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#put a series of saw posts in my drafts last night this is the only postable one
swiftmendeshoran · 5 months
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Daddy's Full-Figured Life- Curvy Secret 3.34*
WARNINGS: smut, 69ing, m/f receiving oral, protected sex, daddy kink, some angst, lactation kink, cursing, i think that's it. Do not read if you are under 18.
Wc: 5730
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You had asked the girls what they wanted for Christmas and made mental notes of it. You'd have to get their gifts either through Amazon or in London. You were bringing out your address book to write out your Christmas cards.
Now that Thanksgiving was over, you were in full Christmas mode. 
When Harry got home from work, and saw you writing out the cards at your dining room table, he smiled.
"Starting already?" He asked, coming up behind you and putting his hands on your shoulders.
You nodded. "I'm just really excited this year."
"Well, that's not a bad thing," he said, putting his chin on your shoulder.
"Do you think we could get the decorations down from the attic tomorrow?" You bit your lip.
"Baby, we're not gonna be here for most of the month. Do you think decorating is necessary?"
"Fine," you sighed, going back to the cards. "We'll just not decorate."
"No, we can. Maybe just not as much…"
"No," you interrupted him. "I don't want to decorate."
"Babe, don't be like this."
You ignored him and hummed a Christmas tune as you wrote the next card.
Harry sighed. Buy before he could say anything else, the twins came running up to him. "Papa!" Robyn jumped in Harry's arms, which caused him to drop his suitcase. Dessie hugged Harry's leg. EJ had been in the bouncer seat next to you, so Harry already greeted him.
"Hi, my loves. How was yer day?"
Dessie proceeded to tell him something about chasing a butterfly, when she definitely did not do that.
Harry put the girls down, and then went to shower and get changed before coming back down the stairs. You were putting the stamp on the last envelope when a mug of hot cocoa appeared next to you. It was steaming and filled with marshmallows and a drizzle of chocolate sauce. Your favorite.
Before you could say thank you, Harry was walking away, kneeling down to help the girls with their drawings.
You put the Christmas cards in a basket by the door, so you would remember to mail them tomorrow. You walked into the living room and sipped on your hot chocolate as you watched your family. You had let EJ crawl around a bit and he was giggling when Harry played "Hide and Seek" with him.
The girls had just gotten back from using the potty. Harry helped them wash their hands and marked their progress on the chart. They had been doing really well with that. They've only had an accident or two. Now, they were in full playing mode.
"Are yeh mad at me?"
You sat down on the couch, sipping the last few sips of your hot cocoa, and smiled. Harry looked up at you and winked. You might have been a bit mad at him for not wanting to decorate, but he was such a great dad that you couldn't stay mad for long.
~
You drafted up a blog post that night as Harry put the kids to bed. You were shutting your laptop just as he crawled into bed and gave you a peck.
"No," you said, not looking at him and putting your laptop on your night stand.
"'M just saying that if we're not gonna be here for Christmas, it's kind of pointless to decorate, yeah?"
You shrugged, still not looking at him. "I guess."
"Babe," he tried to catch your eyes.
You didn't look at him.
"Baby," Harry pinched your hip. "Can't go to bed if yer mad at me. I'll just stare at yeh all night."
"Good night, Harry," you said, finally looking at him.
He had a smirk on his face and if you weren't angry with him, you'd kiss it off.
"Need a kiss good night."
You kissed the side of his lips and then settled into bed with the comforter on top of you.
Harry humphed and settled into bed as well. After turning the light off, he draped his arm around you, pulling you close. He kissed the back of your neck. "I love yeh, my little elf."
"Mama, where Papa?" Robyn asked.
You smiled at the nickname and squeezed his hand. "Love you."
~~~
When you woke up the next morning, Harry was not in bed. You figured he had gotten up early with the kids. But, when the kids came barreling into the room on the bed, you were proved wrong.
"I don't know, baby. Mama just woke up."
Honey jumped onto the bed too and rubbed against your hand. "Come on, girls. Let's go find Papa alright?"
They nodded. You grabbed EJ from his crib, who was up and itching for you to pick him up, and then headed down the stairs. But, you stopped in your tracks as you reached the banister. It was covered in colored Christmas lights, wrapped completely in them. And with the lights off in the house, it looked so magical.
Your mouth hung open as you walked down the stairs with the kids.
The house looked like it threw up Christmas. The table cloth was changed to your Christmas one. The stockings were hanging on the fireplace. Your Christmas rugs were out. The knick knacks and decorations were out and lights hung from the ceiling. The only thing missing was the tree. The box was sitting where it should go though. Harry was not anywhere ti be found.
You heard hammering and noises outside, so you stuck your head out and saw Harry standing on a ladder, putting up the outside decorations.
He was all bundled up in a winter coat, gloves, a hat, sweatpants, and boots.
You stood on the porch, the kids around you, shivering. Harry noticed and stopped putting up the decorations for a second. "Hey."
"What are you doing?"
"Putting up the decorations," Harry said, as he climbed down the ladder.
"But, I thought we-."
"I said no. And 'm sorry," he said, walking towards you. He grabbed your hands. “Yeh get so happy when the house is decorated and what’s the harm in decorating really?”
“It’s 9. What time did you get up?”
“Let’s go inside, where it’s warm, and we’ll talk,” Harry suggested.
You nodded, going back inside. Harry took his gloves off and sat down on the couch. You went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Harry rested against the couch as the kids jumped around the living room. Well, Eddie crawled.
He ran a hand through his hair as you got the ingredients out to make pancakes. “How did you do all of this so early in the morning?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Harry admitted. “I was tossin’ and turnin’ all night, so I decided to get up and just decorate because I felt bad.”
You frowned and put a hand up to your heart as you continued to listen to him.
“I was gonna put the tree up, but I know yeh like doing that, so after I did everything inside, I started on the outside.”
You smiled again as you mixed up the batter.
“We have a lot of decorations,” he chuckled. “I didn’t realize how much until now.”
You continued to listen to him talk as you made breakfast. He was telling you a story about how he got tangled in the lights. And by the end of it, he was in the kitchen, right next to you. You put the pancakes on a plate, grabbed the butter and the syrup and walked them out to the dining room table. Harry stopped next to you, ending his story, and you looked up at him.
“Wha?”
You grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him. Harry’s arms wrapped around you and he kissed you too. You squeezed him into a tight hug and a tear fell from your right eye. When you pulled away, you smiled at him. “Thank you.”
He nodded.
“No, thank you so much. You don’t understand what this means to me.”
Harry wrapped his arms a little tighter around you. “I think I do and that’s why I did it. Felt so bad.”
“Don’t feel bad,” you wiped a tear away. “I feel bad now.”
“Why do yeh feel bad?”
“Because I feel like I guilted you into it,” you shrugged. “Plus, you didn’t get any sleep.”
“Seeing yer face when yeh stepped outside and how happy yeh are, that makes it all worth it,” he said, caressing your face.
You smiled and kissed his rosy cheek. “I love you.”
“I love yeh more.”
You smiled as Harry pulled out your chair and you sat down. He got the kids over to the table to eat. You dug into your food, and Harry ate his as well. He helped the twins cut up their pancakes. You fed EJ his baby food. You felt like you had barely given EJ breast milk anymore. He was 11 months now and eating solid food. You don’t know who was going to be more upset about the milk- Harry or EJ.
After you ate, you let the food settle in your stomach, and then you opened the tree box. First you put on a Santa hat and Christmas music, then you got started on the tree. The twins were trying to help, but Harry distracted them with their Barbies and soon they were playing across the room and you could put the tree up. Harry played with EJ for a bit, and then he let him crawl around and pull himself up on his mat.
You did like doing the tree and really only needed help putting the lights on, so Harry watched the kids most of the time.
You loved the look of your fake tree because it looked so real, but was less of a fire hazard and you didn’t have to water it.
Once the lights were on, you stood back and just admired how pretty it looked. One of your favorite things in the world was sitting by the tree lights while watching TV or even reading. Now, most people had a theme for their trees, but you had collected so many ornaments over the years, along with Harry’s that you just made it your own.
You took a break after you put the lights on. You hadn’t realized two hours went by. You sat down on the couch next to Harry and watched the girls try to sing “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer.”
You couldn’t help but smile. You rested some more and it was soon lunch time. You made the twins a peanut butter sandwich to split, along with some cut-up apples. You gave them water in a sippy cup. Eddie was loving his sweet potatoes baby food that Harry was feeding him. You smiled. “Look at Eddie being a big boy, eating his big boy food.”
Harry looked up at you, and you winked. He had a bad feeling in his stomach, but continued to feed your son.
You ate oatmeal and had one of the twins’ juiceboxes for a quick meal. Harry ate the rest of the apples the girls didn’t want, along with some coffee.
After lunch, it was nap time, so you were able to full focus on the tree without any distractions.
The kids were fully down and you and Harry got to work. Well, you tried to, but Harry pulled you in for a kiss and you giggled. “‘M worried, baby.”
“What’s wrong?” you asked, suddenly concerned.
“Eddie’s growing up so fast,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“And he’s not gonna be breastfeeding soon,” Harry pouted.
You smirked and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “He won’t or you won’t?”
“Neither of us,” he licked his lips and put his head down.
You giggled. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Do yeh think maybe yeh could not take the pills for a bit longer?” Harry licked his lips. “I just-. I did all this for yeh and-.”
You knew he was joking. You smirked. “You think you deserve a reward?”
Harry nodded.
“I think it’ll be easier to just feed Eddie food when we go to London, but I can keep the milk for you a bit longer… since you did do all of this for me,” you said.
He smiled and pinched your hips. “Cool. We’ll do it tonight and then shag.”
You giggled. “Did you do all of this just to get sex?”
“Of course. Don’t yeh know me?” he smirked.
You shook your head.
“No. I love yeh so much, and I hated seeing yeh upset,” he said.
You kissed him. “I love you too.” Then, “Alright. Let’s finish this tree.”
You both put the ornaments on, and by the time you were done, you were exhauted. But, it was worth it, because it was beautiful.
As you got the kids up, Harry went outside to finish putting up the decorations out there. He told you it was too cold and to stay inside.
By dinner time, your house was completely finished and looked like it threw up Christmas, but you loved it.
The girls thought Christmas was today, but you had to explain to them that it was not. When everything was finished, you sat down with your mugs of hot chocolate. Harry put peppermint schnapps in them, to give it that Christmasy feel.
The kids were sitting with you, watching Frosty the Snowman. You fed EJ an already pumped bottle and he quickly fell asleep.
After the movie was over, Harry put the kids to bed and you cleaned up the toys, mugs, and such from today.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he smiled at you. “What?” you asked, washing your hands and walking up to him.
“Do yeh like the decorations?”
“I love them,” you pecked his lips. “Sorry for being a bitch.”
Harry tsk’d and ran his thumb under your chin. “Not a bitch. Maybe just a bit of a brat,” he smirked. You smirked back.
“Well, I don’t deserve you,” you put your hands on his chest.
“Can say the same for yeh.”
“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes.
Harry smirked. He looked around the house. “I think we forgot something.”
You looked around. “What? I swear I emptied every box.”
Harry stood on his tippy-toes and hooked something onto the ceiling. When he was finished he went back on flat foot and smiled.
“Mistletoe,” you smirked, shaking your head.
“Not that I need an excuse to kiss yeh, but…” he shrugged.
You giggled and shook your head as Harry took your face in his hands and kissed you. And he kissed you and kissed you and kissed you until your knees were about to give out. You giggled and he finally pulled away.
He was out of breath, but still squeezed your hips. “Alright. Go upstairs and get yer tits out. I deserve my reward now.”
You scoffed, jokingly. “A reward? For doing what we should have done in the first place?”
You began to turn around and walk away when Harry delivered a spank to your ass. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. “Yeh were a brat once and I forgave and did something nice. Keep mouthing off like that and see what happens.”
You bit your lip. “Maybe I’ll go find those pills to stop the milk and take one.”
“Like hell yeh will,” Harry raced up the steps ahead of you and you chuckled, walking up slowly.
He plopped down on the bed as you walked into the bedroom. He smirked and then patted the bed next to him.
You laid down and Harry gestured for you to take your shirt off. "Don't you like my jammies? They're cute."
"Yes," Harry licked his lips. "But, right now, I want them off."
You rolled your eyes as you took your shirt off. Harry sat up on his elbows and smirked. "There they are. My girls."
You had to chuckle at his words. He groped your boobs in his hand- squeezing, moving, pinching, and playing with them.
When Harry began to kiss your boobs, you ran your fingers through his hair. He sighed before resting his head on your boobs. "'M gonna miss this."
"My boobs will still be here, H," you patted his head.
"S not the same."
You chuckled. "Oh, thanks."
"Yeh know what I mean."
"Mmhmm," you smirked.
Harry turned his head to face you. He looked up at you as he kissed your breasts. Your eyes fluttered when his lips attached to your nipple.
He hummed when the milk reached his lips. "Fuck, baby."
You scratched the back of his head as he drank the milk from you. "Want this every day."
"Mmmm."
As he drank and sucked from your one nipple, he squeezed your other boob.
When Harry couldn't get any more out of you, he switched boobs. The act wasn't even sexual. It was actually soothing. And seeing Harry enjoy it so much just made your heart hurt even more that it was ending, especially after all he just did for you.
Harry whined when no more milk came out and he kissed your boobs.
A tear fell from your eyes and he picked his hand up to wipe it away. "'M the one who should be crying. What's wrong, pup?"
You sniffled and looked up at the ceiling. "I feel bad for taking this away from you. You love it so much. And you do so much for me. And I just-."
You didn't finish your sentence because you cried more.
"Baby," he tsk'd. "'S alright."
You sniffled again. "I'm sorry."
"No no. Don't be sorry." You wiped a tear away and Harry kissed in between your breasts. "Nothing to be sorry 'bout m' love."
"I need you," you said to him. "Please."
"Yeh sure?"
"Please, H," you wiped your eyes. "I want these tears to be from bliss, not sadness."
Harry moved up your body and kissed your lips. You made out until you couldn't take it anymore. Your hand fell to the band of his sweatpants. "Daddy, please."
He pulled his lips away and caressed your face. "Yer not gonna be a brat anymore?"
You whined and shook your head.
"Mmmm."
Your hand slipped into his pants and Harry let out a big breath through his nose when you grabbed onto his cock. "Please. And don't be gentle."
Harry smirked. "Yeah?" He pulled your pants down. "Want it rough?"
You bit your lip and nodded. Harry chuckled as he threw your pants on the floor. He took his clothes off faster than you could blink.
You bit your lip and pushed Harry back onto the bed. When he rested on his elbows, he smirked. You grabbed his cock and stroked it. Harry's head fell back and a low hum fell from his throat.
He rested his arms behind his head and watched as you stroked him. When you licked over his cock, Harry flinched.
As you put his cock down his throat, he moaned. But, you didn't get to enjoy it for long because he was pulling you up by your hair. Your mouth hung open with a bit of spit. You whined. "Turn around."
"Hmm?"
"Turn around," he said again.
Harry drug your body over his and spanked your ass, which was right in front of his face. "Proceed," he said, pushing your head down.
You rolled your eyes, but grabbed onto his cock and took him back down your throat. As you were deep throating him, Harry spread your cheeks and picked his head up to lick up your center. You moaned on Harry’s cock, which made him moan.
You both gave each other oral pleasure for a few minutes. When Harry sucked on your clit, your head fell back and your lips fell off his cock for a second. “Oh my God,” you moaned.
Harry spanked your left ass cheek and you put his cock back into your mouth. He was very good at oral sex. But, when you had your lips around his cock, it was very hard for him to concentrate on anything else. At one point, you felt his lips come off your core. “Oh, fucking hell,” he whispered when he heard you choke on his length.
He eventually put his mouth back on you. When his hips started to buckle, Harry pulled you up by your hair again. “‘M gonna cum if yeh keep going.”
You kissed his tip and pulled your head back. This made Harry really get into you. He pulled your hips back and went to town on your pussy. From putting his tongue in your hole, to sucking on your clit, he did it all. And within minutes, you were shaking.
“C’mon, baby,” Harry slapped your ass cheek. “Cum for me.”
You moaned as he continued his attack on your core. Two more minutes and you were cumming on his face. When Harry pulled away, he hummed. “Look a’ that. So fuckin’ sexy, baby.” He had your cheeks open and saw how wet you were. He spanked you one more time before you fell forward and collapsed on top of him.
Harry adjusted you and gave you some water to help you. He gave you a few kisses as well. When you turned to him with a big smile on your face, Harry smirked. “Yeh alright?”
You nodded, turning on your back, and opening your legs. “I’m great!”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Just want to be fucked, huh?”
Harry lined himself up in front of you and you nodded quickly. Putting your legs on Harry’s shoulders, he inserted himself inside of you, causing you to moan. “Fuck,” you said, putting emphasis on the last letter as your husband bottomed out in you. His balls were resting near your butt and his cock was already hitting the sweet spots in you.
When he pulled out and pushed all the way back in again, your head fell back onto the pillow. “Again.” Harry thrusted into you before pulling out. “Again.” He did it again. By the fifth time, your legs were already squeezing around Harry’s head.
Harry also snapped his hips and begab to fuck you hard. He held onto one of your tits, as they bounced from the pressure. Harry gritted his teeth. “Squeezing me so fucking tight, pup.”
“Harder, Daddy,” you begged.
And he tried to go harder than he already was. You feared your weren’t going to last long as you already felt your lower stomach burning.
You bit your lip as Harry hit your g-spot over and over. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts and your eyes were rolling back each time he hit that spot in you. “Daddy,” was all you could moan out.
“Yeh gonna cum for Daddy already, baby?” he asked. “Just can’t get enough, hmm?”
You grabbed onto his bicep and squeezed it. “Please. I need-.”
“Yeh can cum, m’ love. Go on.”
You felt your legs shake and your pussy contract as you came on your husband’s cock. You moaned, as quietly as possible. And Harry’s thrusts slowed down a bit. Seeing you cum had Harry nearly shaking. You could tell he was close when his thrusts started to get sloppy. “Shit,” he breathed through his nose.
“Please cum in me,” you begged. You still felt floaty, so you weren’t really sure if you said that in your mind or out loud. “Want all your cum.”
Harry smirked. “Yeah? Want all m’ cum in yeh? Reaching the deepest parts?”
You nodded.
“Fuck. I love that I get to feel all of yeh again.”
You nodded and bit your lip as Harry fucked you a few more times before grunting and spilling into you. “Christ,” he ran this hand through his hair. After all of his cum was inside of you, Harry collasped on top of you and gave you a kiss. He laid there like that for a few minutes before pulling out.
He went to get some things to clean you up and came back in a jif. After he was done, he helped you get dressed again, since you were still a bit floaty. He then dressed himself and pulled you close to him as he put the covers on top of you. “Thank you for today. I love you.” You kissed his shoulder.
Your mom and dad came with so many gifts for the kids that the whole front of the tree was covered.
“I love m’ girl. So glad yer happy.”
~~~~~~~~
Because you were spending Christmas in London, you were having your family over early to exchange gifts and celebrate early.
Your brother and his girlfriend bought less, but still too much.
Harry made a small turkey breast and sides as you ran around and cleaned, etc.
When the guests arrived, you had your festive sweater on and the girls had on their festive outfits while EJ was dressed like an elf. Harry also had on an ugly Christmas sweater.
"I can't believe this is the first Christmas that we won't be together," your mom said from the love seat in your living room.
You smiled at her sympathetically. "I know. I'm sorry, mom."
"Oh no. Don't be sorry. I'm just being dramatic."
Ryan shrugged and said, "At least we're all together now."
Your mom nodded and your dad rubbed her shoulders for support.
As the turkey breast cooked, you were busy eating appetizers. Harry finally joined you in the living room and pinched your side as he put his arm around you.
"I guess we should do gifts now," your dad said.
"Sure," you nodded.
Ryan and Ashley started first. They gave EJ a block set, books, and a pack of soft sports balls. The twins got matching fairy outfits. Ryan also gave them coloring books and crayons, and books.
"Say 'Thank you, Uncle Ryan and Ashley'," you encouraged the kids.
"Fank you," the girls said, and hugged them.
Ryan and Ashley gave you and Harry a gift card to go out to eat, new golf tees and sneakers that he had been eyeing up (with your help of course). They gave you the Taylor Swift hoodie you never got at the concert and a Christmas-scented candle.
You gave them a big portable cooler that they can use for their trip, and a gift card to the movies.
Your mom and dad spoiled the kids. There were so many gifts that you couldn't keep track of what they got and what they already have.
"You better give Nana and Grandad big hugs," you told the kids. They did as you said and then you gave them their gifts.
You gave them nice outfits for their cruise as well as a gift card to Target for your mom and a golf gift card for your dad.
They gave Harry a nice leather jacket, scotch from your dad, and a golf gift card as well. "Looks what we know what we're doing when it gets warmer," Harry said to your dad. He just chuckled and nodded.
You got all the books in a series that you wanted, plus a Barnes and Noble gift card and fuzzy socks.
"Oh, and give these to Anne and Gemma when you see them," your mom said, giving you a bag of gifts for the in-laws.
"Mom, that isn't necessary," you said, placing them with your trip pile. "Thank you."
Your mom waved it off. "It's really nothing."
When the gift exchange was done, Harry checked on the food, which was done and you all sat down to eat.
Dessie was refusing to eat her green beans. "No!" She said when you tried to feed her.
"Des, if you don't eat, you don't get dessert. And Nana brought her cookies you love."
"Nooo!" She screamed.
Harry got up from the table and sat next to the crying toddler. He put the vegetables on the fork. "Come on, Des. Open up for the airplane."
"No!"
He sighed. You tried numerous attempts to try and get her to eat but it just wasn't working. Eventually, Harry picked her up and brought her up to her bedroom.
"The terrible twos, huh?" Your dad asked.
"She's never usually like this," you shrugged. "I don't know what's wrong."
By the time Harry came back down, everyone had finished their food. "Is she alright?" You asked.
He nodded. "It took her a while to calm down. I think she might not be feeling well. 'M not sure."
You sighed. "I hope she's ok."
"She'll be fine," Harry kissed your hand. He finished eating and you cleaned up Dessie's plate. Your mom helped clean up the kids and then you all settled back in the living room to let your food digest. You turned on Elf and you all laughed and enjoyed it.
Part way through, you brought dessert out for everyone to enjoy. You made coffee and hot chocolate for whoever wanted it as well.
Your family stayed for a bit longer and then all headed home. "Give Dessie a big kiss from us," your mom said.
"I will" you smiled. "Thank you. I love you guys."
"We love you too."
When your guests left, you put the kids to bed and checked on Dessie. She was asleep, but had tear-soaked cheeks.
"I hope she's ok," you whispered to Harry.
"I think she was just tired," he whispered back, rubbing your back. "We'll see in the morning."
Harry kissed your temple.
You went back downstairs and cleaned up, as well as did the dishes. Harry gathered all the gifts together to not have them spread across the living room.
After finishing up, you both sat down on the couch and caught the end of Home Alone before venturing up to bed.
As you stood in the bedroom, Harry walked by and gave you a peck.
Harry stopped you to kiss you under the mistletoe before heading upstairs.
~~~
When you woke up the next morning, you were in full packing mode. You were leaving this weekend and were barely packed. Your parents had the kids for the day and would bring them back after dinner, so you could get a lot done. Dessie was just tired and her last tooth was coming in, so that's why she didn't want to eat. Your parents knew how to take care of that and took care of her. Thankfully.
"Har?"
"Yes, babe?"
