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wolfjackle-creates · 8 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 13

Happy Wednesday! This arc is over 20k already. How many of you didn't realize that? I've got a longer segment for you this week. There wasn't really a good place to end it and this brings us to the end of the scene. If you like banter, this segment is for you.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Jeremy couldn’t help but add, “Be sure to mention us to your dad, Timothy. It’s been ages since we’ve last been able to meet at a gala!”

“Yes, sir,” said Tim. Not that he’d be following through. Assholes. Danny pushed him up a wide staircase that framed the entranceway to get to the second floor.

“Exactly like my parents,” he told Sam.

“I swear, if I didn’t have Gradma Ida, I’d go insane. My room’s this way.”

Sam’s room was so large that not only did she have a double bed and vanity, but also a couch and enough cushions that they were all able to spread out comfortably. Tim and Danny took beanbag chairs next to each other. His friends took the couch while Tucker took a space on the floor and promptly pulled out a laptop and two PDAs. Sam settled in a rocking chair.

Tim laid out the goodies they’d gotten from the corner store. “We brought snacks.”

Sam grabbed a bag of chips. “Thanks. So what’s on the agenda for the night?”

Cassie asked, “Is there anything we can do about the ghosts?”

Danny buried his face in his hands. “I don’t know. I can’t get a close enough read on them to see where any are. And there’s so many that even if I knock one out of a human, another would just take it’s place.”

“Any idea what they might be after?” asked Tim. “The ones last night were wearing uniforms like police officers. And we saw the news report from your school earlier. That one looked like a werewolf.”

“He was wearing a collar,” added Bart. “And his outfit also appeared to be a uniform of some sort, though not a police one.”

All of them stared at Bart.

“You don’t think he was there willingly,” said Sam.

Bart shrugged. “Didn’t look that way to me.”

Danny groaned and leaned over until he was resting his head on Tim’s shoulder. “What am I supposed to do with that? What do I do if he’s not here to attack the town?”

Tim wrapped his arm around Danny to hold him steady. “How much sleep were you able to get between last night and now?”

“Unno,” mumbled Danny. “Three, four hours?”

Cassie clicked her tongue at him. “How about you get some rest tonight and we can figure it out tomorrow. We’ll take the night in shifts and if there’s a large-scale attack again, we’ll wake you up.”

Tim sighed. “Much as I hate to admit it, Cassie’s right. You need to sleep.”

Danny snorted into his neck and Tim couldn’t help the way his cheeks heated at the feel of his breath. “Like you’re one to talk.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tim rolled his eyes. “We all know I’m not a good role model. Do as Alfred says, not as I do.”

“Wayne family moto!” Conner teased. Tim gave him the finger.

“Just one thing to do first,” said Bart.

“Yeah,” added Tucker. “I need to fix up Conner’s phone.”

“Two things, then,” amended Bart.

“What’s the other thing?” asked Sam. “I feel like I’m out of the loop.”

Cassie leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. “The Fentons gave us a tour of the lab. We want to arrange a system to get Danny out of Amity if things go bad.”

Tim noted how both Tucker and Sam tensed and exchanged a look. Then Sam nodded. “We’re in. And since you are who you are, which, Danny, we will be talking about how you kept Justice League connections from us later, we’ll trust you to be able to do it.”

“Don’t be mad at him,” protested Tim. “I made him promise to keep my secrets. It wasn’t safe for him to discuss it.”

Tucker waved a hand in the air. “We understand. Doesn’t mean we’re not frustrated with him. Don’t worry about it, though. Your secret’s safe with us.”

Tim bit his lip. “Please. It’s vitally important for my family’s safety that nothing gets out.”

Conner snorted. “Plus Batman would murder you dead if he found out you let anything slip.”

Tim groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’ll have so much paperwork. And would probably be benched for forever.”

Bart laughed and flicked a chip at him. “We’d kidnap you and help you prepare a new hero identity!”

With Danny still leaning on him, Tim couldn’t even catch the projectile and it hit him on the forehead. “I’ll take you up on that if I ever do get benched permanently.”

Sam cleared her throat. “As amusing as this all is, what’s the plan with Danny?”

Danny groaned, but didn’t move. “I don’t need one, guys. It’s not as bad as you think.”

Bart snorted. “Dude, your parents showed us an iron maiden.”

Danny shook his head. “Dad’s the only one who’s been shut up in that. And that was for threatening me and Jazz with it.”

“Um… what?” asked Cassie. “Why does everything you say make me feel more concerned?”

Tucker spoke around a mouthful of jerky. “Because his parents are mad scientists.”

Sam nodded. “No one lives in the houses on either side of his. And the value of every building on the street has plummeted due to proximity.”

Cassie shook her head. “How the hell have they been allowed to do all that? And why haven’t their driver’s licenses been revoked? We saw how they drove that tank of theirs.”

