out a tablet and holds it in front of us,

“And this is the voice of reason.” he says sternly, a image popped up on the screen but it was gone too quickly for you to see what it is. Then a woman popped up on the screen, she was stern looking with a headset on and dark, cold brown eyes, for a moment she was silent, gobbling up out image in prison clothing before speaking in a very authoritative voice;

“For those of you who do not know me, my name is Amanda Waller, there's an active terrorist event in Midway City. I want you to enter the city and rescue HVT1 and get them to safety. Complete the mission you get time off your prison sentences, fail the mission and you die.” she threatens, “If anything happens to Coronal Flagg, I will kill every single one of you. Remember I’m watching.”

“Looks like you got yourself a fan.” you tease with a smirk, the rest of the inmates giggled.

“Lady! Shut up!” Rick yells angrily making Harley jump beside me, he composes himself quickly, “You disobey me, you die. You try to escape, you die. You otherwise irritate of vex me and guess what? You die. Those collars my men are now putting round your neck is to ensure you death if you do any of what I just listed. It's collar is as powerful as a hand-grenade and can only be opened by my fingerprint.”

His men then drop a large trunk at each of our feet, our names are written on the top in marker, kicking yours open it reveals all your clothing and weapons you were arrested with. Smiling to yourself, you start to rummage through my items, taking off your clothes without much care of the men around you, you slip on a pair of flexible black jeans, a white crop top and a leather jacket – that J had given to you on your birthday – the only shoes you had were little black boots, there wasn't much of a heel but it didn't bother you, you had fought in much worse.

Your weapons hadn't been touched or damaged, clipping your holster round your waist and to your upper thighs, you slipped in your Glock handguns into the holsters, inside your leather jacket, you put your favourite four inch knife into the protected pocket.

“Won't fit anymore?” you heard Harley ask Floyd.

Looking up, you see Floyd has out on his famous Deadshot outfit, a red catsuit that clung to every muscle he's got. You listen to their conversation as you wrap your hands in bandages like a boxer would before a fight, it helps with the impact of punches, hand-to-hand combat was your favourite, guns are to quick.

It was getting to five minutes before wheels up, everyone was finishing off with getting ready, Harley was putting on make up and insisted on putting some black lipstick on you so it would look nice with your hair. You wander over to the guy will all the tattoos, he was looking down at his palms in bewilderment.

“You okay?” you ask, he jumps a little before shoving his hands into his pocket, you smirk before nudge his arm and showing him your palms, in the centre of both you had a large snowflake tattooed, “You know, my ma, she just used to call my Ice Hands, before they were always so cold, here...” you say as you touch his hand with yours, his was super hot but yours were just above fridge cold. His heated eyes cooled down as he invited the cold, you stood there for a few minutes before the cold of your hands had gone warm and his cold.

“I'm Diablo,” he tells you, you smile kindly.

“I'm Y/N,” you tell him softly,

“AND I'M HARLEY QUINN!” Harley screamed jumping into the conversation, clearly thinking this was a meet-and-greet but the rest of us rolled with it, the scruffy man was called Boomerang and the prick that you dumped into the ground is called Slipknot. Killer Croc just wanted to be called Croc so you didn't press him for his real name.

“Let move, Suicide Squad!” a voice yelled over the paddock as a quinjets engine roared.

“Suicide Squad?” Floyd questioned as the rest of them mumbled.

You shrug, “Guess that's us,” you say not bothered at all by the name, better you die outside of Belle Reve than inside it's walls.

Taking Harley's hand the two of you kipped towards the quinjet, the rest of the team followed you, settling down in the seats of the jet, Floyd took the seat to the left of you, he smiled at you and touched your hand gently.

“Always check your six, babygirl.” he remains me before sitting back in his seat and signing loudly. Harley was yapping like normal to Croc who looked as thought he wanted to kill her already. Boomerang was being a pervert and staring you up and down as well as Harley.

But you pushed them all from your mind, this mission sounded dangerous and unlike anything you'd seen before, was this J having one of his jokes or an actual threat. You had no idea what to expect, non of you did but you had to suck up your doubt and put on a brave face.

It's survive or die, and you planned to live a long life.

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