"Who's taking Honey? I'd leave her with my parents but they won't be home. Neither will Ryan," you said. "Maybe we could leave her with Niall and Mia, but they have enough to worry about with James."
"I… assumed we were taking her with us," he said.
"Oh."
"Is that alright?"
"Yeah. Just three kids and a cat," you chuckled. "That's a lot."
"I know, but she's getting older and if something happened to her while we were gone.. I just couldn't…"
You pulled him in for a hug. "I know, baby. It's ok. We can bring her."
"I'll take all of her supplies. And be responsible for her. Mum's got an old litter box and bed from our old cat. And just a few bowls and toys won't take up too much room."
"Ok," you rubbed his back. "Ok. That's fine, baby."
"Thanks," he said, letting out a big breath.
"Of course."
"Need help packing?" He asked.
"That would be incredible."
"Alright," Harry chuckled. "The key is to roll the clothes for more space."
You smiled. "Ok. Did you get the adapters?"
"Mum has plenty. Just bring clothes and essentials for the kids. She's got the other stuff."
"Well, we need toothbrushes, portable chargers, hair brushes, passports, toiletries.."
"Alright. Alright. Shhh. It's ok. We can fit it," Harry calmed you.
"Ok. Let's get started then."
Harry took his clothes and folded them in his suitcase. He helped you pack yours and told you the perfect outfits to bring for this time of year.
You put in a new pack of underwear and Harry frowned.
"What?"
"I like yer old stuff."
"I can't bring what would be classified as sexy underwear to your mom's house, Har. I need 'Mom underwear'," you chuckled.
"The old stuff will be here when we get back."
He pouted and you kissed his pout. After you were done packing your things, you packed up the kids. EJ was easy, as he was a baby and didn't have many clothes, but you had to remember to pack the diaper bag that morning.
The twins' stuff could be packed in one big suitcase. You made a note to pack their stuffed animals and blankets the morning you left as well. They couldn't sleep without them.
You packed a bag that had everyone's passports and essentials you'd need for the plane. Harry went out to exchange your money and you packed that when he got home.
By the time the kids were being dropped off, you were done packing mostly everything.
You thanked your parents for their help and they said it was no bother.
The twins wanted to hold onto their stuffed animals and you had a big fear that they would lose them, but if it got them out of the house then you'd let them.
You sat by the tree light for the rest of the night until it was time to go to bed.
~~~
That weekend was insane. Trying to get everyone up and ready and be out on time. EJ needed his diaper changed and you had to remember to pack bottles and his food, along with his other essentials.
You got a car that dropped you off at the airport and double-checked that you had everything before you left. You did, so you all piled in, including Honey, and made your way there.
After some traffic, you finally made it, grabbed some food, and sat at your gate until it was time to board the flight. Everyone and everything was there and accounted for. Now, just surviving a 7-hour flight with three toddlers and a cat would be the hard part.
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You took your anxiety medicine and ate your breakfast sandwich to relax. Harry would be there to help. You just prayed they would all behave, including Harry.
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FIC RECS.
Thank you to the sexc Ren @cb97percent for tagging me!
recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers!
Twin Flame. (s,f,a) Back home for a summer holiday, you meet the new next-door boy, Felix, who will turn your summer into a burning bright one.
The firstborn of all of my angst works. Unapologetic, fucking emo, leather and roses, fast car and flames, in other words, it's sad and lethal. I always know I'm a deeply sad person, but this unlocked the raging angst in me.
Three of A Kind. (s) Late night drinking and a card game, plus two pretty boys? what’s the worst that could happen?
This was such a bitch to write. I spent months trying to perfect it and got so frustrated that I neglected it completely. Still I didn't give up and wrote a dozen versions of it until I found the one that is close to what I had envisioned in my head. The unused versions were sitting in my drafts and I'll probably never let them out, just cause.
Venus. (s,a) When Hyunjin first sets his eyes on you, he knew that you would make a perfect muse for his paintings, but as time goes, you begin to question whether it’s love or a short-lived infatuation that he has for you?
We all know that Hyunjin is so fucking pretty and if I ever get asked a person I would like to compare his beauty with, I wouldn't stutter to say Adonis. He's so beautiful it hurts, it's almost mythical. So I drew the inspiration from the star-crossed lovers of Adonis and Aphrodite, put all of his Pisces traits in it, his love for art, spicy angst on top and finished it off with a glass of ambrosia then voila!
Innings. (s,f) 🔥 You knew Seungmin as the baseball star slash campus heartrob and now, your partner on a project. But was there a hidden intention on why he wanted to work together with you?
Ngl. I fell in love with this couple that I created. I love how their relationship grew as I wrote them. Just fluffy and feel-good, something that everyone can easily relate to. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm emotionally attached to them. Ah, to think that I'll post the last chapter soon makes me sad. I'll forever cherish both this fic and this Innings couple. (But mostly I don't want to let go of hot baseball player Seungmin)
Glass. (s) Han is a photographer who just moved into a new apartment and he couldn’t tell if it was accidental or fate that he saw you through the window of your apartment. And the next thing he knows, he spends most of his days watching you through his camera lens
My new favorite child. The first time I worked a fic from the ending first and worked out the rest after. I'm very aware that the ending is so BONKERS. I love seeing all of you losing your shit reading it and I'm here like "you didn't see that coming yeah?" OH THE FEELING!
Dark Red series. (s, horror, thriller)
Here's the thing, I love Halloween so. And here's the another thing, I love horror movies. I combined my two favorites into this and yes, I selfishly wrote this for myself. If you're familiar with Anne Rice books or watched Interview with the Vampire, you would know that I based vampire Hyunjin on Lestat and vampire Chan on Louis. I put little homages to my favorite horror movies in these fics as well. Fyi, Halloween is only two months away, you can't stop me from writing another chapter of this series. (Oh, my personal favorite is Chapter 2!)
Milk. (s,f) Jeongin didn’t expect to reunite with you during his vacation, the one that he remembers as his childhood sweetheart.
Very underrated, I would say. I loved writing it, I love the theme, I love how the story drowned you in their innocence and make you forget that you were reading a smut. It's pure and sweet and easy, pretty much like the title itself.
Double Take. (s) You reunited with Jeongin after being away from each other for months when all of sudden Bangchan caught you both during a steamy session.
My most favorite from my earlier, premature works. Look, I'm a perfectionist but I love this mess I made. I didn't even think if it's pleasing enough to read, I just went with it and I think that's the magic of it. Anyway, Jeongchan FTW!!!
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Steelheart Ch.1 - Draft
Welcome to my LW Amelia Lockhart’s story! This is the first chapter and I’m calling it a draft just to have the excuse to change it later when I eventually post to ao3. Still, a lot of work did go into this so it’s not an unfinished product. I’m gonna try to post a chapter a week? I already have the third in the works so that might be achievable.
I think this will be the first story that I finish of my fallout OC epic lmao. I was going to do it in chronological order, but I realized that PAM Initiative would make more sense and be more impactful if it was the last one before the Fallout 4 story.
August XX, 22XX
The irony of her situation wasn’t missed on her. She’d spent years wishing for something in the wastes to do the mercy of putting her out of misery. Years wishing that it’d been anyone else but her and feeling that guilt weigh on her shoulders with the responsibility of the rest of the world. She couldn’t count the times she cried out in frustration that the water purifier hadn’t killed her like it was supposed to.
She wasn’t supposed to live, and yet, despite all her best efforts she was alive. And finally, finally, she had found her reasons to want to hang on. That’s, of course, when the world decided to pull the rug out from under her.
It was her own fault. The world just capitalized on her mistake. A series of stupid decisions because she refused help, refused to not get involved, and ran herself ragged because all she could see was the road in front of her. She shouldn’t have even taken on this mission.
She should be back in Megaton, the Citadel, anywhere but here. They were waiting for her back home. Waiting for her to complete this mission. Waiting for her to come back as the hero, as always. Her baby brother was waiting for her. The love of her life was waiting for her. Her dumb cobbled together pathetic mess of a community was waiting for her.
Her captors took off the blindfold and she stared up at the starry night sky, her head erupting in a fiery headache even in the lowlight, blurring her vision. The stars smear and she could almost pretend they’re shooting across the sky.
Leo had found an old almanac in Rivet City, and done the math to calculate the next meteor shower in their area. It’d been her going away present.
“You have to come back in time so we can watch it together. Promise?”
He’d known how much she loved the stars. They’d spent hours together mapping out the constellations and making up their own myths about how they got there. Back in the vault, they’d figured out together how to make the glowing mushrooms that grew in the lower levels into a paint, and painted stars on the ceiling of their room.  
She’d run herself ragged trying to make it back in time. Riding through the night and sleeping only when she felt like she was going to pass out. Avoiding all the danger she could just so she could make it back in time to sit on the roof of the Citadel with him and watch the stars fly across the sky.
She didn’t need to see clearly to know these assholes weren’t going to let her go. She was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and got involved with the wrong person. Just had to save the day, as always.
She wanted to live god damn it. Why wouldn’t the world just let her?
August XX, 2277
“Wake up! C’mon Amy, wake up!”
Amy batted at Amata’s face, pulling the blankets back around her and the pillow over her head, trying to block out the scream of the alarms, “It’s a roach attack, Mata, not a nuclear melt down.”
Amata ripped the pillow off and Amy whined in protest.
“Come on, take this seriously! You don’t have time to mess around! My father’s men are going to be here soon and I won’t be able to protect you.”
Amy opened her eyes, blurry vision finally coming into focus, and saw her best friend going around her room stuffing belongings into a duffel bag. Amy grabbed her hair tie, quickly pulling her mess of hair into a ponytail, and threading it through her old baseball cap then quickly pulled on her boots.
“Protect me? Amata’s what’s wrong, what’s going on?”
Leo was sitting on the edge of her bed, already packed up, shaking like a leaf. His muss of blonde curls was even more wild today, and he was wrapped up in a jacket several sizes too big for him. Dad had said he’d grow into it by next summer when he finally hit his growth spurt…
Dad.
“Leo, where’s dad?”
“H-he-“ He hiccuped and his teeth clattered.
Amata shoved the packed duffel into Amy’s hands and said, “He’s gone, Amy. He’s l-left the vault and now my father is angry and he’s coming to get you and Leo. You two need to GO, now!”
“W-what? What do you mean he’s gone?”
Her shoulders dropped, “So you really had no idea.”
“You’re not answering the question!”
“Dr. Lockhart, he… He escaped the vault somehow, and now the Overseer wants you two but I’m not sure he cares in what state.”
“What do we have to do with it?!”
“He thinks you know something!” She choked back a sob, “T-they… they killed Jonas. They wanted to know where your dad went so they took him and they-”
Her blood cooled. If Amata kept talking she didn’t register it. Even the alarms were muffled to her now and the room around her fell out of focus. She tried to ground herself, tried to hang onto something here, but there was nothing to hang on to. Her dad had abandoned her. Jonas was dead. And she… she was next on the list. She tried to feel it, tried to understand any of it, but it was like her mind was spinning yet trapped behind a glass case that she couldn’t reach, just watch.
Then there was a hand in hers. Warm, clammy, and shaking but pulling her back to this plane of reality with little baby blues filled with tears. Leo. She had to protect Leo.
“-but listen to me, there’s a secret tunnel that leads directly from my father’s office to the exit. You’ll have to hack the computer in his office to open it. Use these to get into his office, it’s how I always get in.”
She handed Amy a box of bobby pins and she managed to give Amata a smile, “Just like old times, huh?”
Amata smiled back, “Just like old times. Take this pistol I stole from my father. I hope you don’t have to use it, but just in case I want to make sure you have a way to defend yourself.”
The pistol felt strange in her hands. She was used to her old BB gun. It was lighter, but longer and it didn’t have… real bullets. “Okay, I’ll try not to use it.”
“Okay, I’ll try to meet you at the exit. Watch out for security. Good luck.”
She gave her a quick hug, and then Amata was gone. Amy could feel herself slipping somewhere else again, but she gripped Leo’s hand tighter and slung the duffel bag over her shoulder. They had to get out. Even if she managed to talk down the Overseer, how could she stay? How could she or Leo live under that kind of oppressive force that would spend the rest of their lives watching their every move like a hawk?
But then where would they go? The outside… the outside wasn’t safe, right? How would they survive? As angry at him as she was, she’d have to find their dad. They’d be safe with him, right?
She bent down to Leo’s level and wiped a stream of tears off his cheek and said, “We’re gonna be okay, alright? I’m not going to let anything happen to you. We’re going to get out of here, find dad, and we’ll figure it out. I promise.”
Leo searched her eyes and she stared back at him summoning all the feisty rebellious courage she could, and then he nodded back at her mirroring her look. Even if it was an act, it was good enough.
She stood up, “Alright, here’s the plan. I don’t really want to use this thing if I don’t have to, so we’re going to try and sneak out. I have an idea of which path to take, but I wanna know which halls to avoid so the cams don’t catch us-”
“SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, HELP! MY MOM SHE’S-SHE’S IN TROUBLE!”
Deloria. Of course.
Butch barreled into the Lockharts and Amy nearly smacked him on instinct.
“Amy, Christ, you gotta help me! Th-those roaches are eatin’ my mom alive and she’s trapped in there!”
“Butch, really? You’re still scared of roaches?”
“Yeah, so what? I swear I tried to go back in there, I really did! But I just can’t do it. Come on, Ames, we’re buds now, right? You gotta help her!”
‘Buds’ felt like a little bit of an overstatement. Still, she wasn’t going to leave Butch high-and-dry and started digging through the duffel bag.
He eyed it warily and said, “Wait, where are you and the squirt goin’? What am I missing here?”
“Listen, I don’t have time to explain, but long story short security has orders to shoot the both of us on sight-”
“What the hell?! What did you do, Ames?”
Amy couldn’t decide if she wanted to hug, or kill Amata for stuffing so much shit in here, “Be related to James Fucking Lockhart, I guess. Point being, we need as much of a headstart as we can get. I wanna help, Butch, I really do, but-”
“You gotta protect Leo.” There was a resoluteness in his voice. He got it.
“Yeah, and you’re going to do the same for your mom.” Bingo. She pulled out the old BB gun and kissed it goodbye before handing it off to Butch. In a way, it was Butch’s too. His switchblade was sacrificed for a great cause.
“Woah, where’d you get this thing? She’s a beauty.”
“If you break her, Deloria, I’m coming back for your ass you hear me. Now go save your mom.”
“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” He turned to go and then hesitated.
“What?” She couldn’t gauge what was going through his head, but there were definitely some gears turning. “I don’t have all day.”
He shrugged off his Tunnel Snake leather jacket and wrapped it around her, “You’re the best, Lockhart, alright? Nobody in this lousy vault can hold a candle to ya. Now go kick some ass.” He leaned down to Leo’s eye level, “And you, Whirly. Take care of your sister. You’re the man of the house now, right? We gotta protect our own.”
Amy rolled her eyes and smiled at Leo’s perplexed expression, As if he wasn’t just screaming for me to do it a second ago. But she slipped her arms into the sleeve of the jacket anyway and gave Butch a fist bump goodbye.
“Not half bad yourself.”
She watched him go and hoped for the best. She felt guilty for not going in herself, but she’d lost enough time as it was talking to him. How long was it going to be until Security reached Residential? How long did she really have until she’d have to start shooting?
The thought unnerved her. The pistol felt heavy in her hand, but she didn’t have time to think about it. They had to move.
She kept her pistol in one hand, and held Leo’s hand in the other. His grip was tight despite the calm act he was putting on. “You doing alright, Lion?”
“Y-yeah. I’m okay. Wait! Don’t turn that way, Stanley fixed that camera’s range recently. We won’t be able to avoid it. Take the other hall.”
She smiled back at him and said, “Good catch. What would I do without you?” She got a small smile in response and held onto the small victory. It was something.
They turned that corner and were met with a crowd of radroaches surrounding Officer Kendall who was busy whacking them with a baton. Amy and Leo were too late not to make a noise and he caught sight of them and gritted his teeth.
“You two! Stay where you are! By the order of the Overseer you’re to come with me. If you resist I’m authorized deadly force!”
“Deadly force?! Are you kidding me? He’s thirteen!”
“The Overseer’s orders are-”
“I don’t give a shit what the Overseer’s orders are! I’m not waiting around for you to do to us what you monsters did to Jona. C’mon Leo, let’s go.” “But what if-”
She cut him off, “Please, he’ll be fine. If Officer Kendall can deal with a few radroaches. He doesn’t want our help anyway.”
Lucky for them he seemed to pre-occupied trying not to get eaten alive to follow after them, but she didn’t really know whether or not she wanted him to survive. She felt nauseous at the thought of him dying because she hadn’t stopped to help, but that didn’t stop her from moving forward.
Every time she heard the Overseer’s voice loop over the PA system she thought about shooting the things off the wall. Her stomach was curdling having to listen to it over and over again, and while it covered their footfall, it’d also cover anyone else’s. Sure, Officer Kendall hadn’t had his gun on him, and he was too busy fighting off roaches to do anything about them… but would that be true for the next security officer they ran into?
What was she supposed to do in that scenario?
It wasn’t long before she heard the quiet chittering and hissing of another group of radroaches coming from further down the hall. She held up her hand to get Leo to wait and moved forward to investigate it.
The mess hall. It didn’t look like anyone was inside, and the lights were off… She frowned and flipped the pipboy’s brights on to get a better look. If it hadn’t been for the immediate hiss of roaches she would’ve dropped her pistol at the sight.
She dispatched with roaches quickly and tried not to hurl at the sight of Grandma Taylor’s body lying motionless on the ground. Amy could see the pocks in the flesh where’d they’d begun eating her and pivoted out of the mess as quickly as she came.
“Amy? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, Leo, let’s keep going. Just a couple of radroaches don’t worry about it.”
He didn’t look like he believed her.
As they continued onwards Amy couldn’t get the image of Grandma Taylor out of her mind. Couldn’t stop thinking about Butch, and if he was able to save his mom. About what would happen if the BB gun ran out of ammo. If another wave of roaches came for them and Officer Kendall was too preoccupied to help the civilians on that floor.
She wouldn’t ever know, would she? If she and Leo escaped… there was no way they were letting her back in. She shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind. Butch would be fine. He had to be.
She was so wrapped up in her own head that she just barely caught sight of the familiar sight of the security guard uniform. Amy held her breath and moved to stop Leo, but an untimely squeak of his boots made the guard turn around to find the source of the noise. She couldn’t catch who it was, but it didn’t matter. They needed a way out of here fast.
She looked around for a way out, a closet to hide in, or an old vent to stuff Leo into. Her mind was racing, but there wasn’t anywhere to go the Security Guard couldn’t follow. She stepped back and let go of Leo’s hand to keep a steady grip on the pistol, and aimed.
Just pretend it’s a radroach. A tall, humanoid-looking radroach. It did very little to steady her aim, or still the shake in her arm. Her aim was good. She’d spent almost a decade practicing, but that had been metal targets and bugs. Was she really going to kill someone? Someone she’d know since she was in diapers?
They don’t seem to have a problem with it.
She saw a carefully placed black boot step passed the corner and waited a second for the head to come into view, then-
She went for it. The gunshot in the close quarters metal walls of the vault was louder than she was expecting and she jumped back in surprise.
So did the security guard who yelped out a curse, “Hey! Don’t shoot! Friendly!”
“Officer Gomez?”
“Amy?” He rounded the corner, his gun holstered, and Amy shakily dropped her arm to her side. He was walking with a limp, but thankfully it didn’t seem to be because of her. “What were you thinking shooting like that?”
“I-I didn’t know who you were. If you were going to…”
He sighed and said, “You’re right. You’re lucky it was me who found you. The others won’t be so forgiving.” He glanced at Leo, at the duffel bags, and shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re up to and I-I don’t want to know. Just-Just clear out of here and I’ll pretend I never saw you.”
“Thank you, Officer Gomez.” She smiled at him half-heartedly, “You were always my favorite anyway.”
Leo piped up from behind her, “Are you going to be okay? Y-you’re limping!”
Officer Gomez’s eyes softened at Leo and hobbled over to tussle Leo’s hair, “It's a real shame it's come to this. You two were always good kids. Even if you were a little rebellious,” he gave Amy a side eye, “you didn’t deserve this. Go find your dad.”
“That’s the plan.”
“And… I’m sorry about what happened to Jonas. I can’t believe what they did to him… Officer Mack was out of control.”
Amy could hear the shake in his voice as he talked, but she wished he hadn’t mentioned Jonas at all. She was trying not to think about it. As they parted ways she tried not to think about how she could’ve almost killed him. How, if her arm had been a little less shaky, or if the bullet ricocheted, Officer Gomez could be dead right now. Freddie could’ve lost his dad.
They kept going, avoiding gunfire, watching people get shot, and Amy did her best to push out the insecurities, the doubts, the fears, and all the questions that she didn’t have time to answer.
There just wasn’t time. Leo helped where we could, and stayed out of sight whenever she had to deal with something unpleasant. Even if he wasn’t crying anymore, she could tell that the only reason the shock hadn’t settled in was because of the adrenaline. It wasn’t like she was any different. If she were to stop and think, really think it’d all be over.
Thankfully, her rebellious teen years were also doing some good. Security was never fast enough to catch up, and she knew the halls of this vault better than they did at this point. She knew all their tricks, how’d they try and catch her, and even after all these years they hadn’t changed.
She and Leo were close. So close. They’d have to go by the holding cells to get to the Overseer’s Office, and it was going to have the highest concentration of security. If they were clever, and if they were lucky, they’d scoot on by without anyone noticing. It’d probably be easier if there were some kind of distraction, right?
Then she heard it.
Amata’s scream.
Amy bolted.
The Overseer shook his head with a disappointed sigh, “Be reasonable Amata. Officer Mack may enjoy this, but I do not. Just tell us where to find your friend, so we can talk to her!”
“I’m telling you, I don’t know! What does she got to do with this anyway?”
Stevie Mack raised his baton with a wicked grin, and the door to the holding cells slid open Amy cocking her gun and aiming at his head.
“Drop it or I’ll shoot, asshole.” Amata broke out in a grin. Her eye was bruised, her lip split, and her cheek swollen, and the more Amy looked the more she started seeing red.
“Amy! You’re okay!”
“Sure am, Mata, now get out of here. I’ll handle this.”
The Overseer tsked as Amata ran out of the room, but stopped Stevie from chasing out after. He raised a brow at Amy, “Now, now, Amelia. Put that away, and come with us quietly and I promise that we can talk things out. With your full cooperation this can all be over with.”
She watched as Stevie flexed his fingers over the baton. It was covered in blood. Amatas. Jonas’. Who’s next was he planning to add to that collection?
“You made the choice not to talk things out when you let your dog murder Jonas. And what about Leo, huh? What were you thinking sending security after a thirteen-year-old boy?”
“Those were necessary measures-”
“Oh shut up! No they weren’t. You were just trying to make an example out of a kid to let everyone else in the vault know that no one’s safe! If one person breaks the rules, everyone gets punished. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it’s always going to be. Well not today. I’m not letting this piece of human trash hurt anymore people.”
And then, before Stevie could open his mouth, she shot. Her arm wasn’t shaking anymore, not with the rage flowing through her body, and this time she didn’t miss the three successive shots to that monster’s head. He’d been close. It was a straight shot. She couldn’t have missed it.
Stevie Mack dropped to the ground, and Amy watched as the blood pulled around him. The vault always smelled metallic, and now the air was filled with the scent of gunpowder and iron. The alarms kept echoing off the empty metal halls of the vault, and the Overseer stumbled back and cowered.
“I always knew you were nothing but trouble.” He was cowering, but he had the audacity to sneer.