Tucker snorted. “No cop or city official is brave enough to go up to Jack ‘I can run through brick walls’ Fenton and tell him he’s not allowed to do something.”

Sam laughed. “And even if they were, Maddie Fenton has a blackbelt and will hold a grudge.”

“Last night it also seemed like she knows her way around that arsenal she’s got,” said Tim.

“Yeah,” said Danny. “Mom’s the one you’ve got to watch out for when my parents go on the hunt.”

“Okay.” Tim was already thinking up ways to neutralize them. “Us four should be able to handle them. What about Jazz? Is she someone we’d have to worry about?”

Danny pushed himself up and made sure Tim could see him rolling his eyes. “Jazz would never do anything to hurt me.” It was clear Danny believed his statement completely. And, honestly? After all the stories Danny’d told him and meeting Jazz in person, Tim was inclined to believe him. Though Danny wasn’t done. “And my parents would stop if they had any idea I was Phantom.”

Neither Tim nor Danny was as certain about that statement. Glancing around, everyone else seemed to have the same doubts.

“Well,” said Tim. “You know me. And I’ve told you about B. ‘Backup plans’ is my middle name. I’ll feel more comfortable if we have one.”

“Fine.” Danny flopped over until he was laying across Tim’s lap. “But don’t expect me to help.”

Now it was Tim’s turn to roll his eyes, but his fingers were gentle as they brushed through Danny’s hair. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. So, it’s Maddie we’ll have to outsmart. I doubt Jack’s strength is any match for Conner or Cassie.”

“I can get you access to the Fenton house,” said Tucker gesturing to his laptop. “Even if they activate the home defense system.”

Tim nodded. “Thanks. I’ll also get you communicators so you can reach me in case of an emergency.”

“Perfect,” said Sam. “We’ve each other’s cell numbers, too.”

“Yep,” said Tim. “But phones should only be used for civilian identities. If you need the help of heroes, please use the communicators. It’s best to keep things as separate as possible.”

Conner nudged Tim’s foot with his own. “Yep. Tim here won’t let us refer to him by name when he’s in costume. Even if we’re all alone in our own base behind two dozen layers of security.”

“Need I remind you who trained me?”

Cassie laughed. “He’s even worse. You should hear my aunt go on about him.”

Tucker was watching them with interest. “Who’s your aunt?”

Bart disappeared from his spot only to reappear next to Tucker to whisper in his ear.

Tucker’s eyes widened and he stared at Cassie in wonder. “That is so cool! Could you get me an autograph?”

Cassie laughed. “Why so surprised? You know who I am. Did you think I wouldn’t know her?”

Tucker blushed. “Yeah, well. Excuse me for being distracted by the ghost invasion we’re dealing with.”

Tim cleared his throat. “I think we’re getting off topic. Now, we have a way into the Fenton house. Tucker, could you get us all the way into the lab?”

“Easily. I’m fully in all their systems and they’ve no idea.”

“How will we know he’s in trouble?” asked Bart.

Tim bit his lip. “Danny and I already have a system in place where if we don’t hear from each other within seven days without prior warning, we reach out to someone. For me, it’s B’s butler. For him, it’s you Tucker.” He nudged Danny only to realize he had passed out his lap. Tim couldn’t help the fond smile he gave and shook his head. “Tomorrow I’ll propose decreasing that to three or four days.”

Conner nodded. “If none of us hear from one of you for more than four days, we’ll come. Probably me, Bart, or Cassie since we can travel faster.”

Tim grimaced, but nodded. Sometimes it really sucked being the only baseline human in the group.

Bart gave a thumbs up. “I can usually be somewhere in minutes if I’m not tied up doing something else!”

Sam looked them over critically. “You know he’s gonna insist that goes both ways. If you guys don’t check in, he’ll go to you if he can.”

Tucker began typing away on his laptop. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. I’m setting up alerts on the Fenton lab. If they start recording any experiments on an actual ghost, I’ll get a notification. If there’s any indication it’s Phantom, I can have the alert forwarded to you.”

Tim nodded. “Good. Do that.” He looked at his team. “We’ve seen the Fenton’s weapons and some of their fighting skills by now. I don’t think we’ll have any issues subduing them if necessary.”

“Nah,” agreed Cassie. “We can handle them.”

Back to Sam and Tucker, Tim asked, “Do we know what their weapons can do to humans? What risks they pose?”

Sam grimaced. “The small blasters are fine. But some of the bigger weapons? Like the bazooka or the missiles? Those have caused damage to the roads and buildings beyond what the ghosts do.”

“Have there been any casualties?” asked Cassie.

Tucker shook his head. “No. Thank God. It’s all been property damage so far.”

Sam nudged him. “Not quite. You’re forgetting Wes’s brother. Jack broke his arm two weeks ago when he shot at the Box Ghost and knocked over the pile of bricks that was being used to rebuild Mr. Nguyen’s store.”