Amy turned and aimed at the Overseer, “Stand down, or your next.”
“Amy, don’t!” Amata stepped between them, and a wave of shock swept over her.
“Are you- are you kidding me right now? You’re defending him? After what he did?”
“He wasn’t the one that killed Jonas! You got Stevie- it’s over!”
Amy didn’t agree with that. It wasn’t over, and Jonas’s blood was just as much on the Overseer’s as it was on Stevie’s, but there was yelling down the hall, and he just wasn’t worth it. If Amata wanted him alive, then it was on her to deal with the fallout of whatever happened afterwards.
She turned and saw Leo, standing frozen in the doorway, his eyes on Stevie’s body, and suddenly she felt exposed. She didn’t regret it. Not now, anyway, but seeing that look of horror on Leo’s face?
She wasn’t forgetting that anytime soon.
“Come on, Leo, we have to go.” She took his hand, but it was limp in her hold.
There wasn’t time to think about that.
When they passed by Jonas’s body the adrenaline wasn’t enough to keep her going. The tears started streaming down her face, and she dropped to the ground and held him. Apologized again and again for her stupid dad getting him wrapped up in all this. Jonas didn’t deserve this and neither did his family.
There wasn’t time to mourn. There wasn’t, but she couldn’t get herself to get up. Leo sat by her and leaned against her pulling something out of Jonas’s hands. When the shouts of security got loud again she struggled on to her feet, and pulled Leo with her to the Overseer’s Office.
Despite everything, Amy made quick work of the door to the Overseer’s office and got to work on the terminal. She could hear them coming closer and she barked at Leo to lock the door. It seemed to snap him out of his stupor and he stumbled to the door and locked it.
“Fuck, what was the trick to these things again? It’s been ages since I’ve had to do this.”
Without a word Leo gently nudged her to the side, and within seconds the terminal was hacked to be used at their leisure.
The door didn’t stop security for long, and this time it sounded like they had guns.
So, Amy scooped Leo up into her arms and ran. He’d been too old for her to carry for a while now, not that had ever stopped her, but with the added weight of everything else she knew that without the adrenaline rush she couldn’t have done it.
Amata was there waiting for her. Her goodbye to Amata was quick. Too quick. But gunfire rained down on them and she didn’t have any choice. She tried to drag Amata with her, out of this place, but she knew that it was a losing battle. Amata was right, one of them had to stay.
Once she was out the vault door, they didn’t follow her, but she didn’t let up her pace unless one of them decided not to be a coward. She raced down the cavern hall, feeling uneven ground for the first time in her life, dust kicked up from the ground and clogged her haggard lungs, and made for the rickety door with light streaming through the cracks.
She fell. Cradled Leo in her arms and hit the rocky ground hard, but the alarms were gone. The cold was gone. The air smelled strange and humid against her skin, the light was blinding, and rock hot against her suit. She scrambled to her feet, holding tightly onto her baby brother, and carried him down the hill and behind the rock wall of the mountainside.
Then she collapsed against it holding his face close to her chest. It was over. They were out.
They’d made it out alive.
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for years you have paraded around in public, wearing a hat that so boldly claims that women want you and fish fear you. you know just as well as i do that this is a lie. can you live up to the bar your hat sets? currently you are being lowered into a tank of piranha, and only your wife has the controls to save you. does this woman truly want you, or will it be you who fears the fish? let the game begin
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Looking for a Place to Happen 2
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats
This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.
Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely
Note: Here’s chapter two. Think I’ll probably slow down writing. Appreciate y’all.
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
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Chapter 2: I follow every little whiff
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You gave yourself a day off that week. Rather, the desolation of Birch allowed you an excuse to get away from your desk. An internet outage across the town had you up and wandering the main road just after noon. Your grandmother refused to join you so she was left to her true crime novel and the weekday droning of talk show hosts.
After a peek in the book shop where you picked out some used thrillers for your nan and a guilty splurge on one of Babs' pies to add to the surprise, you stopped by the diner and had some soup to warm up from the unrelenting cold. You played around on your phone as you blindly slurped from your spoon. With no available connection, you swapped candies to achieve a score high enough to get to the next round.
After another loss, you put your screen down and added some pepper to the tomato soup. You leaned your chin in your hand and peered across the road. The Asp was just diagonal from The Chipped Saucer and from your seat by the window you could see the comings and goings of the dingy bar.
You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the hundreds of comments on your video. You weren't entirely surprised that the internet cheered at the sight of a woman beating up a man in broad daylight, you'd seen much worse on the web. But many were curious and asked about how it started and about the small town alluded to in the caption.
You picked up your phone and flipped open the camera. You pointed it through the glass as one of the many bikers strutted out of the bar and down the street. You knew him, like most in town, he was the leader's right hand man. Steve Rogers. He had an odd gait, rigid with long strides, and you remember Kelly used to make fun of him when you walked home from school. That felt like forever ago.
You ended the video and dropped your phone again. You'd send it to Kelly when the outage was over. It would be a good laugh. Plus, you hadn't heard from her much since she moved to the city.
You finished your soup and paid. You went out into the street and cut around to the backstreets. You made your way back to your nans and found Pippin scratching at the front door. You stopped and scooped him up before you let yourself in.
"Don't like the snow, do ya?" You set him down and he whipped his tail before skittering off, "hey nan, I got you some stuff."
"You spend too much," she grumbled as you hung your coat and grabbed her treats.
"Only on you," you sang as you entered the front room, "sugarless blueberry pie, your fave, and some books about murder and all that freaky stuff you love."
"Hmm," she watched you put the pie and books down on the coffee table, "suppose the pie will go good with tea."
"Ah, and I suppose I'll be making that tea?" You returned.
"My arthritis…" she pouted but her grin came through.
"Yeah, yeah," you snickered as you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle, "we going black today or something lighter?"
"Put on some of the pekoe," she called back, "make a whole pot."
"Will do, ma'am," you trilled and basked in her annoyed mutter.
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When the internet came back, you sent of an email to inform the agency of the interruption and promised to meet your deadlines. Then you puttered around and added a caption to the video before you sent it off to Kelly; 'why he walk like that tho'. She sent a series of crying emojis back and told you to post it.
'Nah, it's a dumb joke.' You typed back.
'Saw ur last vid, ppl will eat it up,' she insisted.
'Well, got nothing else to put up. The account’s dying since no one cares about my writing.'
'DO IT.' Her words sealed your resolve and you uploaded the video with some dramatic music in the background.
The response was almost instantaneous. Several comments saying they were happy to see more and others being for another video. 'We all wanna see inside this fucked up town' one added and several latched on. Ignoring the questions of where this was, you gave a thin promise of future small town thug content. 
You turned back to your work email and opened up your draft for your next gig. You couldn't help but smile as you went over your work. You might have just found your niche.
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You knew your nan would lose it if she knew you were snooping around the club, so you didn’t tell her. You went down, made her breakfast, went back upstairs to do your work, then tiptoed out in the late afternoon to poke around town for something to upload. Birch was so dull when you lived there but to those outside, it was a novelty you were all too eager to provide.
You got more videos of the bikers; some revving their bikes, others arguing, but there was nothing overly usable. You were getting bored of it until the man himself walked out of the bar. You record the man’s glower expression as he marched down the sidewalk and turned off just down the way.
‘His name is Bucket… wtf?!’ you keyed in and snorted as you waited for it to load to your account.
Still, there was nothing special going on, like always in Birch, and your grandmother was bound to get suspicious if you kept sneaking around. You went back and hid your phone before she could bitch about it. You cooked her dinner and sat with her as your thoughts swung between work and your TikTok.
You went to bed but couldn’t sleep. You ended up watching YouTube on your phone as the windows shook with the night winds. It wasn’t until the darkness began to glow that you were roused from the cocoon of your comforter. You looked out and saw smoke coming from the main road.
You didn’t think before you pulled on your jeans and shoved your feet into your slipper, unconcerned about them soaking through as you barreled down the stairs, the sleeves of your hoodie only half on. The back door bounced behind you and you crunched down into the snow and clamored past the row of lifeless houses. 
You were out of breath as you got to the end of the path and rounded the diner to gape over at the burning garage. You got closer as the line of bikers stood in their leather with breath puffing before them in the frigid night. You stepped back into the shadow of the brick façade of the realty office and swiped your camera open.
Your hands shook and you struggled to steady the image on the screen as the mechanic woman raged in only her tee shirt. You didn’t quite understand what was going on; only that her garage was up in smoke and then men were doing nothing to smother it. She swung at the dark haired man and spat at several others; “cowards”... “fuck all of you!”
You gulped and held your breath as she was dragged away by the large redheaded henchman of the slender outsider. She fought for a moment before she was flung over his shoulder and the biker followed their leader back to The Asp. You sidled in between the building and hid until the voices faded into the wind.
Well, that would be a hell of a video. It might even go viral.
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Your phone did not stop. You almost felt bad as you saw the screen limn the edges of your cell as you left it face down on the little table beside the couch. Your nan sat in her rocking chair talking away on her corded phone to Linette from down the road. You suspected that every other person in town was gossiping about the same thing; the fire.
You finished your coffee and rubbed your eyes as you checked the time and ignored the pulsing notifications. It was too much to keep up with.
Your grandmother hung up and sighed, “can’t believe it. You hear?”
“Hear what?” you pretended ignorance.
“That old garage burned down. The one with the lady,” she said, “pity. When I was a girl, that place was a salon. Ma used to take us there to get our hair cut. The barber would give us wrapped candies and pretend to cut himself with his scissors.”
“Oh? It burned down?” you weren’t sure you were very convincing but you also could just say you saw it happen.
“Yep, no one really can say. You know, maybe she was welding or some rag caught, but I bet my money on those bikers,” she sneered.
“Good thing you’re poor,” you kidded, “and why the bikers?”
“Oh, well, you know Kimmy, Linette’s girl, works down at the diner and she saw that mechanic arguing with one of those strangers, the ones dealing with the club men. Well, it’s no coincidence that trouble follows those leather jackets around,” she rocked as she nodded knowingly, “oh, one of the boys I knew back in the day, he was found burnt up with his bike. They said the tank blew… well, I saw it and that tank was pristine.”
“Nan,” you gasped, “you… Jesus.”
“Well, things don’t change in Birch, we just get older,” she continued, “when you’re young, everything seems new but then you age and it’s all just the same.”
“Wow, how… inspiring,” you said dryly.
“Girlie, you gotta be careful,” she intoned, “that fire, that’s a lesson to all the women in this town. To everyone. You don’t cross the Commandos.”
“I don’t think anyone--”
“That’s another thing, there has never been a shortage of stupid people, not now not then,” she girded, “those women who get tied up in that club, their lives are already done.”
You frowned and hid your phone in your pocket as you stood. You rubbed your neck and picked up your empty mug, “I should get started.”
“Mmm,” she said as she dialed the phone again, “I wonder if Fran knows yet.” 
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You were being really fucking stupid but peer pressure was not a logical thing. Even through a screen, you found it hard to resist the goads. So there you were, your phone in your hand as you live-streamed your walk down to The Asp. The data costs alone would make you regret it but you were caught up in the hype of you fifteen second of internet fame.
“Alright,” you stopped across the street and gave a view of the moniker with Cleopatra sultrily looking down at you, “this is it… I just gotta play it cool…” you turned the lens towards you and smiled nervously, “hopefully that dude at the front doesn’t stop me.”
Comments flicked up the bottom of the screen so fast and smilies and hearts floated up the side around your face. You crossed the screen as you turned your phone against your coat and approached the bar door. The large biker butted out his smoke and you bared your teeth nervously. He didn’t stop you as he rolled his shoulders and coughed.
You entered to the noise of classic rock and low voices, the clink of glasses and tap of chalk on marble. You glanced around and quickly swept your phone around to give a view of the patrons. You hurried over to the bar and climbed up on a stool.
“You need a drink?” the woman behind the bar scowled. She looked worn out even with her lips painted bright pink and her eyes clouded with blue shadow.
“Uh, sure, can I… can I get one pint of everything you have on tap?” you asked as you set your phone down and shrugged out of your coat. You draped it over the next stool and reposition your phone as you flipped the cam and used the built in stand on the case to angle yourself onto the screen.
“Sure,” she narrowed her eyes and glanced past you.
You swung your feet as you waited for her to pour the five pints; some with too much foam and the others with no head at all. You took the first and held it up for the camera.
“A classic, BudLight,” you held it up to the light, “no head and…” you sipped, “flat.” You plunked it down and coughed as you grabbed the next, “this is a raddler?” you looked at the tap for confirmation, “grapefruit… smells like piss…” you had a sip, “tastes like it too.”
You chuckled to yourself and asked for a water. You made a show of swishing it around in your mouth before you moved onto the third beer.
“Had to cleanse the palate,” you joked, “now… lots of foam on this one, dark. You know, I’m pretty surprised they have Guinness here but let’s see…” you tasted it and crinkled your nose, “that’s it. Exactly like toilet water!”
You read some of the comments telling you to check the bottles for bugs and laughed. Suddenly you were yanked off the stool by the back of your shirt and your phone was swiped up by another man as the first restrained you. You struggled against his thick arm as it hooked around your neck and the leader of their crew stared at the screen of your cell.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled as he hit the screen with his thumb but the stream kept going. He dropped the phone to the floor and stomped it instead.
“This is the bitch posting about us online,” the man at your back growled. It was Steve, the one with the weird walk.
“I doubt either of you know how to use a computer,” you scoffed, “hey, let me go.”
“And why would we do that when you’re snitching to the whole world, sweetheart?” Bucky kicked your phone away as he crossed his arms.
“Actually, I’m--” you grasped Steve’s arm as it threatened to get tighter, “--promoting your trash business. I was just having a tasting, if you had just asked--”
“Shut up!” Bucky stepped closer and brought your legs up and stopped him as you planted your feet against his stomach.
“Hey,” a woman’s voice came from behind the bar as the waitress shoved aside her empty tray, “hey, she’s just a kid.”
“Bullshit,” Bucky huffed, “she looks full-grown to me.”
“So what are you gonna do?” she said, “she’s young. You can’t--”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” he snapped.
“She’s right,” another voice intoned and that man, Sam, came up beside them with a pool cue in hand, “she’s just goofing around.”
“She’s a rat,” Steve insisted.
“You’re being dramatic. It’s called a meme and you do walk a little strange,” he chuckled, “no one’s gonna follow her breadcrumbs back to this shithole anyway.”
Bucky considered Sam and then looked at Steve. He poked his cheek with his tongue and sucked his teeth.
“So… you vouching for her?” Bucky asked.
“She won’t cause any more trouble, promise,” Sam said, “I’ll make sure of it.”
“You better,” Bucky snapped his fingers and you were released, “get her out of here.” 
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liliacvol6 · 3 years
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Just Famous
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader 
Summary: You’re THE up and coming movie star, he’s the guy that plays Spider-Man. What happens when he reveals in an interview that you’re his celebrity crush
Warnings: Honestly just a cute ass lil story
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I had this in my drafts forever so I figured I should probably post it eventually :)))
(Y/F/N) - your first name
(Y/L/N)- your last name
(Y/B/F) - your best friend’s name 
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You sat on your couch reading a news article about the up and coming movie Spider-Man Far From Home. You were a large marvel fan and had wanted to get into the movie series, you auditioned for MJ but it ultimately went to Zendaya. You talked about this recently in an interview, how losing the role made you work harder and that’s how you go the role you were nominated for an oscar with. 
“Y/N!!” Your manager and friend called to you, you looked up from your phone. Their face was bright red and they held out their phone, “Fucking watch this”
You grabbed her phone and pressed play. It was a video from an interview from the Far From Home press tour. Tom Holland, Zendaya and Jacob Batalon sat laughing and giggling while the interviewer came up with the next question, she waited for the giggles to die down and then said,
“So (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) auditioned for the role of MJ, do you think the movie would’ve been way different if she was cast and Zendaya, you weren’t?” Tom started looking around the room at everyone and as Zendaya started to speak Tom threw his hands in the air waving around, 
“Wait just a minute, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) could’ve been my MJ? Are you serious??” Tom was smiling widely now, Zendaya slapped his arm and Jacob rolled his eyes,
“What am I not good enough??” Zendaya asked laughing, Tom shook his head and put his face in his hands 
“No, you’re great but she’s celebrity crush for sure and I would love to meet her” 
You gasped as your manager started laughing, “How crazy is that?” She asked taking her phone back. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. Tom Holland was extremely cute and from what you had seen in interviews and red carpet appearances he was a real sweetheart too, and YOU were his celebrity crush... you couldn’t believe it.
~~~~~One week later~~~~~
In the past week you were still swimming around with the thought of Tom Holland. It was just a stupid comment that he probably didn’t mean but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The day you thought you had gotten over it, your manager informed you that you were just invited to the Far From Home premiere in two days. Naturally, this caused you to freak the fuck out even more than you already were. You called up your best friend and asked them to join you at the premiere. They said yes and now it was time for you to find the outfit. 
*I’m in love with this dress btw *
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You settled on a dress dress that was to die for. The red was a not so subtle nod to one of Spiderman’s iconic colors and you looked stunning. 
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The Night of the Premiere 
“Okay we are approaching so you and (Y/B/F) get ready to depart the car” Your driver told you, you looked at your best friend and they smiled back at you. You were nervous yet excited, nervous because even though you’re an actress you still got nervous in front of the camera. Also nervous because you were most likely going to meet Tom Holland tonight, which also had you excited. 
The car came to a stop and the door opened, you could see some flashing cameras in the distance and knew that’s the destination you had to get to. You stepped out of the car and people started screaming. You say all of the Spiderman fans screaming and waving. You waved back to them and (Y/B/F) came over and grabbed your hand, leading you to where you had to go. You scanned the people that were waiting to go onto the carpet. You were slightly overwhelmed with the amount of marvel stars that had shown up. 
“Holy shit, this is insane” Your best friend whispered to you as they also looked around at all of the celebrities. You nodded to her and turned around to talk to her while you waited to go on the carpet. 
“Oh my god! (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)!! I didn’t know you would be here!” A voice yelled behind you, you turned and were face to face with none other than Zendaya herself. You were star-struck. 
“Oh wow hi, you’re incredible and you look so beautiful” You said to her as she pulled you in for a hug. You introduced your best friend and they received a hug from Zendaya as well. 
“I’m happy you’re here, Tom is a big fan” She said causing you to smile slightly. You wanted to tell her that you were a big fan of his but you couldn’t because Jacob came over and tapped her shoulder,
“Hey Z, we gotta take cast photos” He said looking from her to you, “You came! Awesome, Tom didn’t know if you would since his manager sent out the invite so late” He said smiling at you, you just laughed and waved as him and Zendaya were rushed over to the rest of the cast. You felt slightly embarrassed that everyone was throwing around Tom wanting to meet you like this wasn’t insane news to hear.
Your eyes landed on Tom Holland. The red suit, looked so good on him and you almost lost your breath when you saw him wearing glasses. 
“Woah” you audibly said as your best friend’s eyes went to where you were looking, to your horror he turned his attention to you. You both made eye contact and you felt your stomach flip in knots. He was so handsome and he was looking at you. He gave you a smile and turned his attention back to taking photos. 
After the group photos it was your turn to walk the carpet. You walked with confidence and smiled at the cameras. You were then joined by your best friend and took pictures together. When you turned to walk to the next picture spot you saw Tom staring at you, you went to smile but he turned away immediately. You watched as he started a new interview with Zendaya and it was your turn to walk past him and get ready to watch the movie. When you were walking past you heard your name being called by Zendaya. You turned and saw her ushering you over to the interview. You tried to not look nervous as you walked over to where the interviewer, Tom and Zendaya were standing smiling at you.
“Hi” You said to Zendaya, you turned to look at Tom and he was blushing. The interviewer laughed and held up her microphone.
“So, Miss (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), we were just discussing all the different celebrities that are here tonight when Tom Holland let it slip that he was most excited to meet you” The interviewer said holding the microphone over to you, you didn’t know what to say, Tom was now looking at you with a sheepish grin on his face and you giggled into the mic.
“That’s really sweet, I was really happy when I got the invite because I’m a huge Spiderman fan and I think Tom is doing a great job of portraying him” You said smiling at Tom and then the interviewer.
“Ah.. Thank you” Tom said quietly. 
“Oh my god he’s so embarrassed, that’s so adorable” Zendaya said reaching out to pinch his cheek, he playfully slapped her hand away causing everyone to laugh. 
After a few more questions that the interviewer had managed to loop you into as well, she said “Well thank you for the interview and I can’t wait to watch this film!” she said cheerfully before turning and moving on to interview someone else. 
“I’m sorry about that” Tom said to you as you went to turn away, you turned back and made eye contact with him. You smiled and shrugged
“Don’t be, I have wanted to meet you for a while” You said, mentally you were applauding yourself, you couldn’t believe you managed something intelligent out and especially something somewhat flirty. 
“Listen, I know we don’t know each other that well but if you would ever wanna get a bite to eat or something I’d love that” Tom said giving you a big smile, you felt your insides once again freaking out and you shook your head
“Yeah, I’d love that.” Tom beamed at you and then glanced down and back up
“You look beautiful tonight, and uh.. listen. there’s this after-party I’m throwing with a few friends and I’d love for you and your friend to come along so we could hang out. Only if you want.” He added the last part hastily 
“Oh absolutely, that would be a lot of fun.” 
“Great, can I get your number?” He asked, you said yes and he went over to Harrison who had his phone and brought it back to you.
You put your number in and he thanked you. You didn’t have any time after that to chat because everyone was called in to watch Far From Home. Your best friend tugged on your arm when you were in the theater and showed you your phone which they were keeping for you while you took pictures. 
You had a new text
“Hey, It’s Tom!”
Another one
“Tom Holland, haha shoulda specified. Anyways, here’s the address for the party. I’m looking forward to seeing you there.”
Another text came in while you were looking at your phone
“And you really do look incredibly beautiful tonight” You smiled at your phone and texted him back 
“You look incredibly handsome tonight, I especially love the glasses :)” You looked up just in time to see Tom getting flustered and Harrison laughing as Tom hit his arm. You couldn’t wait for the after-party.
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nikoruistyping · 2 years
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Tangled in Webs || Chapter 1 || The First Day
Complete Masterlist || Marvel Masterlist || Series Masterlist || Chapter 2
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TW: Nothing really! Just a little bit of Father-Daughter Teen Angst/Attitude that's about it XD
Word Count: 2,524
A/N: Can’t believe I’m finally publishing this after having this plot and idea planned out for more than over 2 years in my drafts! Finally happy to be posting my very first Multichapter Series on here and I can’t wait to keep on updating and posting more chapters! I’m trying my best and thank you everyone hope you enjoy!
You roll your eyes looking out the window of the limousine your dad had insisted you travel in with him as you were to be dropped off at Empire State University, the biggest and best university in all of New York City. The background chatter of your dad speaking, you had just tuned him out, your finger pressing the volume button on your phone hiking up the volume on your AirPods wanting to drown his voice out. You feel his finger pull out your AirPod getting your attention as you furrow your brow at him.
"Hey! What was that for dad?!" You say in a snarky attitude, yep you were definitely Tony Starks daughter when he saw the look of confusion and anger in your facial expression.
"Hey young lady, do not use that tone with me. You're not even listening to what I have to say? I spent a whole hour of my day preparing that speech you know. Jesus teenagers, am I right Happy?" He says tilting down his aviator sunglasses down his nose, his eyes peeking out and looking at you and darting to Happy as he drives you both.
"No comment boss." He mumbles underneath his breath continuing to not get involved and in the process honks the horn at someone who cut him off on the road.
"Dad I've already heard your speech like fifty times while you were reciting it in the lab last night. I'm going to be fine. You need to stop worrying so much, I can handle myself." You say trying to reassure him.
"Y/N Y/MN Stark, it is my job to worry about you. You and your mother are the only people in this life that matter to me and I will do anything to protect the both of you. Do I make that clear?" He says grabbing the edge of his sunglasses and whipping them off as his eyes seemed to pierce into yours, that's when you knew he was serious.
"Yes...Dad..." You said in a low voice, the car pulling up just in time right in front of the universities entrance and a smile came upon your face as you already saw your friends at the gates waiting for you, waving for you to join them.
"Well this is my stop dad, I love you." You say quickly leaning over in the backseat to hug him tightly and his arms slowly but surely made their way around you as he hugged you equally as tight. You could have sworn you heard a sniffle come from his nose but he tried to play it off which made you smile even more. He was always trying to hide his emotional side and always putting up such a tough front for everyone to see when in reality he was a big softie.
"Go out there and get 'em, tiger." He said with a small smile pulling away from the hug and he twirled the sunglasses in his hand and handed them to you.
"Take them, just remember I'm always a phone call away. I love you...3000." He said a tear almost came out of his eye as you couldn't stop smiling taking the sunglasses from him and making sure to hang them in between the v-neck part of your sweater.
"Thanks, dad..." You say putting your hand on the lever of the car door and pulling it open and stepping out of the limousine in true Stark fashion. You always had to make an entrance wherever you went despite not wanting to always make a scene your dad always insisted it was the only way to ever show up anywhere.
You quickly turn around, the car door closes and you could see him roll down the window, blowing kisses at you and your face flushed red embarrassed that he really was doing that. You weren't five years old anymore! You walked quickly up to your friend group and tried to brush off the embarrassment by fixing your glasses, pushing them up your nose as you bounced up each step of the stairs.
"Finally! It's about time you got here Y/N!" Ned said as you had finally caught up with the whole group and you all started to simultaneously walk together towards the first class of your freshman year of college.
"Always making an entrance, like a true Stark I see. Glad you're here...I guess." MJ had commented under her breath, she always had such a passive-aggressive tone, you were never sure if she liked you or hated you.
"Yeah sorry about being late. You know my dad he always likes to be fashionably late. Even if that includes making me also late for my first day. I'm glad to finally see you guys! What have you all been up to? The group chat was so dead over the summer..." You comment, your eyebrows furrowed at the thought that you barely even saw your friends the whole summer mostly because your dad had kept you chained to the Avengers Compound so that you could learn every single little detail about how to run things alone if anything were ever to happen or occur to him.
"Don't you remember?! We all went on that trip to Europe, except you were the only one not there...but um don't worry! I'm sure next summer we can totally go all together again and do a bunch of other cool stuff." Ned quickly said trying to cheer you up, noticing that your face had fallen flat at the thought that everyone was having a great time in ancient cities and beautiful beaches while you were stuck inside practically the whole time.
"It was fun...I guess..." MJ quickly comments, her words often not very descriptive or sounding like she had much fun at all.
"Yeah totally! I'd love to travel all over next summer, maybe we can even go to Asia! I've always wanted to visit Japan." You say all excited, a smile back on your face as you fantasized about wanting to do something other than studying and working constantly.
"That would be even better!" Ned says his hands in a fist and cheering at the idea.
"And um...where is Peter? He always seems to be MIA, is he really missing the first day of classes?" You question genuinely curious about his whereabouts, he always seemed to have some type of excuse and was always running off constantly, especially at the worst times.
"Oh um Pete, he is totally on his way! Should be here any minute now..." Ned's voice trailed off with a nervous laugh following it up as he scratched the back of his head.
While you all walked in a group down the hallways towards the first lecture hall, of course people were staring and whispering as they all knew who you were. You’re the daughter of the famous Tony Stark, of course, they were going to talk all about you and dissect every part of your life that they only knew by reading the tabloids. You tried to shield your face behind your glasses, your bangs framing your face while trying to walk and look down at your feet.
"Oh look who it is-" Ned nudged your elbow to look up as you saw Peter running towards you guys, waving his hand frantically in the air while your eyes seemed to light up as he made his way towards you.
"Peter!" You shouted loudly running towards him at full speed and you immediately jumped into his arms. Luckily he was able to catch you since by the way you were running the momentum of your jump would have landed you both on the floor.
"Well someone is excited to see me, how are ya Snarky Starky?" He asked as you just laughed at the cheesy nickname he had given you since you always seemed to act a bit snarky with him at times and well it just stuck ever since.
"Ten times better now that you're here! I seriously thought you were going to skip out on the first day. I really wanted us all to be together to make it memorable and all." You explain realizing that he was still holding you close to his chest and you blushed, pulling apart, as he also had a blushed look across his cheeks and joined you guys walking together once again.
"Glad to see ya Pete." Ned said fist-bumping Peter as they decided to perform their ridiculous handshake which made you giggle at how close they really were.
"I totally didn't miss you at all..." MJ had mumbled under her breath, quickly looking up at Peter.
"Reunited once again! Glad to really see you guys. I seriously don't think I would have survived Midtown Tech without you all and now look at us, we all got accepted to ESU! We are totally gonna kill it this semester, I just know it." He says with his go-lucky happy attitude that he always seemed to have in his voice and you had forgotten how optimistic Peter always was, it made you smile knowing he was the one in the group that was the biggest ball of energy.
"You guys really are the bestest of friends I could ever ask for...thank you, seriously." You say in a bit of a serious tone but the smile on your face was genuine as you were really happy to know you had your friends back once again and now the journey of college life was just beginning for all of you, together.
"Wow Starky, don't get all emotional on us now," Peter says playfully holding his hand over his heart.
"I just like to show my appreciation for my friends, is that such a crime Parker?" You say in your usual snarky attitude and he just smiles knowing you were back in full swing.
"See, there is my Snarky Starky!" He says as you all walk into the lecture hall together.
Each of you take your seats in all different spots spread out across the hall. You set up shop taking out your laptop and your notebook, opening up your pencil case to take out some of your favorite pens and pencils but while you rummage through you find a little note from your dad.
'Have a good first day of school, I'm proud of you sweetheart -Dad'
You could have sworn that your heart swelled a few times bigger as you read the note. He really was the best dad you could ever ask for and he truly cared about you. He always made time for you ever since the minute you were born. Your smile grew the more you read it over and over until the professor had called everyone's attention to the slide show presentation on quantum physics.
You were a diligent note-taker and you basically had a photographic memory, that's why you were so good at literally acing all your exams. You clearly had inherited Tony's big brain and you just had fallen in love with science ever since you could remember. Just when you were a toddler you could remember sitting on the lab table as Tony would work on all his projects, tinkering and creating. The thought made you smile when you would always steal his tools from his toolbox and hide them all over the house and play with his Ironman masks and pretend you were saving the world just like he did. You loved everything about science, engineering and everything in between that Tony had spent years and with a lot of patience teaching you until right now. One day Stark Industries would be yours and you wanted to make sure that your father's legacy would continue to live on through you.
As the professor took notes your fingers flew across the keys typing almost every single word, making sure to cover all the topics you could from just that one class. You looked over to the iMessage notification that popped up on the screen of your laptop and reluctantly you go over to it and open it. It was a message from Peter, who was sitting all the way across the room from you. You decide to respond to him quickly while your brow furrows in annoyance at how he was interrupting your intense note-taking.
Pete: Hope you're not already falling asleep during this boring lecture
You: I'm taking notes like I should be and just like YOU should too
Pete: Why would I take notes when I can just copy yours
You: And who said I would let you copy my notes?
Pete: Come on Snarky Starky, are you really telling me you won't let me?
You: I'll think about it, now pay attention to the lecture Parker
Pete: How about we meet at the library so I can copy those notes then?
You: NY Public?
Pete: You know it
You: Don't forget to bring snacks ;)
Pete: I'd never forget them, see ya after class Starky
You close out the chat and get back to taking notes, you shake your head in disappointment when you see that you missed a few points and know you will have to go back to fill it in later. Your eyes scan across the room and you see Peter and all you can seem to do is smile when you see how silly he is acting in the middle of class as he tries to balance a pencil on the tip of his nose. The more you thought about it Peter was always just there, there for you no matter what. He was like the peanut butter to your jelly, the anchor to your ship, and so on. Have you ever thought about him romantically? Maybe a few times but you just had never entertained the idea since he never really showed much interest before or at least you thought he didn't, either that or you were just really blind, maybe it really was the latter. He always seemed to be the constant in your life that never really changed and in some weird way it brought you comfort knowing you could always rely on him, that he would always be there for you and maybe you really wanted him there for something more. He was the type to drop everything to go visit you at 2 am if you were having a breakdown or if things got too stressful you knew that just being able to see his face would remind you that everything would be alright.
Except that this whole summer you both were distant from each other. You didn't know why and it was killing you inside and you just had to know what had you done to make him just push you away like that? Was it really you or was it him? What had suddenly changed for him to just act as if nothing happened? You needed to know and you sure as hell were going to find out sooner or later, there wasn't anything that you couldn't solve except for maybe relationships weren't your strong point...
To be continued...
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firefly-in-darkness · 3 years
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Worst Idea Ever [Part Four]
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Characters → Y/N & Bucky Barnes, Other Marvel Characters.
Series Summary → Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what’s the worst that could happen?
Part FourSummary → Y/N takes Bucky to a place from her past, meeting people that he never imagined Y/N to be friends with and someone else from her past tries to come back into her life.
Word Count → 3k.
Part Two Warnings → 18+, swearing, angst, jealousy, illusion to sexy things. Two idiots.
Beta → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.
Series Taglist  → Open, just drop me an ask!
A/N → And once again, I wrote the first draft and left it in my docs like I’d posted it... thank you @whitestarbucky​ for being late to the party and reminding me that I actually hadn’t posted it.
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Previously in Part Three: He sunk back into the pillow, his hand dragging down his face. Bucky wasn’t sure what the billionaire genius was referring to, but he felt guilty for whatever Y/N had to witness of him and Jackie. He thought going home with someone else would help quash his feelings but now that he was sober, he knew that it was a stupid idea. He only felt guilt and remorse for what had happened the previous night.
Hooking up with a woman in front of Y/N was the worst idea ever.
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The breeze from the rental car window was just enough to keep Y/N alert as she drove the last stretch of their five-hour journey, well maybe a bit longer if you counted going through the whole airport process. Y/N had felt tense the second she met Bucky at JFK and the thought of being confined to a small space that was thousands of feet in the air.
Y/N didn’t want to talk about how things had become uncomfortable after Peter and Gwen’s rehearsal dinner. She was embarrassed but she also had avoided the subject completely when she met him the next day for the wedding. Bucky’s familial duties took him away from her which, to her benefit, meant that she hardly saw him. 
The celebration was enjoyable but there was an annoying voice in the back of her head telling her to talk to Bucky about everything. But she couldn’t, he was her friend of over a decade. Plus, now that they were on their way to another wedding, it had already been three weeks since they last saw each other. 
Bucky had probably forgotten about the incident, and he was too drunk to see that he and Jackie hurt her. She should just brush it under the carpet, right?
The journey wasn’t as bad as Y/N thought; she was able to lose herself in her book or the music playlist that Nat had sent to her a few days ago. ‘Perfect for long journeys’, she’d said. All the while, Bucky lounged in the seat beside her, reading on his kindle or chatting about the usual nonsense that was his dating life.
It was as if nothing had happened, nothing had changed, and Y/N knew that she was just overthinking the possibility of them crossing the line of friendship. It was only a side effect of their fake dating arrangement and being in romantically charged places.
The motel parking lot gravel crunched under the tyres as Y/N pulled in. Relief flooded her and she sluggishly climbed out, stretching her arms high and shaking out her legs. The freedom from the cramped space behind the wheel didn’t alleviate heaviness in her muscles and all that she craved was a nap.
Bucky headed to the reception to pick up the key, and within minutes they were able to access the room, and Y/N instantly flopped face-first onto the bed. Kicking her shoes off and shuffling up the mattress, she pulled the side of the duvet and rolled over into a cocoon and let the nap take hold of her.
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Bucky clambered through the door with Y/N’s luggage as well as his own, muttering to himself about her being a lazy pain in his ass. But when he saw her peacefully sleeping form on the bed, he couldn’t help but smile. The way she had cocooned herself in the covers, and how her soft snores puffed out her lips; it was adorable.
Then the guilt reared its head. He’d tried to approach the subject of the rehearsal dinner at the airport but from the tension in her body and the intense focus on reading her book, he knew that she wouldn’t talk. She was embarrassed, and he would have been too if he’d been caught with a sex toy at a rehearsal dinner.
Deep down, he knew something else was bothering Y/N. She was too focused on the road ahead instead of listening to his woeful attempts at dating. His thoughts kept reverting to the moment he kicked Jackie out after awaking to Y/N’s text messages; he felt like he’d upset Y/N, disappointed her but wasn’t that what this was all about? They were being one another’s company until they found someone they wanted to date. That’s what this was.
Since Peter’s wedding, fond moments Bucky had shared with Y/N had started to dance behind his eyes. Their shared memories from over the years playing on repeat at night. Making breakfast together while the rest of their friends groaned about their hangovers in the other room, the candid way she’d grab his prosthetic arm and he always felt a rush of warmth when he realised that once again, it didn’t bother her. 
That was before all the technological adaptations to connect to his nervous system. She touched his arm like it was real. And once those adaptations were made, Bucky felt her tender touch and the soft skin of her palm. He felt at ease, calm, at peace even, with her compared to the rest of the people in his life, the world. He was whole with her.
A horn blasted in the parking lot and caught Bucky’s attention before he refocused on Y/N’s sleeping form. Bucky wasn’t sure about his feelings anymore, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of their pact or whether Y/N felt something more. He could be just imagining it. She had never judged him, had always been by his side at college. 
They were partners in crime, as thick as thieves. And since then, they’d drifted into a more casual friendship but maybe there could be something there. Stop it. He berated and carried on unloading the car, focused intently on collecting their belongings.
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Y/N felt better than before but she still felt drowsy, and the flickering television showing an old western film lulled her further into the bed. Absentmindedly, she pulled Bucky’s arm around her shoulder and nuzzled into his chest. The smell of his cologne added to the comfort she already found herself in, then she realised what she had done.
Now that she was there, she didn’t know what to do, she was frozen in place. She could remove her arms from his waist, or maybe pretend she was still asleep and roll away again. The embarrassment tingled at her cheeks and the feel of his toned stomach under her forearm made her core ache with want. She snapped out of it when she felt Bucky shuffle away from her.
“Erm, what are you doing?” Bucky frowned at her, seriousness in his features.
“It’s just a hug, I’m half asleep, chill out.” Y/N pretended to not let the hurt of rejection show and put it back onto Bucky, “Do you not like cuddles or something?”
Bucky unfurled his arm and shook his head at her, “I don’t wanna cuddle you.” 
Y/N sighed dramatically and flopped back onto bed dramatically, “Fine, don’t crawl over to me when it gets cold in here tonight.”
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Bucky had lied, he did like cuddles. He wanted to cuddle Y/N with every fibre of his being. He didn’t want to get used to it, to the feel of Y/N’s warm body pressed against him, only to have it be taken away. He didn’t want to miss her touch once he had been graced with it. He wasn’t good enough for her, anything more than friendship wouldn’t work. It surely couldn't?
He turned off the television and decided to leave her to sleep in peace. He knew for certain that the next time she woke up, she’d be cranky because she hadn’t eaten. With the fear of Y/N throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old, he headed out into the town to find some food for the drama queen.
Bucky threw on his jacket and grabbed the keys, Y/N’s phone flashing drew his attention. A notification: an envelope with Dean bolded beside it. He knew that he wouldn’t read it, no matter how tempting the voices in the back of his head were telling him to see what had happened since Y/N and Dean’s rendezvous at Darcy’s wedding.
Bucky, annoyed at the taunting notification, he knew Y/N’s password, it was the same for everything and he’d constantly scolded her for that. But he’d never invade her privacy. And right now, he needed to get out of the room. It was stifling and it felt like the walls had closed in around him. Y/N’s soft snores had become irritating as the recurring feeling of jealousy took over and he stormed out of the room.
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A group of large men covered in tattoos with long beards, unmistakably their Harleys resting in the parking bay out the front of the venue made Y/N feel like she was finally home. It wasn’t the usual aesthetic for a wedding reception and maybe Y/N should have warned Bucky. Where’s the fun in that? She thought as she reached the entrance, but Bucky was no longer beside her.
Y/N turned to find his confused face across the sidewalk, “Come on, we’re here.”
Bucky jogged over to her, he frowned as he read the sign on the wall, “Right, we are going to a bar called Hell House that used to be a Catholic boarding school for a wedding?”
“Yes, I told you, it’s for some dear friends from when I lived here.” She ushered him inside with a giggle. “I know my way around, just follow me.”
“You said you lived in a suburb,” Bucky muttered as he walked into the dimly lit bar.
The number of people dressed similarly to the men outside was growing tenfold and Y/N could feel the tension reeling off him. She knew he wouldn’t be scared, but probably surprised by the company she kept in her hometown. They were a different, very different group of friends to those she met at college.
“Hey Chocolate Puddin’!” Y/N screamed and threw her arms around the man wiping down a table.  The man reciprocated with the usual awkward hug; not holding her too tightly in case Y/N clocked him one for feeling her up on accident again. She pulled away and gestured to her date. “And this is Bucky.”
He shook Bucky’s hand and introduced himself, “Weasel. This one just mocks me for not knowing what emojis mean.”
Y/N tugged on Bucky’s jacket to bring his ear closer and whispered, “He thought the poop emoji was chocolate ice cream or somethin’.”
“What can I get you to drink?” Weasel asked as he wiped the glasses and placed them on the bar.
“Blowjob!!” Another man shouted and spun Y/N around, pulling her away from the bar and out of Bucky’s hearing range. “Well, look at you Care Bear. Looking like a fuckable plushie.”
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Weasel muttered under his breath and fixed the bailey and whipped cream shot while jealousy brewed in Bucky’s chest as he watched Y/N being picked up by the handsome man. He couldn’t react, how could he in a room full of giants and he’d hardly admitted his feelings to himself yet. 
Instead, he clutched the bottle of beer that Weasel handed him. Y/N knew these people, if she didn’t want to be manhandled then she would have done something about it. And Bucky wasn’t sure why that annoyed him more; that she was more casual with affections or that she didn’t do this with him.
Bucky turned away for a second only to turn around to see a woman grabbing Y/N’s face and pushing their faces together in a smacking kiss. His mouth dropped agape, as the women giggled and hugged one another. He needed to talk to you about what kind of place you grew up in because this was not what he pictured.
“You get used to it.” Weasel commented and held up two crossed fingers, “those three are like that. Never known a throuple like it.”
Bucky frowned, “a what?”
“He’s messing with you Buck, he’s just jealous that he never got to tap any of us. Bucky, this is Wade and Vanessa.”
It then dawned on him that the man that ordered a blow job and the woman that snogged his fake date were the newlyweds. Vanessa was one of Y/N’s oldest friends from high school and had introduced her to Wade, but never explained how. Maybe the venue had something to do with it but now he was even more curious and a little less jealous.
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The four of them drank round after round at a table that had been set aside for the special couple. The table didn’t look any different to the others apart from the fact that it was probably the cleanest and the only distinguishable feature was the folded piece of paper with the words ‘reservation for wade & ness’ scrawled on it.
“So how did you two meet?” Bucky asked the couple.
“Y/N and I went our separate ways after school.” Vanessa held out her hand on the table, Y/N immediately grabbing it. “One of us sold themselves to the world of men and the other became a stripper.”
Y/N cackled, and Bucky enjoyed the carefree nature that Y/N had around this pair. She was uninhibited and more herself than he’d seen in a long time. Growing up with someone is a different type of friendship with the ones you meet at college. Bucky’s mind drifted to Steve Rogers, his childhood friend and how they were practically brothers, always getting into trouble. 
“Wade came in after finishing a job, courtesy of me.” Y/N dramatically placed her hand on her chest then looked at Bucky, “Oh right, you don’t know what Wade does for a living. So erm, basically he can be hired to help people with difficult situations rather than calling the police.”
Bucky paused and dropped the bottle onto the table with a thunk and immediately found Y/N’s eyes. He wasn’t sure where this story was going but he didn’t like the sound of it at all. Not one little bit.
“My ex was causing me some hassle and Wade gave him a little scare.” Y/N beamed through her drunkenness and turned back to the couple, “and because Wade came the next night to pay his merc fees, he met Ness.”
“Oh yeah, it was that douche, Francis. Francis. Stalker shit his pants when he saw me.” Wade barked out a laugh and turned to Vanessa, muttering words into her ear. The couple becoming completely lost in one another.
Bucky turned to Y/N, “Didn’t you date Francis in college?”
Y/N hiccupped and nodded, then vacated her seat before Bucky could respond. He watched her fiddle with the dials on the jukebox while he mulled over his thoughts; why hadn’t Y/N come to him or Sam about Francis? 
He’d have to ask her when she was sober because there was no way he was going to get the information from her now or the newlyweds. They were almost tearing each other’s clothes off as they made out. 
Y/N had finally picked a track and it boomed through the speakers. Her and a group of others dancing along to the beat. Bucky left the passionate display of intimacy and joined Y/N on the makeshift dance floor which was just some tables pushed to the side.
“Buckaroo!” She crooned and pulled him into a formal hold for such an upbeat song, “So who are we hooking you up with tonight?”
Bucky was completely surprised at her comment, he had hoped that she didn’t like what had happened on their last date and how it turned out with Jackie. Then again, Dean had text her earlier. He must have read this situation completely wrong, and he didn’t want her to know that. She couldn’t know how he felt, he wasn’t sure about it either. That’s what he kept telling himself.
He decided to play along and nod towards a young woman, “what about her?”
Y/N checked over his shoulder as they spun around the small space, she rolled her eyes at the sight of Hope Summers, “I don’t think that’s a good idea unless you want to get beaten up by her dad.”
He followed Y/N’s line of sight and spotted the man glaring at him as if he knew exactly what Bucky had thought or said about his daughter. He immediately shifted Y/N around, spinning her out and back in to avoid looking into the creepy old man’s death stare.
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“I need a drink,” Y/N stopped dancing, gathering her breath.
Bucky led the way to the bar and Y/N happily held onto his hand until they were met with Weasel’s agitated face as he held the corded phone to his ear before placing the receiver to his chest.
“It’s for you.” He gestured to Y/N who rounded the bar with confusion etched across her face. Nobody who knew Hellhouse's number knew she was here or would be calling because they’re all here as far as she could tell. 
Weasel kept his hand over the mouthpiece as she approached, “It’s Tyler.”
Y/N glanced to Bucky who sipped on his beer and talked to Neena, another of her high school friends that had ended up in similar work as Wade, she was nicknamed Lucky for all the ways she miraculously got out of tricky situations.
Bucky ducked closer to Neena’s, whispering into her ear and a wave of anger erupted in Y/N. She was done with being second best, Bucky was only doing this to meet other women. She wasn’t what he wanted.
Finally, she put the phone to her ear and prepared herself to listen to whatever her ex-boyfriend wanted to say. With a deep breath, she answered the call as coolly as she could.
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Bucky turned back to the bar and saw the frustration on Y/N’s face growing, it wasn’t a pleasant phone call. Plus, surely, they would have rung her mobile. He scooted around the bar and approached Y/N, her back now turned from him and her fingers wrapped and unwrapped from the coil of the phone’s cord.