“Ugh, right. I think I was trying to block that debacle from my mind.”

Tim sighed and shook his head. “I knew it was bad, but Danny really downplayed it.”

Sam shrugged. “Yeah, well, this is life in Amity right now.”

“I suppose so.” Tim looked down at Danny who was frowning even in his sleep. “I think I’m gonna get him in a bed. Where will we be sleeping?”

“Probably a good idea,” agreed Sam. “Do you want to share a room?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. We haven’t had any one-on-one time yet. Which is a shame for our first in-person meeting!” Tim laughed and ignored the looks his friends were shooting him as well as the grins Sam and Tucker were exchanging. “Though with our lives, I should’ve expected something like this rather than a purely civilian meeting.”

Sam laughed. “Yeah, probably. This is about par for the course for us. Take the room across the hall. If you need the bathroom, if you exit my room, turn left and it’s two doors down on this side of the hall.”

Tim shifted so he could lift Danny up. Despite the shuffling, Danny didn’t open his eyes, though he did grumble indistinct protests.

“Just getting you in a bed,” said Tim.

Conner grabbed the bag that had their belongings in it and opened the doors for Tim. While Tim settled Danny in the bed, even having to remove shoes and socks, Conner separated their things so he would have everything he needed.

“Thanks, Kon.”

“Anytime, Tim. Get some rest yourself, okay?”

Tim huffed a laugh. “Sleep is for the weak.”

Conner shook his head. “You say that and yet at the end of basically every mission, you pass out for twelve hours and are useless for two days.”

Tim stuck out his tongue. “I do have homework to do. And I want to keep my eye on the local news channels. And I need to check in with Bruce again before he flips. Let me know when your phone is working?”

“Will do. See you tomorrow.”

“Night.”

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So! They now have a working system for how to find out if Danny's in trouble and to get him out. Hopefully they won't have to use it! (I mean, we all know where this is going. I presume you've all read the original prompt and fill that started this mess.)

Also, thanks to a comment on the last post, I wanted to clarify the relationships in this fic. If you've gotten Core Four (Tim/Kon/Cassie/Bart) vibes from this... Yeah. You did. If you've gotten Everlasting Trio (Danny/Sam/Tucker) vibes from this... Yeah. You did. I'm going to write those groups as a sorta QPR. Eventually, we will have romantic Danny/Tim (hence I've been tagging this Dead Tired) on top of those QPRs, but that won't really happen for a while. First Danny will date Val and Tim will date Steph. Danny will have another relationship, too, that I'm keeping secret for now. None of those are likely to get any page time as I am planning a time skip after this arc. But they will be referenced by characters. The actual Danny/Tim won't happen until after the rescue scene from the original fill. (Which I'm sure you can imagine will be changed quite drastically now that all these characters know each other.)

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#dpxdc #my writing #bring me home #extraction planning #and banter #danny is sleepy #for good reason #and tim will be a hypocrite if it means telling him to sleep #i do not think i will ever write another fic where #'do as alfred says not as i do'#is not said by at least one bat or their friend #(assuming i can fit it in of course)#i doubt i'm the first to use it #but i havent seen it elsewhere #so feel free to steal it if you want

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cjsmalley · 7 months

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Wished Away 7:

Happy Thanksgiving (Early, I Know, Shut up):

“Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker wish to invite you to our Thanksgiving meal,” Damian said.

“Are you sure?” Bruce asked, “we’re a lot.”

Even without Damian, Bruce had many children and cooking for all of them was sometimes a tall order.

Damian smiled, “We are aware. You are not the only family we are inviting. Every child Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker has taken in we have invited along with their remaining family if they have any. Even the non-Americans have been invited.”

“We’d be delighted to come,” Alfred said for his family, “should we bring anything?”

“You may,” Damian agreed, “however, the chefs and cooks of the Palace will be preparing the main meal. It will be mostly meatless. Seitan mostly, in observance with mine and Mother’s dietary needs and our beliefs. It will also be made in-line with kosher regulations.”

“Cookies,” Jason said, looking at Alfred, “we can make vegan cookies.”

“Very well, Master Jason,” Alfred nodded, already planning for such a large batch, or several batches.

Damian grinned.

Thanksgiving Day arrived and the portal opened.

They filed through and were greeted by Sam, the younger Sam on her hip, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Sammy just waved shyly, gaining fond chuckles.

They all echoed the sentiment and were led through the palace to one of the ballrooms, “Not even the large dining room is big enough to hold our horde,” she said with humor.

“Oh?”

“Everyone invited came,” Sam explained before visibly remembering, “Oh, and any red wine you see? Not red wine; we have a vampire in attendance. He eats human food but not really.”

“Of course,” Bruce nodded; only Dick was of age to drink, of his children, but neither one really drank. Still, it was good to know.

“’m assuming the vamp’s friendly?” Jason voiced.