“Tyler, please just listen to me.” She hissed. “I am not interested. I’ve moved on.”
Bucky froze at Y/N’s words, when did she move on? And who had she moved onto? Was it that guy that she met at Darcy's wedding? Dean. The name grated his nerves. He couldn’t blame her; she was allowed to move on. Worry filled his thoughts, could he have caused Y/N to run into the arms of someone else because he hooked up with Jackie.
Y/N slammed the handset into its holder on the wall, spinning to Bucky and the moment he saw her unshed tears, he pulled her into his arms. Pushing his feelings aside, he knew that he needed to be there for her regardless of if she had moved on to someone new.
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bruhstories · 3 years
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Vogel und Jäger
Summary: You accidentally witness a murder, but the murderer takes pity on you. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (mafia AU) Warnings & Content: murder, language, angst Word Count: 1.7 k
A/N: i've been dying for a mafia au with zeke so here's part one of the series Vogel und Jäger. i have two more chapters drafted, and i'll try to post for this series weekly so i can write some moooore for it.
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Bang!
The blood-curling sound was familiar to your ears. A gunshot — followed by the gurgling of a man.
Bang!
Another shot and the gurgling stopped. Panic settled in your heart, making you jump back and knock the metallic bin which served as a shield against the perpetrators.
Shit.
Footsteps drew closer and you began to pray. Running was futile. Running was always futile. Your throat was dry, your mascara was smeared all over your cheeks from all the tears, lips chapped and bleeding.
Our Father, who art in Heaven...
The cold muzzle of the gun pressed onto your forehead and you shivered, breath hitching, eyes glued to the wet pavement.
Hollowed be thy name...
The Mafia never spared any witnesses, you knew that all too well, even if you happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Thy Kingdom come...
"Hey, boss, we got a girl."
"Kill her."
"No, please!" You threw yourself at the feet and mercy of the armed man. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please, I'm only nineteen!" Through the sobs, your voice was still melodious, syrupy. So sweet that the boss stopped in his tracks.
Thy will be done...
Another pair of footsteps approached, tentatively, not as eager as the first person. You still haven't looked up, too scared to even blink, to even breathe.
On earth, as it is in Heaven...
"Hand me the gun, Yelena."
"As you wish, boss."
You felt someone crouch down next to you, someone dressed in expensive clothing, by the look of the trousers and polished shoes.
Give us this day our daily bread...
"You've got a very pretty voice." He lifted your chin up with the barrel of the gun, chills running down your spine.
"T-thank y-you..."
"Can you sing, little bird?"
"Y-yes."
And forgive us our trespasses...
Finally, you looked at the perpetrator — spellbinding grey eyes, platinum blonde hair slicked back and a matching goatee. His gaze was either boring or pitiful.
"Lucky you, we're hiring."
As we forgive those who trespass against us...
Anxiety coiled in your stomach, words caught up in your throat. You were still praying, unaware if this was all a sadistic joke or a miracle.
And lead us not into temptation...
Dark lashes fluttered, more tears streaming down your beautiful face as the gears in your head turned in a desperate attempt to understand what was happening.
But deliver us from evil...
"Hiring?" Your voice went up an octave when you saw the small stag pinned to the man's chest. The Jaeger family — the most feared mafia family in Paradis City.
For thine is the kingdom...
"A pretty voice like yours shouldn't go to waste." He got up and offered you his hand.
And the power, and the glory...
Reluctantly, you took it, helping yourself up and chewing your lower lip.
For ever and ever...
"T-thank you!" You told him, slender fingers squeezing his hand tightly. "I owe you m-my life."
Amen.
"Correct. Your life, your soul, your eyes and ears." He walked you to a car and opened the door for you. "Yelena, take us to the club. We've got business to discuss with my little brother."
•°.•°.•°.•°
Your eyes wandered all over the soundproof office, situated one floor above and opposite the stage. Every inch of the bar, the seating areas, everything was visible from that room. You tapped a finger on the wide window, eyes narrowed at the idea that it might, in fact, be bulletproof. These men were not playing, and you were now their property. The door opened and you jolted at the sound of music filling the office as your saviour walked in with two other people.
"This is my younger brother, Eren. You already know Yelena. I assume you know my name."
You nodded.
"Zeke Jaeger."
"Good girl." Zeke was pleased with your answer as he poured himself a glass of bourbon.
"I thought we didn't spare any witnesses." Eren shot you a look that made you regret being alive.
"Settle down, little brother. Tell us your name."
"Y/N, sir. Y/N Y/L/N." You swallowed, fingers fiddling with the hem of your blouse in an attempt to calm your nerves.
"You see, Eren, Y/N can sing." Zeke opened a drawer and pulled a gun out. More guns, more panic. Your eyes widened and your plump lips quivered when he aimed the gun at you with one hand, glass of alcohol in the other. "Sing or I paint the walls with your brains."
Your legs almost gave in at the threat — you knew it wasn't an empty one, and with all the courage you could muster, you closed your eyes and sang the first song that came to your mind, fucking Kiss from a Rose.
Your voice seemed to coat the people with honey, all three of them somewhat relaxing at the sweet sounds coming from your vocal cords.
"See, I told you she can sing." Zeke put the gun back in the drawer and closed it, swirling the bourbon in his glass before finishing it.
"Where do you live?" Eren crossed his arms, still suspicious of you.
"Historia's." You told him, eyes drifting to the ugly fur rug on the floor.
"The orphanage?"
"Yes."
"But you said you're nineteen." Zeke intervened, a brow quirked at you.
"I am. I try to help as much as possible in exchange for a bed and a roof over my head." You explained, eyeing the white couch that looked so incredibly comfortable.
"Just sit down already." Eren scoffed and you rushed to the furniture, mumbling thank you’s over and over.
"And why were you on that street tonight?" Yelena spoke for the first time since you came to the club. You looked at her and she seemed just as suspicious about you as Eren.
"I... the man you k-killed... he was... I'm-"
"A prostitute." Zeke nonchalantly interrupted you.
It was true. People like you, orphans, didn't have the privilege of being properly educated and finding well-paid jobs. Paradis was a jungle, and you did everything you could to survive. Everything.
"Well on the bright side you don't have to do that anymore." Zeke shrugged as he sunk deeper in his chair, feet on the desk, but you sensed he wasn't entirely honest. "You do have a beautiful voice, and our last girl had some... business to attend to, so you'll be taking her place."
"Is this why you called me here?" Eren sighed, leg impatiently shaking.
"Don't be stupid, of course not. I need Armin to prepare this month's tax reports and I need you to keep an eye on the police. They're sticking their nose in our business again, and I want them out of it. You two can go. Y/N, you stay." Zeke waved his hand and Eren and Yelena left, music briefly filling the office again.
You twiddled with the cushion in your lap, waiting for your new boss to say something. Being in that room was nerve-wracking, and you felt the air grow thick. Eventually Zeke took off his glasses, fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sighed.
"Sir?" You dared, voice feeble and frail.
"What?" He clicked his tongue and you instantly regretted speaking.
"Sir, I'm not educated, but I've been on the streets long enough to know that every man or woman has a purpose..." You placed the cushion back. "...and a price. What's my purpose? I doubt it's only to sing."
Zeke nodded, fingers tracing the wooden desk.
"You're right, it isn't just to sing. It's to distract."
"Distract who? And from what?"
"You're asking an awful lot of questions for someone who's just witnessed a murder. You best not go to the police." He narrowed his eyes, piercing your soul. You sighed and walked to the desk, taking a seat opposite Zeke.
"It's not... my first murder." You confessed to him.
"Oh? My dear, you're full of surprises. Pray, tell. Drink?"
"Yes please." You answered, throat dry as a desert. "I can't go to the police. And even if I could, I wouldn't." The drink earned a disgusted look from you, but it was better than nothing. "Two years ago, I ended someone's life. He deserved it, he broke into Miss Historia's orphanage and tried to... to..."
"I understand." Zeke stopped you. "And if you go to the police, they'd do a background check on you." He continued, satisfied that he had a leverage in case you decided to turn against him.
"Exactly. And Historia helped me so much, I wouldn't want to put her in danger. So, I'm asking again, distract who from what?"
Zeke walked to the window, telling you to follow him. He pointed at two men, a tall blond one, and a short brunette one.
"See those two? They're policemen. They work for us, but we suspect they're double agents." He explained before pointing at three other men. "Those we suspect of being Marleyan mobsters. You see, Y/N, we have a lot of enemies. And we must keep our guard up every second of our lives."
You nodded, perfectly understanding Zeke's words. Paradis was a chess board and only the filthy rich played — the rest of you were pawns.
"Sir, you spared my life, and I know I can't ask for anything in return. But please, please don't drag Miss Historia into this. The children there did nothing wrong." Tears pooled at your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and you wiped them with the back of your hand. "I swear my loyalty to you."
"For someone uneducated, you're extremely clever." Zeke's voice was serious. You half-smiled at the compliment, but you knew the mess you got yourself into cut your lifespan severely. "Can you shoot?"
"No, sir."
"It's alright, Mikasa will teach you. Sleep on the couch tonight, I'll have Yelena bring you a blanket. Tomorrow you'll swear an oath in front of the family. And if you want to protect Historia, you'll move out of the orphanage."
You nodded. You understood that mingling with the mafia endangered everyone you loved, but you couldn't stop yourself from crying the entire night. Historia was but a few months older than you, yet she gladly took you in when she invested in that orphanage. Now you had to leave everything behind for her safety — and yours.
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xxwritemeastoryxx · 3 years
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Sacrifices
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Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Character death, mentions of blood. Mild trigger warning for thoughts/talks of death (It’s canon typical with the Series Finale, but I wanna add this in there just in case.) 
Author’s Note: Welcome to day 3 of Angst week. This my darlings is the prequel to Temporary Spells. This piece was originally supposed to be posted last year, but as we all know things became chaotic and it was almost impossible to do so. But, it is here now and I am quickly working through my drafts! I’m actually below 20 Items and that doesn’t include the new 2021 requests that I’ve asked for. So I’m making a lot of progress!
Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. 
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Klaus was ready to take the Hollow within him if it meant that Hope got to live a long life, even if it was without him there with her. Klaus knew that his siblings would be there to protect her and be by her side whenever she needed them. Hope would even have Y/N if she ever needed anything at all.
While Klaus had been dead set on this plan of his, Y/N hated it. She hated every part of this plan and she had made it known several times. But as the clock was ticking down for Hope, Klaus wasn’t going to listen to any of Y/N’s plans. The Hybrid’s thick skull was impenetrable once his mind had been set.
Y/N only had a few more hours before Hope would begin her first transition and the Hollow would be pulled from her. While Klaus believed that this was the only way, Y/N knew there had to be another. And the woman wasn’t going to stop until she had found an answer.
She poured through every book she had. Looking for anything and everything she could get her hands on that had been left behind by her family. Some spells couldn’t hold that kind of magic while others were darker than the Magic the Hollow provided, making it the very last resort. For if Y/N dabbled into the darker forms of magic, she knew she’d be lost to it as well.
However, when her phone rang hours later with Elijah’s phone call, she knew she had been too late. Klaus had taken the Hollow into himself and with the help of Hope he and Elijah had been able to bring Klaus back to New Orleans before he could finish the task of killing himself. While one timer reached its end, there was another one that was beginning it’s countdown.
“There has to be something.” Hope said as she watched Y/N flip through the pages of her grimoire.
“I’m trying as best as I can to find something.” Y/N promised.
Even after Freya had tried convincing Hope that there was no amount of magic in the world that could slow the Hollow from taking over Klaus completely, Y/N refused to give up. She refused to believe that there was nothing else they hadn’t tried. When Hope came in and saw that she hadn’t quit like her Aunt had, Hope could only hang on to the sliver of hope that Y/N would find something.
As Y/N continued to flip through one book, Hope’s eyes looked over at the other opened book on the table. The design of it had been foreign to Hope. Even as she read the words along the page, she was curious about it.
“What is this one?” She asked as she looked up at Y/N.
Y/N looked over at Hope and sighed as she took in the page. “It’s a grieving spell. One that my grandmother had created for my grandfather right before she passed.” Her eyes moved back to the pages in front of her as she continued to explain. “One that would grant the person grieving a chance to see their loved one after they’ve passed. It’s temporary in the terms of once the person has stopped grieving, they stop seeing them.”
Hope’s eyes moved back to the page as she ran her fingers over it. “Why do you have it open to this page?”
“A back up plan.” Y/N said with a nod. “Because if your Aunt is right, I think that spell would be best for you.”
Hope’s eyes watered at that. Her lips had tried their hardest not to tremble. “Let’s hope that it doesn’t get to that point.”
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Y/N heard Klaus’s footsteps as he entered the room. He could easily hear as her heart sped up for a single moment before it returned to normal. And as he entered the room, she never once looked up at him. Her eyes were still trained on the pages before her. From what he heard, she hadn’t moved from that spot for over a twenty-four hour period.
“Y/N/N,” He began as he came to a stop just a few feet away from the very bed they had shared.
“Don’t.” She said as she quickly shook her head. “Don’t you dare ask me to stop looking because I am not ready to give up.”
“No one is asking you to.” He said softly as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, careful to not disturb the organized mess that has taken over the top of it. “But we should talk before the night ends.”
“You didn’t want to listen before you left.” She said as she finally tore her eyes away from the book to look over at him. “I asked you-no, begged-for you to let me find a way that didn’t involve us saying goodbye.” Her bottom lip began to tremble. “But you wanted it done your way. And I’m not ready to let you go.”
Klaus quickly took her hands in his as he brought the other one up to rest on her cheek. “We both know there was no other way around this, love. I couldn’t stand by and watch my daughter die from this.”
“I understand, I really do.” And Y/N had. But the thought of Klaus not being around to be with his daughter after all this time of them being a part, Y/N hated the idea. While Hope was her step daughter and Y/N would do anything to keep her safe, Hope needed Klaus more. “But she needs you. She just lost her mother and you are willing to take your own life. How is that fair to her?”
“It isn’t.” Klaus agreed. “But what other choice do we have now?” His eyes moved towards the books before looking back over at her. “We’ve come to the end of this and I have come to terms with what is needed to be done. And I know you will be there for Hope. To care for her and protect her. I couldn’t ask for a better partner to be there for her.”
Y/N bit down on her lip as she tried to blink back the tears that were wanting to spill. She was determined not to break when there was still that thought of hope to keep him from wanting to end his life.
“Would you stop me if I found a way?” She asked cautiously as she looked him in the eye.
A smile pulled at his lips as he took in her words. “If you find something and come swooping in at the last second, I wouldn’t stop you.”
She chuckled at that. “We both know I’m great with timing.”
His hand that rested along her cheek moved down to the side of her neck. “That you are. It is one of the reasons I love you.”
Her eyes watered at his words. “Don’t start saying goodbye.”
“I would never.” He promised. “We both know I’m not particularly fond of emotional goodbyes. I’d rather our last conversation not be filled with words that we say out of sadness.”
“And what would you want our conversation to be?” She asked as her eyes scanned his face. She could see the emotions that were hidden behind his eyes. The ones that he refused to speak of.
As Klaus has stated, he hated emotional goodbyes. He hated the emotions that he’d feel with them or even the hurt that was forced upon the other person. That was something Klaus didn’t want to see on Y/N. He knew his decision hurt her in ways that he’d never be able to fully understand. But for right now, with his time ticking down, he wanted her to be happy.
“How much I love you.” A tug of a smile pulled at his lips. “How much the last several years has meant to me. You kept me sane in my time of need. Especially after visiting Elijah. You managed to make sure I wouldn’t lose myself completely.”
“I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.” She said with a nod. “And that is coming from a witch that promised she wouldn’t get herself involved in vampire business.”
“You just couldn’t resist my charms.” He said with a chuckle that made her laugh in return. “There’s my favorite laugh.”
“It’s usually only you that hears it anyway.” She said with a smile.
“Then I am very lucky, aren’t I?” A bit of a smirk pulled at his lips. “I’ll let you get back to your books.”
Her face fell at that as he began to move away from her. Her chest filled with an emotion that was close to breaking out of her. She couldn’t stop herself from putting the book to the side and following Klaus off the bed until she is standing in front of him.
They looked at each other, words no longer needing to be said between them. They could easily decipher the emotions that were surrounding them. Their eyes held on to each other for only a moment before Klaus closed the distance between them and brought his lips down to hers.
The kiss between them shared everything they had refused to say in that moment. The goodbye that neither of them actually wanted to say. The feelings of fear, love and even the grief that had surrounded them had been conveyed through the kiss. And it wasn’t long before Klaus broke away from her, leaving Y/N completely alone in the room.
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Klaus, Y/N, Elijah and Rebekah stood in the streets of the French Quarter. The walk to let Klaus do as he intended had felt the longest. While the others had finally gotten Klaus to agree to a ‘funeral’ as his last few hours, the laughter and fun they had was nothing in comparison to what they felt now.
With a rather quick goodbye for Rebekah and promise of the cure for immortality in the future, Rebekah had left knowing that she couldn’t say goodbye to her brother. Y/N had known, just as the siblings had, that Elijah wanted to take his life with Klaus. It was why he had stayed put instead of leaving as Rebekah had.
Y/N on the other hand knew that this wasn’t going to end as any of them had planned. The time between Klaus leaving her room and the last meal with family, she had found a way around this. She found a way for Klaus to be able to stay with his siblings, with Hope and not have to be the one to sacrifice his life. She had just yet to say anything to anyone.
As Klaus began to walk away from Y/N and Elijah, Elijah moved to take a step after his brother. Y/N reached out and placed her hand on Elijah’s arm, as if to stop him for only a moment. Elijah looked over at Y/N confused by her actions.
“I know your intention is to die with him,” she began. “but it won’t be necessary.”
“This is my decision.” Elijah noted as he took in her words.
“Your death would be pointless seeing as Klaus will not die tonight.” Her words caused Elijah to still for a moment, taking in what she said. “He will not be the one to die tonight. And if your intentions are to go out with him, it will only be you that does.”
Elijah’s eyes quickly moved from her to his brother who had still been walking away from them, unbothered by the conversation they were having. “He can’t hear us.”
She shook her head. “No.” She took a deep breath trying to get her thoughts in order quickly. There wasn’t much time left now. “This evening, I performed a spell unbeknownst to Klaus. One that would tie his death and only the action of his death, with another. He will survive tonight, and Hollow will be gone.”
“If that is true, why not tell him of your plan?” Elijah asked. “Having someone take my brother’s place is a better plan than any.”
“Because in order for someone to take Klaus’s place it needed to be someone that was willing to take his place. No one wants to die, not with that kind of darkness within them. While Klaus is hellbent on taking his own life to ensure Hope’s safety, we both know that girl needs her father in her life.”
As Elijah continued to take in her words, realization formed within him. His eyes searched her face for any proof that he had been wrong. But there was nothing that showed his thoughts had been wrong. And it was as he looked down to where Y/N’s hand had been on his arm, that his thoughts had been proven correct.
Where the dark veins had been climbing up his wrist some time before, they no longer did. For as they moved down, they climbed up Y/N’s wrist. She had been taking the smallest piece of the Hollow that he had within himself.
“A willing participant.” He repeated a moment later. “And what am I to tell my brother when he finds out?”
“I’d be able to tell him.” She said with a nod of her head. “There is a temporary spell put in place that I’d be able to speak with him. To explain my side of things.”
“You should be with him.” Elijah said as his eyes looked over her face, but she had already been shaking her head.
“By the time I got there, it’d be too late.” She explained. Just as she had, she felt blood fall from her nose. Her hand instinctively moved to wipe it. “A human can’t hold that dark magic for long. You should be the one that’s by his side when he finds out. I can already feel the spell working. The hollow is slowly being transferred to me.”
“Y/N,” Elijah began but stopped himself as he watched as her eyes changed from the color he had been so used to seeing turn to a bright blue for only a moment. Once her eyes returned to normal, blood began to spill from the corner of her eyes. “It’s killing you.”
“As planned.” She said with a nod. “Now go, he’s going to need you. Especially after he learns that I did this.”
Elijah only nodded his head before he was gone from her sight. It seemed like only a second had passed before a pain filled her chest. One that told her that Klaus had shoved the white oak stake into his chest.
A cry of pain passed her lips as she fell to the ground. Despite the pain that was filling her body, she felt at peace. Her actions saved not only the man she loved, but saved a child from becoming an orphan. From the moment her eyes landed on the spell, Y/N knew she would go through with it. And as darkness began to take over her senses, she wondered what true peace was like in the afterlife.
The last thing she heard had been the sound of Klaus calling out her name as he tried making his way back to her before the darkness consumed her completely.
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alirhi · 3 years
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okay. let's do this shit.
Guess what, bitches? Mama bear's back and angry all over again. Remember when I said I might dive into a ragepost about how Bucky's treated after completing the one about Loki? This is it. This is the post. Welcome to fucking Thunderdome.
I will actually try to keep it civil. No promises, but I'll try. and I will not be accepting "constructive criticism" about my rage. Just so we're clear.
Got it? Good. Let's dive in.
In case you don't want to read the whole thing (I know I get wordy) here's what this whole post will boil down to: BUCKY NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE. NEVER. NOT ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.
Now, quick reminder: I don't read comics. I know nothing about Bucky's comic canon, except what Sebastian liked to bring up as often as possible during TWS/CW promotions: at some point, Bucky boned Nat. XD Since Bucky only exists as a Marvel property, I won't be bitching about other source material being disrespected like I did with Loki. This is all MCU, my dudes. And honestly? That's enough, because though we don't see nearly enough of Bucky for my liking, we do manage to get a rich, deep backstory to him in the material we're given, partly thanks to better writing in the early days of the MCU, and partly thanks to Sebastian Stan's phenomenal acting. Unlike the writers of the Loki series, Seb knows how to show, not tell. And gods, what stories those eyes show...
Let's start with the army. In an old post illustrating what an absolute BAMF Bucky Barnes truly is, I mistakenly said he enlisted, and a kind soul educated me on the incredible attention to detail Marvel used to pay - in this case, Bucky's ID number. 32557038. As this kind, eagle-eyed soul pointed out to me, the first two digits of that number - 32 - signify that Bucky was drafted, specifically from the NY, NJ, DE area (that last part is rather obvious, as Bucky and Steve are from Brooklyn lol). Bucky didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted. He was forced to fight, or go to prison.
Bucky was born in 1917, which means - again, as someone pointed out to me a while back - he came of age during the Great Depression. As a child, he would likely have seen his parents living comfortably and able to shower each other and him and his sister with gifts and fun memories, and then POOF. Stock market crashes when he's only 12-years-old, and life becomes brutal and painful. He manages to have some fun with his best friend Steve, and spends his teens/early 20s chasing girls and keeping his stupid, stubborn, tiny friend from getting beaten to death.
Steve constantly has something to prove. He's absolutely got what my mom always called "little man's disease", and Bucky's just doing his best not to roll his eyes too much at this asthmatic chihuahua constantly trying to beat up Tibetan mastiffs. While Steve keeps lying on his enlistment forms (an actual crime) trying again and again to get into the army and prove what a badass he is (definitely not), Bucky's had enough trauma and upheaval in his life and he just wants his stupid friend to calm tf down and live. Enjoy the fact that he doesn't have to go to war and get his limbs blown off.
And then he gets fucking drafted. This sweet, resigned realist who knows exactly how dangerous the war really is, is forced to put on a uniform and go fight strangers alongside other strangers thousands of miles from everything he knows. And on his last night of freedom, when he just wants to hang out with his friend, see some cool gadgets, and dance with a pretty girl, his stupid angry chihuahua friend feels the need to lie and try to enlist again.
Okay. Gotta get back on track. Ragepost about mistreatment of Bucky, not how much Steve annoys me. Sorry. Anyway...
Bucky's drafted, accepts his shitty lot with a brave smile, and is shipped off to Europe, where he is captured by HYDRA and presumed by the Allies to be KIA. Instead, he's strapped down, tortured, and given the HYDRA version of the super serum against his will. Steve rescues him, and Bucky knows he can't leave his idiot friend to his own devices to get his head blown off, so he dives right back into the fray. And then he falls off a cliff, loses most of his left arm, and is declared dead...again. This one's pretty damn valid, though lol. Without the serum no one knew he'd been shot up with, there is no way he would have survived that fall.
Here is where Bucky's story gets truly heartbreaking: His autonomy, his ability to consent is stripped from him through electroshock torture/brainwashing. The trigger words are conditioned into him during this process, and boom. Ten words in Russian, and Bucky Barnes is gone. Even the confused, hurting shadow of him is gone, leaving only a perfectly obedient killing machine, with Bucky's pretty face. He's strong as all hell, though, so they can't keep him fully under their control for long, not without more torture, when the disorientation of being fucking frozen wears off on longer missions.
I cannot stress this point enough, guys: Bucky. Had. No. Choice. Not like the draft, where his choices (go and get shot at, refuse and go to jail, or dodge and run to Canada) just suck. No, he literally didn't have a choice. He had his ability to choose stripped from him. If that's too complex a concept to really sink in, try this: His brain was fucking raped. Repeatedly. For decades. Nothing the Winter Soldier ever did was Bucky's fault. Nothing. Ever. Not remotely, no matter how you fucking slice it. Bucky is not an assassin. I almost said "not a killer", but he was a soldier, and a sharpshooter. He definitely killed when he was himself, but that was in a war, not a series of assassinations.
So far, imo, so good. This is just a rundown of Bucky's pre-show backstory. I don't love what he had to suffer, but I do love how it was treated in the movies. People were afraid of him, but when they knew the whole situation, Steve, Nat, and Sam rallied behind him. Natasha had plenty of reason to want the Winter Soldier dead; he'd tried to kill her multiple times and almost succeeded. Sam had no reason to help Bucky at all; he didn't know him, didn't trust him, and again, TWS had tried to kill him. But he stood by Steve, and when Bucky showed the clear difference between himself and TWS, Sam stood by him, too, and fought alongside him.
And it's very realistic, imo, that Tony didn't give a single fuck that Bucky had no choice. He watched this man murder both of his parents on tape. If TWS had killed my dad and I saw proof of it, I'd try to kill Bucky, too. Grief wins out over logic. Most emotions usually do. And that's a very important point we're going to come back to in a few minutes.
Bucky was really only in like ten minutes at most of IW and Endgame, and for multiple reasons I hate those movies, so I'm just gonna skip them, kay? Kay. On to the main event!
Here's where I get pissed off. Even if I didn't have an unhealthy attachment to this character, or the depth of appreciation for his tragic backstory that I do, the lack of continuity between the movies and the show alone would still piss me off. It always does. Don't even get me started on Joss "Continuity? What continuity?" Whedon and his (iconic, but flawed) shows. Ahem. Back on track...
Let me just get one little thing out of the way real quick: I fucking LOVE The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I love it. This show amazed me when I first watched it, and I still love it after many more viewings lol. I have only ever watched it all the way through without skipping over as much John Walker shit as possible the one time lol but I love how Sam and Bucky interact, and I fucking adore how Sam's arc was treated. I just wish they'd show the same care and attention to Bucky.
Because what they did to Bucky in this show is a fucking travesty. There was a tiny ray of hope in the pilot, when he called out Dr. Bitchface for being a terrible shrink. I thought that would be the start of him realizing he needed to find someone else and ignore the damaging shit that woman was telling him. But...nope. No such luck.
The show really had a strong start, I'll give it that. We see Bucky having nightmares of his time as TWS and struggling to hide how his traumatic memories are affecting him as he tries to live in the world again. He befriends the father of one of HYDRA's victims, which can't be good for Bucky (and we're shown it's definitely not when he sees the shrine in Yori's home to his late son) but it's sweet, how he's trying to connect and reach out to someone who's hurting and lonely.
They drop the ball a little with the whole... Bucky can hack a fucking car, but can't figure out Tinder thing. Had they just run with the fandom interpretation of the tiger photos line, that it shows that Bucky is bi and left it at that, I'd have been okay with it (and no, that is not because I ship Sam/Bucky. it's because Bucky is and always has been a certified nerd who loves technology and has consistently shown very little issue learning to use new gadgets). The outdated flip phone he handed his terrible court-mandated shrink was a burner; I liked that theory when I read it, especially since it's the only time we see him even holding a phone that old lol. This all could have fit the "Bucky is a sassy bisexual nerd" narrative and it'd be okay. Instead, the director was like "NOOOOOO that line was just to show how old he is and how he can't figure out all this newfangled technology!" Woman, you had him remotely driving someone else's vehicle with a tablet. That is NOT a man who can't figure out a damn smart phone!
But that's just a minor annoyance. What fills me with absolute rage is how everyone - not just the shitty therapist who lashes out at and purposely triggers her traumatized patients, but EVERYONE - Sam, Zemo, people who should fucking know better ALL treat him like he's a psychopath and a ticking time bomb. Like he chose to take the serum and he chose to kill for HYDRA, and he's just seen the error of his ways. *barf*
Bucky in the movies is established to be a victim, through and through. His guilt over what he was forced to do is natural, and that he sees himself as a monster makes sense... but that doesn't mean it's correct. The one and only thing I ever liked about Steve Rogers is at least he got it. He pointed out that none of it was Bucky's fault, he tried to show him that he was worth saving. That's the other reason I refuse to talk about Endgame. This post will get a WHOLE LOT LONGER and a lot fucking angrier if I open that door.
Zemo supposedly knows everything about HYDRA and super soldiers... So why does he treat Bucky like he's a corrupt serial killer? (this, for the record, is why I don't like Zemo) Why does he never point out that Bucky was given the serum against his will, or that his actions, when he had control of them, proved that he was never corrupted? Bucky never wanted to become superhuman. Bucky didn't even want to fucking fight!
Sam, despite constantly resisting the label, is shown very clearly to be Bucky's friend. By episode 3, he cares. He worries about how Bucky is getting lumped in with the other super soldiers in Zemo's speech... But he never really defends him. He says "what about Bucky?" but he doesn't point out that Bucky's a good man, he's fought so hard to help people, he does everything he can to avoid killing... And that fucking speech in episode 5. I was with him on "you gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." I was like "YEAH! Tell him, Sam! Bucky, you're WORTH SAVING, boo! Your value does not hinge on someone else's opinion of you!" And then... Sam dropped the ball.
He not only continued the disturbing pattern of victim-blaming in this show, and in Marvel/Disney properties in general, but he gave really dangerously bad advice! No one in their right mind, mental health professional or no, would EVER tell a traumatized former assassin (whether he was responsible for his actions or not) to go confront his victims' families out of the blue with no warning and no one to mediate and keep things from going to shit. Yori already knew his son had been murdered because he was in the "wrong place, wrong time." How is it being "of service" to tell him you're the one who killed him?! Remember how I said Tony's reaction to learning the full truth about his parents' deaths was valid and would be an important point later? Hi! Welcome to later. THAT is the natural reaction to facing the man who murdered your loved one(s). And even if Yori didn't get angry and lash out, HOW IS IT "HELPING" HIM OR BRINGING HIM "CLOSURE" TO KNOW THAT HIS FRIEND KILLED HIS FUCKING SON?!?!?! This man befriended him, bonded with him, watched him grieve... And now he's learning this is the man who caused all his pain and heartache to begin with? That is so toxic and psycho I just... I can't even... UGH.
And then there's the equally toxic and damaging "deeply traumatized person just needed a stern talking to and a hug to be ALL BETTER AGAIN" ending. I loved seeing Bucky happy and socializing, but it was too soon, and it was unearned. And it sends a fucking awful message to people actually struggling with PTSD, and to their loved ones who don't know how to help them. Heaping more blame on them and then hugging it out is NOT helpful!
This show could have been damn near perfect with just two changes. That's all. Just two. 1) Someone, anyone, bringing up the reasons why Bucky was never a villain in his presence. Someone being in his corner and reminding him, like Steve did, that it wasn't his fault and he's not going to "snap". 2) More time devoted to Bucky's healing. Actual fucking healing, not the shit they tried to pass off as a magic fix-all. He can have his happy barbecue moment, just don't frame it as "everything's great now!" Healing isn't linear, and there will be both good days and bad. Some of the most fragile people in the world have the brightest smiles.
If we get a season 2, which this amazing show absolutely deserves, and they address this stuff, all will be forgiven in my book. Expanding on his story and his journey toward healing will help to reframe that "happily ever after" garbage as something more realistic. But as it stands now... Fuck Marvel.
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jadelotusflower · 3 years
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It’s Cold in that Fridge: The Case of Nakari Kelen
Since The Case of Mara Jade has been doing the rounds again, I’ve finally gone back to this post that has been sitting in my drafts for literally years. So let’s honour this absolute badass who deserved better:
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Once upon a time, the Star Wars universe was but six films (and a tv series) in the story of the Skywalker family. But beyond George Lucas’ story was an absolute boatload of books, comics, games, and other materials that made up the Expanded Universe. When Disney purchased Lucasfilm and the rights to the Star Wars saga, everything in this universe was decanonised and deemed “Legends” - some aspects of this universe were retained or re-purposed, others sit in Disney’s figurative vault and will likely never see the light of day (and seeing how the ST turned out, maybe that’s for the best).
But this transition between Legends canon and Disney canon was not so simple, because the nature of publishing meant that there were novels approved during the time of Legends canon that would be released in the time of Disney canon. In particular, there had been the planned trilogy “Empire and Rebellion”, set between A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back, with each novel from the perspective of one of The Big Three.  
Razor’s Edge (Leia) and Honor Among Thieves (Han) were released prior to the Great Canon Split of 2014.  But while the Luke-centric novel had been planned, it was not due to be released until well after the Split. So Heir to the Jedi (so called as an homage to the Legends progenitor Heir to the Empire) became one of the first books of the Disney canon.
What does this background have to do with Nakari Kelen?  Perhaps nothing, but I do wonder how the writing process was affected by the shift from Legends to Disney - was the novel a relic of the old EU with any reference the LFL storygroup didn’t like excised during editing, or was it a trendsetter for the new EU, a Sign of Things to Come?  
The most salient point being, of course, that Nakari Kelen - like so many love interests before her - was not allowed to go along her merry way at the conclusion of the novel, but was shoved into the fridge.
If there was one constant of the Legends EU, it was that Luke Skywalker’s love interests couldn’t catch a break. Mara Jade naturally lasted the longest relationship-wise, with almost twenty years of marriage to Luke before some bright spark decided she had to go (as per the aforementioned case study). But before Mara there was Jem, Shira Brie, and Gaeriel Captison (who came close to escaping the curse), and in the Legacy of the Force series they brought back sole survivors Akanah and Callista, only to kill them off for good too (and rather brutally, if I may add).
So perhaps when Kevin Hearne began writing HttJ within the confines of the Legends continuity, he was merely sticking to the status quo, or perhaps once subsumed by Disney they needed to make sure Luke's slate was clean (so to speak).  And I can’t put all the blame on Hearne since I don’t know whether it was his idea, or LFL mandated - but regardless it was a poor decision.
The root cause of fridging, imo, is limited imagination.  How best to cause your male protagonist pain if not kill off someone they love, or at least have strong feelings for? The answer is of course, easily. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
The Luke Skywalker of HttJ is fresh from his victory in ANH, a lieutenant in the Rebellion: young, not dumb, and full of...
Nakari Kalen is an absolute Queen a civilian volunteer and crack-shot sniper who loans her ship Desert Jewel to the Alliance. Luke is immediately attracted to her, they bond over a mutual love of fast ships and leaving behind desert home planets, and engage in the inexpert flirting of two nineteen year olds while also risking their lives several times over.
I want to make it clear: I actually really like this book. It's a breezy read, almost serialised as The Early Adventures of Luke Skywalker, and is ofttimes genuinely funny. And credit where it’s due to Hearne, many of of the supporting roles in the novel are female. Other than Nakari, there's Soonta, the Rodian who gives Luke her uncle’s lightsaber, Sakhet the Kupohan spy, and the Givin cryptographer/math genius Drusil Bephorin. In a genre where male characters are often the default for these kind of roles, it was nice to see, but makes the regressive fridging of Nakari even more egregious.
Luke and Nakari make a good team fighting brain-sucking monsters and Imperials, but more importantly they have fun together - she encourages him to work on his Force skills, and he successfully moves objects with his mind for the first time (leading to Nakari adorably dub him "a little noddle scooter"). It's a very sweet, if brief, relationship, and a respite from the danger of the mission. They spend the night together (leaving the reader to decide exactly what happened behind closed doors), and share a kiss before splitting up to try and escape bounty hunters. No prizes for guessing what happens to Nakari immediately after she received the Skywalker Kiss of Death.
I assume there were two motivating factors for why Hearne and/or LFL couldn't let Nakari live:
1. If she survived, fans would wonder why she doesn't appear in ESB/subsequent material.
I recall this bandied about on forums back at the time of the book's release, and to that I say - so what? Fans are always going to wonder, and try to paper over the gaps in canon, to make up their own headcanons to explain any any perceived inconsistencies. It's certainly no reason to kill someone off.
It is in fact possible for two young people to have a romance that just fizzles, or doesn’t work out for whatever reason - it should not require great maneuvering or explanation. If Nakari doesn’t show up in the next book in the timeline, what about it? The reader is smart enough to assume she and Luke broke up, decided to just remain friends, whatever. But it seems that the only way for a female character to exit stage left is for her to die, which is bullshit.
And actually, there's no reason why she couldn't have shown up again. ESB and RoTJ cover a month and a few days, respectively, of Luke's life - just because there was no mention of Nakari doesn't mean she didn't exist at that time, whether or not she and Luke were an item. She could have made an appearance in a subsequent novel, or Rebels, or the comics - she could have become a recurring character, showing up when the Rebellion needed her, or - heaven forbid - even have her own comic/book/show! Her existence in Star Wars canon didn't need to begin and end with Luke Skywalker, merely to service his plotline and backstory and abandoning the richness of her own.
No, the only reason Nakari had to die was to facilitate this:
It was a blow to the gut, realizing what that sudden absence meant. I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, but I had felt Nakari's life snuffed out through the Force, and into that void where she had shone anger rushed in - anger, and a cold sense of raw power and invincibility...I took a step to join in the hunt but stopped, breathing heavily, unaccountably sweating even though I felt so cold inside and the power of the Force roiled within me... I shook with emotion and power, and none of it felt the way the Force had before...I saw what kind of space it was , a black hole that would always be hungry no matter how much I fed it. I might never feel warm again if I didn't get myself under control.
Luke feels the dark side and is tempted by the boost of power it offers him, but immediately identifies it as dangerous and unnatural. I can understand why Hearne wanted to include this - it is a book of firsts after all: Luke's first solo mission, his first time using telekenisis, and ending with story with his first experience of the dark side makes sense. But it wasn't necessary, which leads to:
2. How to push Luke to touch the dark side without killing someone he has romantic feelings for?
Also, obviously, shite of the bull (or nerf, if you prefer). Even if this brush with the dark side was absolutely necessary for the novel's climax, there's any number of ways it could be achieved. At this point, Luke is fresh from losing important people in his life - Owen and Beru, Ben, and Biggs - lumping another death on top of that a narrative trick for Luke to react not only to losing Nakari, but the others as well. But it's cheap, the first card in the deck, and why not show a bit of imagination? Luke is young and inexperienced enough at this point that any number of things could be the catalyst - the whole book he's struggling with his growing powers, why not try and reach too far in the firefight with the bounty hunters, his anger and frustration with himself in not doing enough trigger the dark side temptation? It would work thematically and doesn't involve a fridging that ultimately has very little payoff.
Because Nakari is killed less than ten pages from the end of the book - afterwards Luke grieves, but ultimately chooses to honour her memory and be grateful for what he learned with her, recommitting to becoming a Jedi. It's all very surface level, and once again a female character's death facilitates a male character's development. Was it so imperative that Luke lost someone he cared about as part of this story? Sure, this was a time of galactic civil war, and it's far from unrealistic that these stories have a high body count, but who to make collateral damage remains an authorial choice, and in this case Nakari Kelen was (a) a female character of color, (b) a love interest of the protagonist - not just of this book, but the entire Original Trilogy.
I don't know to what extent (if any) race had to play in the decision. I'm sure there was a segment of the fandom absolutely livid that Luke Skywalker kissed (and maybe had sex with) a black woman. Was her death LFL hedging its bets, or demonstrative of the general lack of attention/respect they show their characters of colour?
In any case this was a chance to stand out from the old EU and it's fridge full of Luke's dead girlfriends, but instead they chose to introduce and kill off Nakari for the sole purpose of Luke's manpain and character development, and that's gross.
And then there's this:
A grisly yet reliable fact about custom bounty hunter ships is that you can always count on them to have body bags stashed somewhere for the easy transport of their kills. They often have built-in refrigerated storage, too.
NAKARI IS KILLED AND LITERALLY STORED IN THE FUCKING FRIDGE I COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT I WAS READING.
I really hope this was unintentional on Hearne's part, because yikes. He was halfway there, this book was full of interesting female characters who had agency - Drusil in particular was a delight with her super math and inability to understand human interaction. Nakari was full of life and fun - capable but relatable, showing a different side of the Rebellion and those that suffered under the Empire's rule. Fridging her in her first appearance is considerably more vile, because it reduces her to a footnote of Luke's story, a plot device to Help Him Grow, rather than a springboard to tell more of her own story.
Because Nakari was a compelling character ripe for spinoff potential. I would absolutely have read or watched her continued adventures, juggling missions for her father's Biolabs company and trying to aid the Rebellion, shooting her slug rifle and cracking wise, maybe even finding a way to amplify her mother's song Vader's Many Prosthetic Parts to really stick it to the Empire, or try and free the political prisoners on Kessel.
The old EU was made great by allies and enemies of Our Heroes showing up again to help or hinder them, and/or branching out into their own material. We fell in love with them, and followed their stories even as they diverged from the main saga, eager to read more about their lives.
Nakari Kelen never got that chance. In many ways, she exemplified what Disney Star Wars was to become: an exercise in wasted potential.
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kerie-prince · 3 years
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We're Worlds Apart (2)
Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader
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warnings: light cursing, mentions of death, angsty Draco
summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.
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The surrounding neighbors have been very nice; one elderly couple walked up to Draco’s door with an apple pie, quite the American staple, and he seemed to appreciate it. They seemed normal and sweet. Much unlike the feeling he had for his neighbor. Y/N. He hasn't made any attempts in the month that he's lived in the small suburban neighborhood to see her. He avoided her like she was a deadly plague.
Albeit, it was probably harsh and extremely childish. The whole point of him becoming a new person was changing his views he had been taught in adolescence. Or else why did he help Harry Potter all those years ago when he swore he hated him?
It was currently around 3 in the morning, he was standing in his backyard and made sure no one would be awake as he sent his owl to send a letter to his best friend, Blaise. He was the only person who still contacted Draco on a regular basis besides the occasional letter from Theodore. Gregory cut all contact with Draco after the Battle, especially since Vincent had died that night in the fire in the Room of Requirement. Pansy was living her life somewhere, and although the Golden Trio had forgiven Draco for his actions, it didn't start any friendships. But Draco was fine; Blaise and Theo had been there for him in more ways he cares to admit.
He never mentioned a word about Y/N to Blaise until now when he asked what Draco’s American neighbors were like. Majority of the letter contained contents of how work has been, the differences in not only culture but also how things are called, and just his own well being. He did say something short for the elderly couple, but when it came to Y/N he had a lot to say.
These muggles are far different from the ones in England, Blaise. They know things about the magic world but input a fantasy in their heads. They believe they can actually practice witchcraft and wizardry, calling themselves “Wiccan” or whatever rubbish it is. Bloody hell, they even have films and tv programs of them. My neighbor is one of these and she does the most ludacris things in her house. Quite laughable, really. If Salazar was alive today to see this happening, I’d bet he’d curse the whole lot.
She had been lingering in his mind since that day of his discovery. It was annoying him. Every night, he would catch her in her room doing whatever the hell she was doing and he felt as if the universe was mocking him. This is what people think what you really are was the message he got from it all. Draco never thought something like this would make him feel like a freak. But he did. This act of hers was an indirect insult of what he was capable of. And she had no idea.
It was a fine autumn morning. The shop was closed today, so you had lots of time at home to catch up with cleaning. You stood over your bathroom sink brushing your teeth and saw from the reflection of your mirror your cat stretching herself before walking into the bathroom to rub herself on your legs. “Good morning, Aurora,” you cooed at her. She purred in response and ran off to her tower in the living room.
After getting changed into some comfortable clothes, you walked up to a closet in the hallway that had collections of crystals, oils, sage bundles and more. “Let’s see, where did I put the angelica root?” you asked out loud to yourself. Going through the shelves, you pulled some sea salt, ground lemon balm, ground angelica root, and a feather. You carried the items outside in a bowl to your backyard and set them at a small garden table. Walking over to your garden, you pulled some elderberry flowers and started your cleansing spell.
You sprinkled the salt onto a censor dish and placed a charcoal dish on it and lit it up. In the bowl you had used to carry the items out, you started mixing the herbs together as you waited for the charcoal to burn red. Once it did, you sprinkled the herbs on top, creating a cleansing incense. You picked it up from the bottom of the censor dish, picked up the feather and made your way steadily to your front door, lightly wafting smoke towards it. Reaching your front door, you drew a pentagram over it with the feather and smoke,
“Be gone negativity,
Here now blessed be.”
You repeat your incantations throughout the house until you have finished and walked back to your living room, drawing one last pentagram. You placed your feather and censor dish on the bare floor, stood up and tapped your foot three times,
“By my will, so shall it be.
Sealed now shall this cleansing be.”
You sat on your couch and turned on the television, waiting for the incense to burn out so you could scatter it around your backyard. After a couple of hours of watching a guilty pleasure of yours, you decided to get some actual cleaning done. First thing was to do some trimming and gardening outside, so you grabbed some gloves and headed out back to your yard.
Before grabbing your garden scissors, you looked up and saw something rather strange. There was an owl in your neighbors yard. In broad daylight. From the backyard, you heard a car pull in and peeked over the fence to see that it was your neighbor coming home. You ran to the front leaving a dirt trail in your house and ran out the front door.
He hadn’t walked in yet, so you started waving your arm, “Hello! I’m Y/N!”
He had just nodded his head and walked a straight line to his door. Not wanting to lose this chance of having a conversation with him, you yelled for him one more time, “There’s an owl in your yard!” His eyes widened and without a word, he ran into his house in a panic. From a distance, you heard him say 'shit' before closing the door.
Building up confidence, you walked up to his door and knocked a few times and patiently waited. You fixed your hair and stood surprised as he hastily opened the door. “H-hi! It’s so nice to meet you, I'm Y/N,” you stretched your hand out to shake his hand. He looked at it and had a displeased look, causing unease within you. Looking at your hand, you noticed you still had your gardening gloves on with dirt on it.
“Oops, sorry!” you chuckled as you took it off and reached out again.