“Friendly as in doesn’t eat humans anymore, yeah,” Sam nodded, “but, well, Spike’s Spike. You’ll understand once you meet him. Don’t go after his humans and he’s nice enough.”

“Fair enough,” Stephanie nodded.

“Also in attendance are a Vampire Slayer, several witches and wizards, two magic superheroes…basically everyone you met at Damian’s birthday party’s here. I know Spike wasn’t there; he had to babysit the Hellmouth that day, so he’s really the only new face. Him and his daughter, Hope.”

“Vampires can have—”

“She’s adopted, from a separate dimension. Danny brought her to the Hellmouth group to hide her. She’s being raised by Buffy and Spike.”

“Oh.”

They finally made it to the ballroom; the doors were wide open; servants rushed forward to relieve the Waynes of the platters of cookies they carried before they entered the room.

Most of the room was divided down the middle by a cartoonishly long dining table, bench seating on either side of it. Settings were already in place.

In one corner was a padded and gated off area where Anakin and the baby that could only be Hope played. Well, played as only young babies could, which wasn’t much.

Dotted around the room were small clusters of regular chairs and beanbag chairs, some of which were already occupied, surrounding small tables with pitchers of water and juices and, yes, blood.

Spike the vampire was easy to pick out from the masses because he had a glass of what looked like red wine in hand. Nobody else did.

The Waynes spread out, first finding Damian to say hello, then mingling and visiting with the friends made at the birthday party.

Bruce made his way towards the vampire.

“’Lo,” Spike greeted lowly over his drink, Buffy at his side.

“Hello, Buffy,” Bruce said before smiling with a closed mouth, “and you must be Spike. Bruce Wayne.”

“Not an ape, mate,” Spike snorted, “won’t attack if you smile at me. Sit down, take a load off. Hear you’re Batman. The real deal one.”

“I am,” Bruce took a seat, reaching to fill a cup with orange juice, “where did you hear it from?”

“Dawn was excited; her little brother’s bio-dad is Batman,” Buffy explained, rolling her eyes fondly, “one of my friends, Xander, is a big comic book nerd.”

“Ah. I assume there won’t be any problems?”

“Not from us,” Spike agreed, nudging Buffy with a smirk, “my girl here’s a superhero too. Won’t be any trouble from our lot. Right, Slayer?”

“Yep. No problems from us. If Danny and Sam are good with you being…you know, you then we’re good,” Buffy nodded, “just as long as you don’t put Dawnie or Hope in a suit.”

“I don’t want them out there,” Bruce grumbled, “but if I didn’t help them, they’d all be dead by now.”

“We get it, honestly,” Buffy assured, “Dawn’s given us enough gray hair,” she grinned mischievously at Spike, “she’s even given Billy Idol here some.”

“Slayer, you know that pissant stole—”

Bruce laughed.

Everyone mingled and chatted for a few hours before the meal began; servant after servant carried food and drinks to the main table as everyone found seats on the benches.

Spike and Danny placed the babies into highchairs.

By the time everything and everyone was ready, the table was fairly groaning with the meal.

Danny gained everyone’s attention, standing and grinning, “Welcome to Thanksgiving Dinner at the Palace. Thank you all for coming, even our non-Americans for putting up with our silly traditions.”

The non-Americans laughed fondly, nodding; even Alfred cracked a smile.

“For those who’re probably wondering,” he continued, “our essential living staff celebrated at lunch and most will have the day off tomorrow. Everyone else had the day off today. Now, normally we’d go around and say what we’re thankful for but we’d be here forever if we did that tonight. So, while we eat let’s just think about what we’re thankful for and enjoy the food and the company. Oh, and just so you know, everything’s kosher and most of the ‘meat’ is actually Seitan. Real meat is on the green platters. But before we begin, let’s give a round of thanks to the kitchen staff for making the food!”

Everyone applauded.

“Now, tuck in!”

They all did so with gusto; the meal was magnificent and it was clear the Palace staff had put their all into it.

Most of the Seitan was shaped into meat product appearances, looking indistinguishable from the real turkeys and hams. And it tasted almost like the real things too.

The meal lasted well into the night and everyone went home stuffed and with leftovers.

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bwabys-scenarios · 7 months

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Fixer upper

Part 20

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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warning: reader is kissed/touched without consent(very short, not done by Kurapika), mentions of animal death

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Kurapika plopped down onto the couch, still in his pajamas. He’d woken up to the sound of (Name) making breakfast just a few minutes ago, hurriedly pulling on a pair of pajama pants before rushing out to see her.

“Coffee!”

(Name) set a cup of coffee on the coffee table, smiling at the blonde. “Ahh, thank you.”

As the sun shone through the window, the residents of (Name)’s home began to wake up, slowly walking out of their rooms and into the living room.

“(Name).:: what’s for breakfast?” Killua asked, tugging on her shirt.

“Just omelettes, toast, and bacon.”

Killua yawned. “Sounds good… after breakfast I’ve gotta tell you something.”

“Oh?”

(Name) laughed as Killua shuffled away, falling onto his beanbag chair.

Kurapika lifted himself from the couch and moved to the kitchen, placing his empty coffee cup in the sink. “… how are you?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’m alright I guess. I slept well enough.”

She finished the last omelette, sighing softly. Kurapika felt the urge to move forward and hug her from behind. It would be nice to hold her, feel her warmth and take in her nice scent.

“Kurapika? Do you need something?”

‘Kurapika?’ He tilted his head, watching as she fished some ketchup and chopped up fruit from the fridge. ‘I guess it will take a little longer for her to get used to calling me Pika again…’

“No… just…”

There were butterflies in his tummy when she looked up, placing a hand on his cheek. “Are you alright? You’re acting strange. You don’t have a fever, do you?”

She felt his, cheeks, forehead, then placed the back of her hand against his neck. He yelped at that, jumping back and placing his hand over the place she touched. “Kurapika? Does it hurt?”

“No… no you just… surprised me.”

(Name) kept an eye on him as he scurried away, hiding in the living room to catch his breath. “You’re freaking me out.”

Kurapika scowled at the white haired boy, it stayed quiet.

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“Alright, Killua, spill the beans. What did you wanna tell me?”

(Name) was picking up empty plates, handing Killua a napkin before walking towards the kitchen. “Well… you know how I like finding animals?”

“Oh god.”

“Wait, no, it’s a domesticated animal this time.”

“Killua, for the last time raccoons are NOT domesticated-“

“It’s a cat!”

(Name) paused, giving Killua her full attention. “… a cat?”

Kurapika looked up, tilting his head at the tone of (Name)’s voice. ‘She really does love animals.’

“Well why didn’t you say so? Let’s go!”

(Name) jumped up, pulling on her shoes and a jacket before running out the door. “(Name) wait!”

Kurapika followed behind her, slipping on shoes as Killua pushed past him. “I’m the one that knows where it is! Wait a second!”

(Name) paused in the driveway, allowing the two to catch up to her. “Oh, you’re coming too, Kurapika?”

Kurapika blinked, looking down at himself. He was still in his pajamas, but couldn’t help himself. He wanted to follow her, be near her. “Um… yes.”

Killua grabbed (Name)’s hand, leading her down the street and towards the large patch of woods that him and Gon liked to play in. “She’s been staying around that old abandoned shed. I’ve been giving her food, but she still doesn’t trust me yet.”

“Hmm…”

(Name) crouched down in front of the shed, bending down to peek under it. A pair of big, yellow eyes looked back at her as a low hissing could be heard. “Oh wow, that’s a big cat.”

“Yeah, I thought she was a small bear cub at first.”

Kurapika pulled (Name) back a little. “Careful, she did a number on Killua. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

(Name) wiggles out of his grasp. “Well I’m going to get her, so stand back!”

She laid on her tummy and crawled under the shed, only stopping when she couldn’t keep going. “Ahh, ass too fat.”

Kurapika looked down. ‘Yep.’

“Come here, baby, shh, it’s okay~”

Killua and Kurapika made eye contact. “(Name), maybe we should-“

“I GOT HER!”

The two sighed in relief, Kurapika looking back to her ass again. “Hey, I’m right here.” Killua said, slapping Kurapika on the back of the head.

“Oh… oh no SHIT PULL ME OUT! OH MY GOD I THINK SHE JUST TORE A CHUNK OUT OF ME!”

(Name) screeched, wiggling around. “Can’t get out!! Ass!! Too fat!!”

“Shit, (Name) you fucking idiot!” Killua said, grabbing on of her legs. “Kurapika, what are you standing around for, get the other leg!”

Kurapika blinked, staring at her plush thigh. “This is NOT the time to be shy. Grab her!”

The blonde grabbed her leg and pulled in tandem, (Name) coming out from under the shed with a yowling cat in her arms.

“(Name) if you don’t let that spawn of satan go before I-“

Kurapika began to summon his chains, Killua stepping in between them. “No, don’t! If you hurt that cat, you’re spitting on all the pain (Name) just went through to catch it!”

“And there was a lot of pain by the way! Imma have so many scratches!”

“You’re not helping, (Name).”

She pouted as the cat continued to thrash in her arms. “Her teeth are definitely sinking into my arm right now. On a scale of 1 to Killua, it’s a good seven.”

Kurapika blinked, walking forward and chopping the cat on the neck. It went limp in her arms, (Name) gasping. “Kurapika, you-“

“It’s just asleep. Now…”

He took the cat from her, eyes gone red. “Let’s… take it to a shelter or something.”

“A shelter?? That’s my baby!”

“(Name), you just learned about its existence 15 minutes ago.”

“And I already love her.”

“SHE LITERALLY CHEWED ON YOU!”