Again, he just looked at you with a straight face for a couple of seconds before finally speaking, “Look, I’m really busy, so if you don't mind.” He shut the door without giving you any chance to say anything back. You stood there in shock, replaying his British voice in your head. And as you stood there, you wondered why it is that he doesn't want to talk to you. The Charles couple across from your house were able to introduce themselves, and even got a smile from him. But for some reason, you could never get the same treatment.
Ian had proposed to Draco a housewarming party during lunch. Of course Draco had never been to one, much less hosted one.
“It’s alright, boss. I can fix all the arrangements up. All you gotta do is relax,” Ashley proposed. To say that Draco is extremely happy is an understatement. He had friends that actually enjoyed his company and not his influence. Not that he had much of that anyway.
America was really working out for him; work was great, people were nice, and the area he lived in was peaceful. Yes, he didn't like his neighbor, but she wasn't ruining his life in this new country. He just didn't like what she did.
“Thank you, Ashley. And you know you can just call me ‘Draco’.”
“I know,” she replied. Ashley grabbed her Blackberry phone and started drafting up an email, asking for his address so she could let people know where it would be. “Is this Friday a good time?”
“Yes, that should be fine. I don't have any plans that day.”
“Great, it's sent out to everyone in our department. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an attending to watch over for a surgery. See you guys later!” Draco, Blaine and Ian waved at Ashley as she left.
Blaine left soon after, leaving Ian with Draco. “Alright man, how’s it going on your street? Are you finally settled in?”
“I finally got the last of my things delivered from London yesterday. I was a bit nervous though. That mugg— I mean No-Maj neighbor of mine saw my mum’s owl in my yard. Thankfully, she didn't ask any questions,” Draco said as he cleared his lunch tray.
“Wait, you still use an owl? Ha, I didn’t think people still did,” Ian chuckled. “Well, of course I do. Do you not?”
“No, most wizards here in the States just use the usual ground post that No-Maj’s use. Things are a bit more modern around here. Speaking of your neighbor actually, have you ever spoken to her?”
Draco shrugged nonchalantly and said a simple ‘No’ when he really wanted to scrunch his nose and eyebrows in disgust and say ‘Fuck no.’ Ian, however, is gifted in Legilimens. He heard what Draco really meant but kept to himself. I guess things are different in the UK he thought.
“Hello my dear baby, I just wanted to call and give you a heads up; your brother and I are coming for Thanksgiving. He’s bringing Stephanie so do me a favor, please no witchy stuff.”
The voicemail played out loud in the kitchen. Please no witchy stuff. Your mother had repeatedly explained to you that she was okay with ‘it’ all, but growing up you never really got on the same page with her. And you knew it was because of your practice. Your younger brother would say comments every now and then when you grew up, but he always stood up for you when other people called you a ‘satanic freak’. But never once did you regret starting the Craft. You enjoyed it and it made you feel whole.
It had been a week since your encounter with your, now known British, neighbor. It bothered you a lot that he didn’t seem to want to get to know you. You were lost in your thoughts that you almost didn’t notice the doorbell going off. You answered the door and saw your neighbor.
“Hi dear, do you think you could help me and my husband with something?” Mrs. Charles smiled sweetly at you. “Of course, what can I do for you?”
“My grandson is coming in from Vermont, would it be alright if you could give us a ride to the airport? I’d ask Draco but he’s always busy at work and I don’t want to be a bother.”
Draco? “I’m sorry, who’s that?” you had a confused look.
“Our new neighbor, dear. I thought you had met him already. You two are the same age after all,” she informed you. Draco. How unique. You instantly recognized the name from the star constellation. It was nice to finally put a name to a face. Distracted again, Mrs. Charles waited for your answer, “Y/N? Can you do it?”
“O-oh, sorry. Of course I’ll help. Frankie was his name, correct?”
“Yes, it’s Frankie. Thank you so much. His flight comes in on Friday. I’ll see you then,” you wished her a good night and looked out your window to make sure she crossed the street safely. The rest of the night consisted of you and and your cat laying on your couch watching TV, but what was on the screen didn’t have your attention. Draco did. And you had no idea why.
“Dude, why do you not have a TV?” Blaine looked around Draco’s house and studied the arrangements he had. It was quite plain, almost minimalistic. Looking around, Draco couldn’t help but think how different it was from the Manor back in London. Instead of grand chandeliers, moving portraits of the Malfoy’s before him, and intricate designs on the walls, he had simple white walls with just one moving picture of him, Blaise and Theo a couple minutes before a Quidditch game against Ravenclaw. He had a bookshelf full of old school books from Hogwarts and some small relics he liked from the Manor.
“I’ve never had one growing up, and once I moved here I just never gave any second thought of it. Besides, what would I even watch?” Draco replied. Despite having one letter off from being the same name as his best friend, Blaine reminded Draco of Theo. They were both funny and outspoken. He would’ve loved for them to have met. They’d probably get on.
A few moments later, Ashley and Ian knocked on Draco’s door. The door was unlocked for them to be able to open the door. They looked around the living room before settling onto the couches. “Okay so I was thinking that we can just have some trays of snacks and desserts with some champagne. Does that sound good to you guys?” Ashley suggested. They just nodded along to whatever she said. She had gone to the store with Blaine to get everything prepared before the party tonight.
Ian looked at the pictures of Draco with his friends and one of his mother that laid on top of a chimney. “Do you still have lots of friends from Hogwarts?”
Draco thought about it, “You know, I actually didn’t have a lot of friends back in school. Back then, I only hung out with probably six people. But now it’s just two.” He sounded a bit sad, but figured that two were better than none.
“Do you think of what happened a lot?” Ian implied about that day at Hogwarts. He had been the only one that Draco trusted enough to tell. “Sometimes,” Draco gave a short reply. The action of opening up was still new to him, but he knew he shouldn’t wallow in it. Plus he’d rather have a friend instead of a doctor to talk about it.
Ian really felt bad for Draco. It must have been really traumatizing for someone to go through something like that at just the age of 17. Sure, Draco wasn’t the best person at the time. Who is he kidding, he was probably the biggest git in the whole school. It didn’t necessarily mean that he had to go through what he did. He lost one of his friends in a fire, and one left him after said friend died. Another left for no apparent reason. And another wanted something different in her life. Those things affected Draco, and probably will for the rest of his life.
He didn’t pity Draco, but was feeling sympathetic. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I don’t have much friends from Ilvermorny. It sucks now, but hey, down the line you get new ones.” Ian held a fisted hand out, waiting for Draco to bump it. It made him laugh as he bumped Ian’s fist.
Outside, Ian looked out to see a certain neighbor walk to her car. “Hey, is that that chick you were talking about?” Draco looked out the window and saw you grab some things out of your trunk and into your house. “Yeah, that’s her.” Ian never really pressed on Draco to explain why he didn’t like his No-Maj neighbor like he did the elderly couple across the street.
“Well, I gotta say. She’s a sight for sore eyes for a weirdo.” She’s a what? Beyond the nightly activities he had caught you doing on occasion in your bedroom, he never really looked at your face. Or really just at you. But now that Ian mentioned something, he started studying you. She’s not so bad looking— wait, what are you thinking?
By accident, Ian snorted at the words Draco thought. “Did… did I say that out loud?” Draco asked with suspicion in his voice. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t really mean to be invading your mind or anything. It runs in my family,” Ian laughed nervously.
“It’s okay. My godfather was also good at Legilimens and Occlumency. I’m pretty sure he’s heard worse during his classes. Come on, I’ll give you a full tour of the place.”
“If the other rooms are anything like the living room, I’m sure I’ve seen the whole place then,” Ian joked.
“Piss off.” As Ian walked towards the bathroom, Draco looked back outside to see you again. He watched as you helped the Charles couple in your car and drove off to Merlin knows where.
The party was rather fun. It lasted until almost 1 in the morning. He thanked Ashley for handling everything and spent the night talking and laughing with his colleagues. Once everyone left, he changed into comfortable sweats and a plain black t-shirt. Out on his bedroom window was Blaise’s owl with a sealed letter. He quickly opened the window, grabbed the letter and looked out to make sure no one was watching. Your room was dark and it seemed as the drapes were down. He guided his friends’ owl with his hands to a small, make-shift owl post against the fence that separated your yards. It had food and was enchanted to be at a comfortable temperature. His owl laid on one side of the post, resting as Blaise’s owl joined it.
Draco opened the letter and read its contents to himself.
Well mate, I’m glad you’re having a good time in America. There’s not much going on here in London. I’m just working at Gringotts until something opens up at the Ministry. Not really sure what I want to do, but I’ll figure it out. Anyways, I think you’ll be pleased to hear that Theo and I are going to be joining you for the holidays. Theo got a hold of a couple American muggle films and he figured that if the women there were as fit as the actresses, then you must be living the best life and he wants to join. As for that muggle neighbor of yours, I can’t wait to see her in person. We’ll see you, Malfoy.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw lights turn on in your room and your shadow walk around before turning off once more. Sorry Blaise, but there’s no way in hell you’ll meet her.
Frankie’s flight was delayed, causing you to get home so late. You were extremely tired and your feet and back were sore. Usually, you’d take a bath with some salts and oils to relax yourself, but tonight you were really lazy. So lazy that you just shook your shoes off and plopped yourself on the bed.
The second you hit the mattress, you dozed off. Your mind was wandering and found yourself dreaming.
You sat in your backyard in a pretty sundress. There was a slight breeze in the air and you held a cup of coffee in your hands. Someone sat at the chair opposite you and blocked the sun’s light in your face. You looked next to you and saw your friend smiling at you.
Draco.
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flowerpowell · 3 years
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The Royal Holiday Romance (Liam x MC)
EPILOGUE
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A/N: Ahhh the last chapter and the last peek into Victoria’s and Liam’s lives! I was supposed to finish this series before Christmas but... better late than never, huh? I hope you’ll enjoy the epilogue!
Rating: G
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“Li, you sure you don’t wanna come?”
Liam nodded, assuring his friends once again that he made up his mind and wasn’t going to change it.
Maxwell sighed. “As you wish. You’re gonna regret it though. I even wore my squid suit! The one that made Hana fall for me.”
“Hana never fell for you, Maxwell.” Drake rolled his eyes. “She just said it was a nice suit.”
“Whatever. She invited us to that party after all!”
Liam looked absentmindedly at his friends. Hana and the rest of the crew finished filming a week ago and they celebrated it with a big wrap-up party. She invited him and his friends but Liam didn’t feel like coming. Mostly because he still felt bad for almost firing Victoria from said movie. But also because she wasn’t going to be there. There was no point for him to go.
When Drake and Maxwell left, Liam went into his bedroom and opened his laptop.
It was almost four months since he saw and talked to Victoria. She went home right before Christmas and it was already March. To say he missed her every day, was an understatement.
Not much changed for him; Liam kept himself busy with work and all his duties. He knew Maxwell and Drake were worried about him but he kept telling them he was okay.
He allowed himself moments of weakness only in the night. He would google Victoria’s name and read what she had been up to. After leaving Cordonia, she set up her own blog and started her film critic career online. Maybe because of the scandal but mostly because she was very talented, she soon found a big audience and started being invited to different events, premieres and interviews. Liam was very proud of her and very happy for her. But reading all of that, made him miss her even more. The fact that she didn’t want to come to the wrap-up party, as well as the Cordonian premiere in a few months, was a clear proof she wasn’t thinking about him the way he thought about her.
Liam sighed as he saw an article titled: Victoria Brooks refuses to attend the premiere of ‘Cordonian Christmas’ in the light of the scandal.
Even though he explained everything what happened, he still was guilty of causing the scandal. He wasn’t surprised she didn’t want to come to Cordonia after all that happened. And he wasn’t surprised she didn’t want to keep in touch with him.
It was all his fault.
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“Greetings from the wrap-up partyyyyy”
Victoria looked at the picture Hana just sent her. She and Maxwell seemed to have a lot of fun. Victoria even spotted Drake sipping on his drink. No sight of Liam, though.
Not like she would expect him to be there. Hana had told her that Liam avoided leaving the palace since… she left Cordonia.
Victoria blamed the scandal and all that negative attention that Liam got afterwards for his antisocial behavior but Hana straightforwardly told her that it was because he tried to get over her.
She wasn’t sure what to think about it. Were his feeling actually genuine? It wasn’t just a game? Was a King really… into her?
“Don’t go there,” Victoria warned herself. What happened, happened. It’d been almost four months since they spoke last. High time to move on.
So why did Victoria feel like there was something missing?
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Liam was playing with his phone after checking his emails. He looked at his drafts folder and sighed seeing at lest fifty different emails he wrote to Victoria. Wrote but never sent.
He wondered if she thought about him. Even if just for a second.
“If she did, it would be pretty negative thoughts, I’m sure.” He thought to himself and put his phone away. It was pointless. No matter how bad he wanted to forget about Victoria, he couldn’t.
He still felt just as in love with her as he was four months ago.
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Victoria was playing with her phone after reading comments under her newest blog post. She checked her emails but nothing new came.
What was she waiting for, though? For an email from Liam?
“He closed that chapter. You should, too,” she thought to herself as she put her phone away. It was pointless. No matter how bad she wanted to move on, she couldn’t.
For some reason, the butterflies she felt when thinking about Liam didn’t die even after those four months.
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“It’s so nice to see you, Liam.” Hana smiled and greeted the King. He nodded and shook her hand.
“Likewise. I’ve heard the wrap-up party was a success.”
“It was… nice. We missed you,” she said and Liam could almost hear that silent and Victoria too but he didn’t say anything. It was his fault she couldn’t even come here.
“Maybe you could talk to him, Hana. He said he won’t come to the premiere!” Maxwell chipped in and Liam rolled his eyes. Hana’s face softened.
“You really should. I mean, I’ll understand if you don’t but it’d be nice to see you there.”
“I’ll think about it,” he promised. When Maxwell and Drake entered the throne room, Liam followed suit but Hana stopped him, gently grabbing his arm.
“Can we talk? Alone?” She added.
“Is something wrong?” His mind immediately wandered to Victoria. Did something happen to her?
“No… No. But… I wanted talk to you about Tori, if I may.” She started and Liam’s heart began to race. He nodded.
“I don’t approve of how you treated her with your lies and dishonesty. And I don’t blame Victoria for being upset with you and wanting to leave. But… I also know you regret it. And I know that you didn’t want to deceive her. Listen, Liam. I’ve known you for many years now and I know you’re a good person. We all make mistakes. And you… already redeemed yours. And I think Tori would agree.”
“I am really sorry for what I have done. Truly. If I could turn back time—” Liam started. Why was Hana bringing it up now?
“I wasn’t trying to make you apologize for something you’ve already apologized for. I’m just trying to ask… why did you give up on Victoria?”
Liam was taken aback. He gave up on her?
“I don’t think I understand… I didn’t give up on her… She left!”
“Yes, but that was four months ago. Even very stubborn people like Tori soften in that time.”
“What… are you getting at?” He was confused and Hana shook her head.
“I’m saying… if you really like her, which I see you do, you should’ve fought for her. She forgave you a long time ago and she misses you just as much.”
“She told you that?”
“She didn’t have to. I hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes every time we talk. Just like I see you still love her in yours.”
Liam stared at Hana. “You… think… I should—”
Hana chuckled. “When Cinderella left Prince Charming in the palace after the ball, he didn’t just accepted his fate and tried to move on. He started looking for her and fought for their future. Because he truly loved her.”
“And Cinderella’s two sisters lost their feet in the process,” he added absentmindedly.
“I see Tori educated you too on original fairytales?”
“Yes.” he smiled. Victoria had a bigger impact on his life than he even thought.
“Then why don’t you just go for her, huh? She doesn’t have any sisters so don’t worry about that part. Call her, message her. Fight for her! I’m sure she’s waiting for it, too…”
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Liam stared at the ceiling, rewinding the conversation he had with Hana earlier that day. If Victoria really forgave him and was waiting for his sign…
Hana told him he should call or message her but Liam wasn’t sure it was a good idea. When it came to Victoria Brooks, he wanted to make it right.
And he could only hope it wasn’t too late.
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Victoria hit enter and her newest post appeared at the top of the blog. She quickly turned off her computer and decided to go for a walk. It was her routine. After posting something, she was too scared to wait for people’s reactions so she always went for a walk.
“What you’re up to?”
Victoria marveled at the message Hana sent her. It wasn’t the fact that Hana messaged her because the two women kept in touch, but it was four in the morning in Cordonia and Tori wondered why Hana was up.
“Just went for a walk. Wbu?” She typed and the answer came right away.
“Where?”
Victoria frowned. What was going on with Hana?
“That little forest a few minutes away from my apartment. Why are you asking?”
“Nevermind, enjoy your walk!”
Now Victoria was concerned. She tried to call Hana but her phone was turned off. Or she simply didn’t want to answer her calls.
She was walking in the forest, trying to call Hana from time to time but without success.
“Fine! Be mysterious!” She yelled at her phone after tenth time Hana didn’t pick up.
“Is that what actresses do? Talk to themselves?”
Victoria turned so abruptly that Liam had to catch her. Her eyes widened at the sight of Liam, King Liam, in a little forest in her hometown.
“What—what are you doing?” she asked, still in shock.
“You visited Cordonian forests and I wanted to visit American,” he replied calmly.
“Ha ha. No one ever comes here. And how did you—” she narrowed her eyes. “Hana.”
“Don’t be angry with her. I wanted to make sure I’d meet you. Poor Hana, I had to wake her up in the middle of the night.”
“Why are you here?” She asked, her heart and mind racing. She couldn’t believe he was here. Here in America. Here, for her.
“To see you. To talk to you. To tell you how much I miss you. Victoria, I—I missed you so much. I never felt this way for anyone else. And I am so sorry it took me months before I finally came here to tell you that. I wanted to call you every single day. I’m still…” he paused for a moment. “I’m still very much in love with you.”
“Liam…” she felt her eyes started to water. “I missed you, too. And I’m sorry for what I said to you before I left.”
“No, you were right. I made a mistake. And I promise to never lie to you again. What was between us… was real. And I want that. If you’re still interested.”
Victoria swallowed hard and felt tears running down her cheeks. “I’m still interested.”
Liam smiled and extended his hand. “Hello. My name is Liam and I am the King of a small European country, Cordonia. I love Baklava and I’ve recently started reading Grimm’s fairytales. I still think they’re actually thrillers. In my free time, I like to go for walks. Four months ago, I fell deeply in love with the most amazing woman. And you?”
She laughed. “I’m Victoria and I’m a movie critic. I have my own blog. I used to be an actress but it wasn’t for me. I’ve never had Baklava but it sounds delicious. I consider Grimm’s fairytales better than their Disney’s adaptations. I once traveled to Cordonia and fell in love with their King. Nice to meet you.”
Liam’s face lit up and she threw her hands around his neck. She didn’t know how they would make it work, what it would look like dating a King, what the people would say but she didn’t care.
For the first time in her life, she felt like the main character in her own fairytale.
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All is Well ll An Obitine Fanfic
Title: All is Well Rating: M Ship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze (Briefly) Series: ABO Obitine (Part 9 out of ???), TAS Week (Omegaverse week) (Part 6 out of 7) Summary: Written for Temples and Sabers Day 6: Induced Rut ll Post The Lawless ll After Satine is stabbed with the darksaber on Mandalore, she is taken to a Nite Owl base to recover. As part of her recovery process, the medical staff needs to induce a rut in order to ensure she is healing properly and nothing else was damaged in the attack. Obi-Wan definitely does not take kindly to being separated from Satine during this. Author’s Note: I couldn't bring myself to write s//mut despite trying, so I did fade to black. No draft I wrote with it made me happy, so I decided against it for this one. Despite that, I hope you all enjoy!
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Satine had been unconscious for three days now, the lightsaber she took to the gut did more damage than Obi-Wan had initially thought. It was a miracle she was alive, if Bo-Katan had been any later in removing Satine’s body, she wouldn’t have survived. After Satine was safely off-world and in the care of the Nite Owls, Bo had come back for Obi-Wan, taking him directly to the base where she had brought Satine. They had their best medical team on it, trying to heal Satine.
Obi-Wan hadn’t slept, barely eaten, since he had arrived. Bo had been trying to encourage him to eat, but understood that until his alpha was okay, he wouldn’t be able to do much else. She may not have had a mate, but she knew what was in the nature of an omega. She wished he would understand that her sister wouldn’t want to see him like this, but there was nothing she could say that would shake him out of that one. He had to see that Satine was alright, before she knew he would start eating.
Finally, on the evening of the third day that Satine was unconscious, she started to wake. Obi-Wan could feel the change in the force, and he jolted up as he watched her eyes crack open before sliding shut almost immediately. He lifted a hand and dimmed the lights using the force, knowing that he would be in trouble if they found out. Then again, he was going to be in a lot of trouble anyway for his mission, but he couldn’t have denied Satine. Not after their last conversation… where she told him about Korkie and he left after saying he didn’t want to see her. He didn’t want that to truly be their last conversation. He could never apologize enough for what he said, he just felt so guilty. He was in the right for sure to be upset, but not to totally kick his mate out of his life like that. If she hadn’t survived, and he had lost her, he would have never forgiven himself.
“Hurts..” Her voice cracked from disuse, pain written all over her face. Obi-Wan felt like he could cry. He didn’t think he would ever hear her voice again, ever see her beautiful eyes staring back at him. He would cherish every moment with her, if she would let him back in her life…
“I know, my darling.” He saw her turn her head and his heart broke all over again at the surprise written on her face. Did she really think that he wouldn’t stay? Of course, despite him flying to Mandalore against the orders of the Council, he hadn’t even said anything about the last conversation they had.
“Obi-Wan… you’re really here?” She tried to sit up, but gasped in agony and fell back onto the bed in pain. “I thought… I would have sworn…”
“Shh, Satine, you need to stay laying back, you’re hurt badly. It’s a miracle that you’re alive.” He knew his anger was still close to the surface, but at the same time, he was willing to let it go now knowing that they had almost lost one another, that he had almost lost her. It was so close and he didn’t want to think about it. “Satine…”
Her eyes had drifted closed again, and he thought she was asleep, but then she spoke up again.
“I thought you would have left me. I thought you would have gone back to your Jedi Order now that you saved me.” He could hear the hurt in her voice and he felt his heart break further. “You don’t have to stay by my side any more.”
“W-What? Satine… why would I leave?” He asked, but already knew the answer. Because he had. She was hurting and because he was too, he had left her then. “Satine… I was angry then, I was hurt, but… I saw how close I had been to losing you. I saw you barely clinging to life. I saw the color leave your face. I couldn’t… I hated myself for the last meaningful conversation we had was anger and I said such horrible things to you. Can you forgive me, Satine?”
He felt his heart hammering in his chest, and he feared the worst, until he heard her weakly chuckle.
“Obi, I have been wanting to apologize to you since you left our room that night, apologize for so much.” Obi-Wan watched as her eyes grew unfocused for a second, like she was struggling to stay awake. He could only imagine the pain she was in and how weak she still was. “You are forgiven, you always were.”
“And you are as well, my darling, now rest. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed her hand. “They aren’t getting me out of here that easily.”
A few weeks into her recovery, the doctor told them that they would have to induce a rut in Satine. It was under the supervision of the medical staff, and Obi-Wan was told that he wasn’t allowed in the room with her. They didn’t want anything sexual to come from her rut, but they needed to make sure her body was on the right path to recovery. So they ended up putting her on a medication that would start her rut, and did everything to keep Obi-Wan from entering the room so as to not trigger any possessive response or trigger his heat.
That was the intent, but after weeks of Satine’s recovery, with Obi-Wan not moving from her bedside, they had to know that he was going to be able to find a way into her room. Rut or no rut, after that, he never wanted to leave her side again.