“And? I still love Killua and he’s bitten me several times!”

“I have.”

Killua sounded a bit too proud for Kurapika’s liking. “Fine. We’ll take the little bastard to a veterinarian. Or a priest. Whoever is closer.”

It turned out that the veterinarian was closer, Kurapika having to drive so (Name) could hold that cat. “Isn’t she just the cutest? I’ve never seen a cat this color!”

Kurapika had a tight grip on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at (Name)’s injuries. “(Name)… you’re hurt. We should stop and-“

“Cat first, me later.”

Killua licked his thumb and rubbed it against one of her scratches. “There, that should help.”

“Killua I love you but that was really gross.”

“But you’ve done that to me!”

“Yeah, but I’m a mom, you’re a germ ridden child.”

“Okay, rude. True, but hurtful.”

(Name) patted his cheek. “Sorry, baby, love you.”

Kurapika watched this interaction, feeling those butterflies in his tummy again. ‘She’s… so…’

He remembered the words Leorio said a few weeks ago.

“She’s so mommy material.”

‘I guess he wasn’t wrong. She would make a… great mother.’

“Ah, we’re here! Come on boys, let’s get this baby inside.”

———————

(Name) placed the cat on the table, Kurapika and Killua in the waiting room.

“She’s a feral cat, we… found her asleep near our home.”

The veterinarian hummed, checking the cats vital signs. “Hmm, good thing she’s asleep, it makes this process a lot easier.”

The woman felt her stomach, glancing at her apprentice. “Get the clippers.”

(Name) watched in horror as they shaved the cat, pouting. ‘But her fur was so pretty…’

Once her fur was gone, the sad truth was revealed. “Oh god…”

She was skin and bones, with scars, old and new littering her skin. The veterinarians patches her up, before sighing. “Her stomach seems swollen, perhaps it’s worms. Or…”

The cat was taken away, (Name) unable to follow them to the back.

The three waited, Kurapika patting (Name)’s back. “I’m sure it will be okay. Foul creatures such as itself don’t die easily.”

“Don’t call her foul, she’s a little lady! Even if she smells like old cheese and gym socks, that’s not her problem!”

(Name) leaned away from him, crossing her arms. Killua shook his head. “Ahh, now you’ve made her mad. Smooth.”

“Miss (Last Name)?”

(Name) stood up, walking up to the desk before she was brought back to the room the cat was in.

“Hello, sorry for the wait. We went ahead and did an ultrasound, and…”

They held up a picture, causing (Name) to gasp. “She’s about a month and a half pregnant.”

“Aww, mama…” (Name) said, gently petting the cats head. “That’s why she’s so mean, she’s protecting these babies!”

“Well she’s also like that because she’s a feral cat and-“

“You’re just a sweet mama aren’t you? My pretty girl…”

The veterinarian sighed. “Anyways, she’ll need to take some medication and have her wounds cleaned every day. Because she’s a feral cat, it’s best if she’s put to sleep, both t-“

“No.”

(Name) continued petting the cat, eyebrows furrowed. “I want her.”

“You want her?”

“Yes. Just tell me what I need to do, and I’ll take care of her. I won’t let anyone put her down.”

———————

“I can’t believe you brought that thing into the house.”

“She’s not a thing! She’s a cat and she’s pregnant!”

Kurapika sighed, setting up the kennel (Name) bought. “Yeah yeah, I know…”

Killua was on the phone with Gon, explaining the situation. “Yeah, she caught it with her bare hands! Oh yeah, scratche her up good. No, no it wasn’t a bear cub. Yeah.”

Killua looked up. “Hey (Name), Gon wants to come over!”

(Name), who was holding the drugged out cat nodded. “That’s fine. I was actually going to ask you two to come with us on our mission anyways.”

Kurapika finished putting the kennel together. “Yeah, it would be nice to have a look out. That’s Killua’s specialty, yeah?”

Killua paused, clearing his throat and standing up a little taller. “Yeah, yeah that’s right. I am pretty good at that.”

(Name) ruffled his hair. “Killua’s real talented, he’s good at just about anything he puts his mind to.”

Killua hid his face. “(Name)…”

“What? You are! I’m sure you could do anything if you really tried!”

He buried his face in her shoulder, Gon laughing over the phone. “Aww, (Name) you flustered him!”

“Haha, we’ll call you back later Gon. Gotta get this baby in the kennel.”

“… Killua?”

“No, the cat.”

Kurapika snickered, placing the final blanket in the kennel before (Name) walked over and placed the cat inside.

“There we go. It’s comfy, right?”

The cat did not answer, because it couldn’t talk.

“(Name), it’s still asleep.”

“She is getting her beauty sleep.”

“That thing needs to hibernate.”

“Kurapika!”

Killua snickered. “Okay, that was pretty funny. Don’t talk about Meatloaf like that though.”

“Meatloaf?” (Name) tilted her head, peeking up at him.