As he was sneaking through the hallway to get to Satine’s room, the smell of her rut resonated through the halls. The doctors were lucky, many of them were alphas or betas, so the smell wouldn’t bother them. He could already feel the start of a heat coming on, but he had to be strong. He couldn’t succumb to his nature.
“I hate you all!” Satine’s voice rang out, the desperation in her voice. “I need my omega. Bring him to me, please!” Obi-Wan felt his skin flush and it took everything not to just run in there and beg for Satine. He needed to be in there, though. He wouldn’t leave Satine alone while she was suffering.
He finally pushed the door open, and was assaulted by the scent of her rut overwhelming him. He panted, pupils blown wide as he looked over at Satine. He had never seen her like this, even their first mating cycle after they were reunited wasn’t like this. He never imagined seeing her like this, and it was quite terrifying. But at the same time, it was arousing. Oh was it arousing…
“You shouldn’t be in here, di’kut jetii,” He heard Bo-Katan say from outside the door, but he closed and locked it behind him so she couldn’t get in. She had been the only omega allowed with Satine because they were sisters. Her rut wouldn’t affect Bo like he could immediately tell it was affecting him. Already his thoughts were becoming clouded, his heat coming on. He had to be strong, he had to resist so he could comfort Satine..
“Omega!” Satine didn’t sound like herself. He heard her in heats before, but the one driven by this, by force, make her far more possessive than she ever was.
“Let me take you, Omega, my good, sweet boy.” Her voice, which was possessive for sure, now took on a purr like quality. “My good Omega, you’re so good to me. Please, let me take you like you deserve. I need to feel you nice and hot around me.” Obi-Wan’s skin flushed and he knew what was coming. He knew he couldn’t control it much longer. He shouldn’t have come here. He shouldn’t have come around when her Rut was so strong. When he smelled her and realized that all he wanted was her to knot him…
“Alpha,” His voice hit a higher pitch than he expected, and Obi-Wan felt himself revert back to his inner Omega. He slipped his pants down, realizing that he was already getting wet with slick. “ Satine , please. I don’t know if I can be without your touch any longer.” He didn’t want her getting out of bed, knowing that while she was better, she still wasn’t able to get up for very long and movement was still difficult for her. “Let me, Alpha, please. Let me take care of you.”
He could hear the grumble of disapproval, but as she sat up and a pained hiss escaped her, he knew that she would relent. He knew for a fact that she wasn’t going to control herself much longer, and in truth, he didn’t want her to regret what she was doing and that he didn’t want it to weigh on her. In his last conscious moment before his heat overtook him, he smiled at Satine. “Please take me, Satine, I’m ready.”
Satine blinked a few times as she tried to get a grip on where she was. It took her a minute to realize that she was in the hospital bed. Her head was aching, and she was all sweaty and she felt oddly spent. She looked down and realized that Obi-Wan was in bed with her, his head on the pillow next to her, and they were still joined together.
Oh… Oh no.
She had always promised Obi-Wan that they would discuss it before she would knot him. And if they even considered the possibility of children, it would have to be after the war. A pregnant omega as a general in conflict was dangerous in and of itself, but Obi-Wan was far too important to the war effort to her annoyance. But… the medication used to induce ruts was often designed with pregnancies in mind, so it didn’t surprise her that this was the result. Of course… it was a relief to know that her body was healthy enough for this.
“Hmm, hello there,” She hadn’t realized that in her spiraling thoughts, Obi-Wan had awakened and was staring up at her with love in his eyes. “I would appreciate it, darling, if you would free me now. I’d like to get dressed before your sister decides to kill me.” She didn’t know how he could joke so easily, but she relented, slipping out of him and moving to pull up her underwear, which had thankfully only gotten to the edge of the bed. Her injury still hurt and she didn’t know if she could move more than this. He got out of bed, also wincing, which broke her heart. He pulled on his clothes and then moved to unlock the door to her room and sit on the chair beside her bed. “Satine…”
“I’m so sorry, Ben.” She hoped it was okay that she was using the old nickname, after all, the last time she used it, he had snapped at her to not use it again. She had basically  told him that he wasn’t allowed to use it. When he didn’t comment, she allowed herself to relax at least a little bit. “I’m so sorry that I knotted you. I know… we promised to discuss it before we would actually try it…”
“You don’t remember what I said to you, do you?” She shook her head, and frowned upon hearing his sigh. “I told you that it was okay. Since we separated… I found someone who was willing to prescribe me birth control. I got some looks, because they knew me as a Jedi, but I also know that the war might finally be winding down. I knew that our time together, if you would still have me after all the awful things I said to you, was coming close and I would need to be ready. I wanted to ensure that my body was adjusted to taking another medication before we were together.”
A sob escaped her and she pressed a hand to her lips to try and stifle it. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again.” They had already had this conversation, when she first awoke, but she knew it was bound to come up again. “I didn’t think you would.. Be so prepared.”
“Satine, as I said before, I was angry then, but being away from you… was heartbreaking. I understand why you lied. I wish that it didn’t come to it, but I know why you lied to me. Korkie… he’s a bright young lad, and I’m proud that he’s my son.” Obi-Wan squeezed her hand, entwining their fingers. “And perhaps, once the war is over, we can give him the sibling he deserves, even if it is… 16 years too late.”
Satine beamed, and nodded.
“I think I’d like that, Ben.” She knew that the war wasn’t going to end as quickly as Obi-Wan thought it was, but she also knew that she was willing to wait as long as she could for him. She had waited this long, so she could wait a little bit longer.
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we'll meet again (bucky barnes x oc) part one
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series summary: Eleanor, Steve and Bucky, the trio that relies on one another, face the horrors of war and the consequences of other people's actions, which ultimately puts their friendship to the test
chapter summary: Steve get’s denied again, but he learns that his two dearest friends are going to be leaving him sooner than he expected
warnings: mild violence, mentions of war and deployment
a/n: this is part one to a series I have written in my drafts, I hope you all enjoy it :D
word count: 3.7k (the longest chapter i’m going to ever post lol)
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1939
“Oh! Well, you almost landed a hit darling,” Eleanor Hope said to her best friend, Steve Rogers, as she passed him a towel to wipe down his sweaty face.
Steve Rogers was the sweetest guy Eleanor had ever known. A little awkward, but a loyal and true man. Now, Steve was a small guy, and he couldn’t help it seeing as he had many medical complications, so he sought out advice from his other best friend, James Barnes, for a couple of boxing lessons to help prepare him for any trouble. 
Now, James Barnes, or better known as Bucky by the two, was another one of Eleanor’s closest friends. Bucky was very confident, and he excelled at anything he tried. He and Steve had been best friends for a short while before they had met her that same year, but the instant the three had all met, they became as close as close can be. 
Bucky had always been a little flirtatious with Eleanor, same as how she was with him and Steve, but it was never anything more. They all grew to love each other very deeply over their long-lasting friendship. 
“Thanks, El,” Steve sighed and took the towel before wiping it across his red and blotchy face as he left the boxing ring. 
“Whattaya’ say doll? Wanna take Steve’s place?” Bucky asked from inside in the ring, pushing the tip of his gloves together. 
“Oh, heavens no!” Eleanor laughed and shook her head as she looked up at him before placing her hands on her hips. 
He raised his eyebrows and used his forearm to wipe his brow.
“What’s the look for Buck?” She asked in curiosity. When Bucky pulled a face and shook his head, she knew he had won their small disagreement. "Fine" she muttered and climbed the small steps that led to the ring.
Bucky laughed in success and lifted the ropes for her to step through. 
“What am I doing?” She asked as she picked up the pair of gloves Steve had been wearing earlier. She eyed Bucky as he tore one off of his own glove with his teeth before taking his other one off normally. 
She held her hands still as he put the gloves on her in concentration before he tightly secured them. He stepped back and put his own back on as Eleanor tapped her gloves together, mumbling about how foreign they felt on her hands. 
“Okay, don’t go easy on me now Barnes,” Eleanor grinned and kicked her heels off to the side, dropping several inches in height. 
“don't go easy? Oh, darling, I don’t think you could handle my strength.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Well, we’ve already got the gloves on.” Bucky looked at Steve and smirked. “Like I’m actually going to hit h-” He was silenced by Eleanor’s hard right hook that landed square on his cheekbone. 
“Oh my goodness!” Eleanor gasped as Bucky hunched himself over in shock. 
From the bleachers, Steve laughed loudly.
“Are you okay?” She asked and rushed to his side. Completely forgetting she had gloves on, Eleanor lent down to grab his cheeks but instead hit him again -not as hard as before- and managed to poke his eye. 
Steve’s laughter grew louder as Bucky winced and turned away from her. Eleanor struggled to rip the gloves off of her hands, even her attempts at tugging at them with her teeth and putting them between her thighs and pulling didn't work. 
“Stop laughing and help me get these things off, Steven!” Eleanor exclaimed as Steve’s laughter grew louder and louder. With one last tug, Eleanor had set one hand free with great force, only for her to practically back-hand Bucky across his other cheek. 
Bucky whined and sat down on the ground as Eleanor continued to apologise over and over before she crouched down next to him. He gestured to her hand and pulled it close to take the other glove off for her. 
“Bucky, I am so sorry,” she winced and gently, and carefully, placed her hands on his cheeks. 
He grabbed her wrists and looked up at her, “you’re a pain in my behind, El.” She smiled sheepishly as Steve lent on the edge of the boxing ring, still grinning from cheek to cheek. 
“You sure you’re ready for war Buck?” Steve asked him as Eleanor tugged him to his feet. 
“Well to be fair, I oughtta’ doubt the Germans have a bunch of girls with boxing gloves running around the battlefield,” Bucky joked causing Steve to shake his head from side to side in amusement, letting out another small chuckle as he thought back on what had just happened. 
Eleanor laughed as he slid his hands into hers. “You’d have some real competition then bubs,” she told him, trying her hardest to pull her facial features from humorous to serious. 
Bucky rolled his eyes and let go of her hand to sling his arm around her shoulder before saying, “We gotta get you a husband so you can quit botherin’ us.” 
“Fine, if you want me gone so bad I’ll marry Stevie.”
Both men looked at her as she removed herself from Bucky’s grasp to duck under the rope and walk down the steps. 
“I’m kidding!” She laughed once she saw Bucky’s face. She glanced at Steve and winked before turning around in a fit of giggles after hearing Bucky claim he was also kidding.
+ 1945 +
Eleanor glanced around the front of the theatre with an exasperated look on her face; she knew she had just seen Steve in the exact spot she was standing in, but now he had disappeared. Eleanor knew he was going to get his butt kicked badly if he attempted to fight a guy as big as the heckler they had just encountered in the theatre. 
They had gone to see a film, just like every Wednesday, and Steve spoke out against the man who had begun yelling at the screen before it even started, disrespecting the troops that the commercial was supporting. Steve was quite patriotic and took offence to this, knowing how much it hurt the feelings of others in the theatre. He went outside with the loud heckler and Eleanor followed with a quick hop in her step, hoping to stop him from rushing into things, but they had vanished before she could catch up to them.
She glanced to her right and saw the familiar heckler run from the alleyway next to the theatre. 
The alleyway, of course! Eleanor rolled her eyes at how oblivious she had been and rushed around the corner and along the road, her heels loudly clicking against the damp pavement. She sighed in relief when she saw Bucky picking up a piece of paper near Steve, who was adjusting his jacket and looking rather dishevelled. 
Eleanor took note of what papers were in Bucky’s hands as she began to fuss over Steve’s hair, attempting to part it back normally. She did a double glance at Bucky’s outfit. He was wearing a fresh set of uniforms with his hat sat upon his head nicely; it didn’t take much to figure out he had finally gotten his orders.
Instead of dwelling on the fact that Bucky was more than likely leaving soon, she turned her attention back to Steve. “Really Stevie? More enlistment forms? How many times is this?” She asked him and stepped back as she read them upside-down, seeing as they were in Bucky’s grasp still. 
“Oh, you’re from Paramus now? You know it’s illegal to lie on an enlistment form? And seriously, Jersey?” Bucky asked Steve in offence. Eleanor silently agreed, why did he have to pick Jersey of all places?
Steve gently pushed Eleanor’s hands away as she reached forward and plucked at a flyaway hair of his. 
“You get your orders?” Steve asked Bucky, looking his uniform up and down in a small amount of shock. 
Bucky didn’t smile as he nodded his head. “The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow,” he said, looking at Eleanor who quickly looked away and down at the handkerchief she was pulling out of her coat. 
She handed it to Steve for him to wipe his bloody nose as he mumbled, “I should be going.” 
Bucky and Eleanor glance at one another in concern. They knew how much serving his country meant to Steve, and to see his spirits so crushed hurt them greatly. Although Eleanor would be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved that Steve would be staying home. At least she knew he was going to be safe and wasn’t putting himself in any more harm than he typically is. 
Bucky finally broke into his Hollywood grin and threw his arm around Steve’s neck. 
“Come on, man. My last night! Gotta get you cleaned up,” Bucky said. The boys began walking back down the alleyway as Eleanor followed closely behind, listening to their conversation. Bucky threw Steve’s enlistment forms to the side and handed him a newspaper.
“Why, where are we going?” Steve asked as he unfolded the news. 
“The future.”
Eleanor then took an extra step and a skip before she shoved herself between the boys, linking her arms through theirs, earning two grins in return. 
“Then we go dancing!” She declared, making Bucky laugh. “It’s my last night off, and it’s Bucky’s last night here, so we better make it a good one.”
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Eleanor smoothed her orange dress down and checked her hair in the mirror. 
“How did it go dear?” A voice called out. The voice belonged to her mother, Charlotte, and it was coming from the kitchen. “How did they take the news?”
She paused and hesitated to answer. “I didn’t tell them. Not yet,” she admitted, turning around to face her mother who frowned deeply after appearing in the doorway.
“Eleanor Elizabeth!” She scolded and uncrossed her arms. “How dare you not tell those boys you enlisted! What, are you not going to tell them you’re leaving until you step foot on the ship tomorrow? How do you think they’re going to feel when-” Eleanor politely silenced her mother by raising her hands in defence. 
“I know ma’, I know,” she sighed and ran her hands down her sides stressfully. “Steve was denied again today, and Bucky’s got his orders, so everyone’s pretty upset already. I don’t want to hurt them even more so,” she mumbled as her mother approached her and grabbed her hands gently. “Steve more than Bucky if I’m being honest.”
“Steve may be small, but he’s tough. You need to tell him tonight. The both of them.” She let go of Eleanor’s hands before taking a step back, “and make sure you have fun, dear. You kids always knew how to when you were younger, albeit a lot of it you shouldn’t have been doing...” 
“Of course, mother,” Eleanor said and smiled at her mother’s mumbling.
"Are you going to tell James how you fe-"
Eleanor shut her mother down quickly by shaking her head. 
"No. No. It'll only ruin what we have."
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Eleanor walked through the crowd, searching for Steve and Bucky and their dates. She had decided not to bring one, even though her mother had been begging for her to settle down and marry a nice young lad, but she just couldn’t, not yet at least.
She gently pushed her way through the gathering crowd and grinned when she saw the top of Bucky’s hat. 
“Hey, Steve! Bucky!” She waved and almost knocked a young man over in her quick attempts to reach them both. They looked at her and smiled widely as she finally reached them. "Are you going to introduce me to your dates?” She asked and gestured to the two girls who shared a look. 
“Yes, of course. Connie, Bonnie, this is Eleanor. She can be rather annoying but we bring her along anyway,” he winked at Connie as Eleanor rolled her eyes, something she did a lot around him. 
“Is that why you two get along so well Buck?” Steve asked the taller man who raised his eyebrows in shock, his jaw-dropping a little. 
Eleanor smiled in triumph and nudged Steve lightly as everyone turned their attention back towards the stage where a bunch of showgirls welcomed the one and only Howard Stark. He was all anyone could really talk about in terms of what the future holds for them all. 
“Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all?” He asked and gestured to his right at a car. Several girls took the wheels off it, causing Steve and Eleanor to share a surprising look. Eleanor accepted some popcorn that Steve offered to her after he received no reply from Bonnie. “With Stark robotic reversion technology, you’ll be able to do just that.”
Everyone watched in anticipation as Howard Stark flipped the switch in front of him. The car began to splutter before coming to life, the engines that replaced the wheels were glowing and working hard to lift the vehicle off of the ground. 
“Holy cow,” Bucky muttered in astonishment. 
The engines suddenly faltered and the car came crashing back down onto the stage as Howard Stark wooed the crowd, distracting them from what had just happened with a few comforting words of, “I did say a few years didn’t I?” 
Eleanor looked to her left at Steve and frowned when she saw he wasn’t there. She looked around and her eyes landed on a recruitment centre in the distance. Of course...
As she began to make her way back through the crowd to find Steve, a large hand pressed itself into her lower back, making the hairs on her neck stand. Bucky ushered her forwards quickly, his gaze over the top of her and glaring at the recruitment centre. Behind Bucky followed Connie and Bonnie, the two of them gushing over Howard Stark and his latest invention.
They finally entered the building to see Steve standing in front of some illusion thing. He was too short to see into it. 
“Come on. You’re kind of missing the point of a double date, along with Eleanor, or something,” Bucky said and glanced at Eleanor who rolled her eyes with a small grin. “We’re taking the girls dancing,” he added as they shuffled into the hallway. 
“You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up with you,” Steve muttered, his head hanging low.
“You’re really gonna do this again?” Bucky asked in exhaustion as he and Steve stood in front of each other. Eleanor stood between them and off to the side, knowing full well they were about to argue. It was strange, it was normally her and Bucky arguing with Steve acting as the referee. 
“Well, it’s a fair. I’m gonna try my luck.”
“As who? Steve from Ohio? They’ll catch you. Or worse, they’ll actually take you.” The fear in Bucky’s voice caused Eleanor to frown and glance at him in worry. 
“Look, I know you don’t think I can do this.”
“This isn’t a back alley, Steve. It’s war!”
“I know it’s a war. You don’t have to tell me.”
Eleanor sighed and asked, “can you two please not do this here?” But they either chose to ignore her, or she was too quiet and they hadn’t heard her. 
“Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs,” Bucky laughed in disbelief at his best friend's urge to go to war. 
“What am I gonna do? Collect scrap metal-”
“Yes!” Bucky interjected as Eleanor hid her face with one of her hands, glancing around in embarrassment at the two bickering men. 
“- In my little red wagon,” Steve continued but Bucky continued interrupting. 
“Why not?” He asked quickly. 
“I’m not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky.”
“I don’t-” 
Now it was Steve’s turn to interrupt Bucky as Eleanor politely smiled at a passing couple, nodding her head at them. 
“Bucky, come on! There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t about me,” he sighed, wishing his friend would just understand his reasons. 
“Right. Cause you got nothing to prove,” Bucky muttered. 
Sensing their argument had come to a close, Eleanor stepped between them both, pulling their attention to her. 
“Are you two done arguing because I have something to say to the both of you.” She looked at them and took a small step back. “Steven, you’re insane for wanting to try and enlist again, there are too many risks involved and that’s without your medical history. James, you have no say in what Steve does even if you think it’s the best option, just like I don’t have a say. He can do what he pleases…”
Steve raised his eyebrows as Bucky’s jaw slacked a little. Her tone along with her use of their full names surely shocked them both. 
Eleanor swallowed the small lump in her throat and nodded her head, averting her gaze to the floor in front of her. She knew if she didn’t tell them then, she would never get the chance. “I also leave tomorrow,” she muttered. 
“Leaving? What?” Bucky asked and turned to face her front on, Steve copying his actions. 
“Are you and your mother going back to your grandmothers?” Steve asked her. 
Eleanor shook her head no. Bucky was the first to realise what she had meant, and Steve wasn’t too far behind with his conclusion. 
“I wasn’t going to enlist. But my sisters are over there, and my two brothers-in-law. The hospital was “encouraging” the majority of us to put our names down anyways. They even threatened to fire some of us...” She trailed off, the weight of her news leaving her shoulder but soon being replaced with a deep sense of shame and guilt. “So, this will be the last time we all see each other for a little while,” she said dejectedly but still wore a small smile. 
Steve nodded to himself as Bucky’s shoulders deflated in defeat. He wanted nothing more than to protect his two best friends, and he thought God was on his side for once, considering the number of times Steve had been denied, but then he realised his luck ran out with Eleanor. 
“I’m going to miss you,” Steve said to her as they quickly moved to embrace each other in a tight hug, one that had provided comfort over the years for the both of them. 
They pulled apart and Eleanor pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Good luck, Stevie,” she said quietly, knowing he understood what she had meant. 
Bucky looked at Steve and nodded his head. “Don’t do anything stupid until we get back then,” he said, not liking the way he had to change I to we. 
“How could I? You’re taking all the stupid with you,” Steve said as Eleanor and Bucky slowly began to retreat out of the recruitment building. 
Eleanor stopped and watched as Bucky walked back over to Steve, pulling him into a tight hug as he said, “you’re a punk.”
Steve rebutted with, “jerk,” causing Eleanor to laugh a little. “Be careful,” Steve muttered quietly as Bucky joined Eleanor once again, this time offering her a small smile. “Don’t win the war until I get there!” He called after them. 
Bucky and Eleanor turned around and Bucky mockingly saluted him, resulting in the three sharing a laugh before settling into silence. Bucky grabbed Eleanor’s hand firmly and led her back towards Connie and Bonnie, who had both been patiently waiting for them to return. 
Eleanor was a little upset about waiting so long to tell the boys, but she knew if she hadn’t she never would have wanted to go and she would have made a fool out of herself. She kept telling herself it was fine though. Her sisters were over there, so she would be joining them soon. Her mother had fewer people to worry about, financially that is. Eleanor was going to be travelling overseas, something she had always wanted to do, and she was able to go and help anybody who needed it.
“Hey Sarge, are we still going dancing?” Connie asked and bit her lip in excitement. 
Eleanor smiled softly at her and lowered her head, ready to give her and Bucky the privacy they wanted, but she looked up at her best friend in shock after he declined her offer politely. 
“Actually, Miss Hope and I here are going to have a few dances. Come and find me after,” he said and gently patted her shoulder before leading Eleanor away from them and through the crowd in the street. 
“Miss Hope?” Eleanor teased him with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve never been one for the formalities Mr Barnes- Sorry, Sergeant Barnes,” Eleanor laughed as Bucky rolled his eyes but softly swung her outwards, only to pull her in close. 
Her left hand locked with his as her right hand went to his shoulder and his left hand went to her waist. 
"Why didn't you tell us you enlisted?" Bucky asked her with a soft sigh. Eleanor looked over his shoulder, knowing she wasn’t getting out of the conversation anytime soon. "I thought we were your best friends? We’re supposed to tell each other everything." And no matter how childish Bucky knew he sounded, he was genuinely hurt by her choices to keep a secret. 
"That's why I couldn't. I didn't want to hurt you both and leave you counting down the days until I leave like I know you would have," she told him as the music echoed throughout the street that was slowly filling up with dancing couples; many of the men were dressed like Bucky, it was both a beautiful yet depressing sight. 
Bucky sighed and dipped his head. 
"You're a pain in my-" Bucky stopped himself and chuckled as Eleanor grinned up at him. "You're a pain, you know that doll?" 
"If I'm such a pain, why do you keep me around?" She asked as he slowly twirled her around. His eyes followed the seams of her dress as they travelled to the bottom where the hem of it fanned out and swayed with each step she took. 
He pulled her back in close and let her rest her head on his chest. He was going to miss her more than words could ever say. 
"For good luck I guess," he muttered and pressed a firm kiss to the top of her head. "You're good luck…"
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