“Well, that’s what I’ve been calling her in my head. It’s fine if-“

“It’s a good name! I was just going to call her pookie or princess.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow at that. “That’s not what I would choose to name such a… cat, but, to each their own.”

“Kurapika you are on thin ice.”

He winced when (Name) gave him a look. “… sorry.”

Over the course of several days, (Name) stood watch over the cat, using her nen to help her heal slowly. The cat still hissed when (Name) opened her kennel to change her litter box or feed her, but wasn’t scratching her anymore.

“She’s really starting to warm up to you, (Name).” Kurapika said, handing her a can of cat food. (Name) opened it and dumped its contents onto a dish before placing it in the cats cage. Meatloaf growled when (Name) attempted to pet her, making the woman pull her hand back.

“Yeah, before she would have bitten me instead of just growl!” (Name) stood up, brushing off her long skirt. “She’s supposed to be giving birth within the next four weeks. I’m hoping… it won’t be while we’re gone.”

Kurapika placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll be fine regardless. Leorio will be keeping a close eye on her.”

Killua came running inside, laughing. “Just got off the phone with Gon, he’ll be getting her a day before we leave for our mission.”

(Name) opened up the oven, peeking at the chicken she was baking. “Ahh, that’s good. Make sure your room is cleaned up before he gets here, sweetheart.”

Kurapika leaned against the counter as she cooked, watching her. He wanted to be near her as much as possible, even if she kept glancing at him nervously. “Are you okay, Kurapika? You keep looking at me.”

“I’m fine.”

He continued to watch her, making (Name) sigh. “Kurapika, it’s hard to work when you’re watching me. You make me- I mean it makes me nervous.”

He tilted his head. “Really? I’m just… curious.”

He wasn’t lying, Kurapika wanted to understand his feelings, why he wanted to be near her and why he liked her so much.

“Well…”

She sighed. “At least… sit down at the table. You hovering around me makes me nervous.”

A few days passed, with Kurapika continuing to follow (Name) around, constantly observing her, much to her chagrin.

Killua sat on the couch, filling something out. “Kurapika, stop being a weirdo. I’m trying to win something and you’re killing my good vibes.”

The blonde frowned. “I’m not being a weirdo.”

“Yes you are, you’ve been up (Name)’s butt the whole week and-“

“Alright, Killua, we’re leaving to go pick up Gon. Let’s get going!”

“Coming, (Name)!”

He quickly finished filling out the paper, folding it and stuffing it into an envelope before following her voice. ‘What’s he up to?’ Kurapika thought as he got up to follow him as well.

———————

“(Name)! Killua! Kurapika!”

The three yelped when they were tackled by Gon, who sprinted through the airport. “Gon, you idiot!”

Killua smacked him as Kurapika helped (Name) stand up. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay…”

He kept a hand on her back, a light pink on his cheek. ‘I’m touching her.’

“Sorry, (Name), I just got too excited.”

“It’s okay, come here ya goof.”

(Name) pulled the boy into her arms, ruffling his hair. The four rode to Leorio’s house, picking him up before they made their way home.

“Okay boys, we’ve got plans to make. Kurapika, you take over. I’ve gotta feed meatloaf.”

“WAIT! I want to see meatloaf first!”

“Okay, me and Gon are going to feed meatloaf.”

The two walked off, Kurapika clearing his throat. “Alright, here’s the plan. Gon and Killua will be on look out while (Name) and I go undercover as two club goers.”

“Club goers…” Leorio repeated, laughing.

“Yes, that is what I said. Anyways…”

He pulled up the picture of Dracule on his laptop. “This is our target. Once he goes in, you need to radio us. Then, (Name) will begin s-“

He stopped, looking from Killua to Leorio. “She’ll start… her part in this plan.”

“And what is that?”

Kurapika’s lip formed into a thin line, the blonde staying quiet. “It isn’t relevant.”

“Oh, I think it is. Do you have (Name) doing your dirty work?”

“… define dirty work.”

Leorio placed a hand over Kurapika’s mouth. “Okay, that’s enough. What’s next?”

“… once (Name) does her part, I’ll swoop in and place a condition on his heart. He won’t be able to do anything, and I’ll get the information on the scarlet eyes.”

(Name) and Gon walked back in, the latter plopping down on the couch beside Killua. “What did I miss?”

“I’ll fill you in later. Go on.”

Killua waved his hand, gesturing for Kurapika to continue. “Once that’s done, we’ll turn him into the police for the murder of Victor Hummins and his wife, thus clearing our names.”

“Though, they haven’t even identified you two yet.”

Kurapika sighed, rubbing his temple. “(Name) wants it cleared up regardless.”

(Name) sat next to Kurapika, giving him a smile. “It would put my mind at ease.”

The blonde glanced down at her thigh touching his, eyes soft when she leaned her head against his shoulder. “So, is that it?”

“Basically. Once we’ve scouted out the club, we can talk about potential exits and contingency plans.”

She nodded, before standing up. “We’ve got another day before we have to leave, so everyone get to packing. Leorio, thank you so much for watching Meatloaf while we’re gone.”

Leorio bowed his head. “Anything for you, sunshine.”

“Kurapika, can you come help me pack? I need your opinion on what I should wear.”

He nodded, following behind her like a lost puppy. Leorio rolled his eyes. “I’ll be going now. I have to do some packing myself, since I’ll be staying here to take care of the cat.”

(Name) waved, smiling. “Love you, Leorio! See you in a bit!”

“Love you too, doll.”

Kurapika held onto (Name)’s hand, half leading, half dragging her to her room. “Kurapika, careful, I’ll trip.”

He let her go when they reached her door, eyes following her every movement. “Sorry… I just, feel…”

She looked back. “Do you feel unwell? Should I get you some medicine?”

“No, no, just… tired.”

(Name) was quick to frown, tugging on his sleeve. “If you’re tired, you should go rest, we have a big day tomorrow.”

He shook his head, pulling away before sitting on her bed. “No, I’m fine. Please, show me what you need to.”

(Name) sighed, before walking towards her closet and opening it. “I’ll try on a few things, you give me a yes or no, okay?”

He nodded, a bit too enthusiastically. “Go on.”

He waited impatiently, tapping his foot as she changed in the bathroom. “Kurapika?”

Kurapika looked up from his pouting to see (Name) standing in front of him. “Oh.”

She wore a form fitting, sleeveless dress, a dark red in color. It only went a little past her butt, the woman tugging at the fabric around her tummy and hips. “Ahh, I ordered this dress online, it’s not as flattering as I hoped it would be…”

Kurapika couldn’t even speak, eyes wide and mouth agape. A light pink dusted his cheeks, and he had to quickly cross his legs to hide his boner.

“How do I look?” she asked, turning so he could see the dress from the back as well.

It truly did only barely cover her ass, her slight movements exposing a hint of her panties. “You…”

She turned back, tilting her head.

“You shouldn’t wear that.”

(Name) nodded slowly, immediately covering herself more. “Oh, okay…”

‘I can’t let anyone else see her in that but me…’ he thought, eyes following her form as she walked away to change.

‘He thinks it looks bad.’ (Name) thought, pulling the dress off and throwing it onto the floor.

She showed him a few more dresses, before they decided on a red cocktail dress. “That should be good, it’s similar to the dresses some of the women wore when meeting up with Dracule.”

(Name) packed the dress in her suitcase, sighing as the blonde continued to watch her. “You can go now. I’ll be back down in a few minutes.”

She seemed… irritated? Upset? He wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t smiling like she usually did. “Oh.. okay.”

‘Did I do something wrong?’

——————

(Name) sighed, sipping on her martini as she watched the door. ‘This is my third one, I’m gonna end up getting drunk.’

She shrugged, finishing it. The bartender smiled, making her another. “Here you are, miss.”

Kurapika took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly. ‘He should be here any minute, if my intel is correct.’

The blonde was leaning against the wall near the entrance to the club, smoking to fit in with the other club goers. It wasn’t like he hadn’t smoked before, he just wasn’t the biggest fan of it. ‘Oh well, helps my nerves at least…’

Kurapika couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways this mission could go wrong. (Name) was the one that would be doing all the hard work, and that’s what worried him the most. ‘What if he hurts her?’

“Excuse me.”

Kurapika watched as a man walked by, the blonde smirking before dropping his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. ‘There he is, Dracule Midnight.’

He followed behind the man, staying a good few yards away from him as he entered the club. He spotted (Name) soon after, feeling his heart begin to race.

She looked gorgeous, perched on her stool at the bar, sipping a martini as she scanned the club. When Kurapika took in his surroundings, he felt that familiar nasty feeling wash over him.

Dracule has spotted (Name), and was making his way towards her. He tried not to get too upset when (Name) batted eyelashes at the man, squeezing her arms together to make her cleavage more visible. “Hello, little one. You’re…”

He leaned a little closer, giving her that sharp toothed smile. “Devine.”

Kurapika ordered a drink, not doing a great job at hiding his glare. “Oh, you’re too kind!”

She giggled at him, holding a hand to her soft cheek. ‘She never giggles at me like that…’ Kurapika thought, frowning deeply.

“Say, are you by chance single?” Dracule asked, resting a hand on her thigh after sitting next to her. (Name) glanced down at his hand before answering.

“Yes, I am. Are you?”

She batted her eyelashes at him, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. Dracule laughed, cupping het cheek. “In fact I am. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

Kurapika slammed down a shot before ordering another, his nails tapping away at the bar. ‘He’s touching her. God, what a creep.’

The two chatted, (Name) occasionally laughing at jokes the older man made. “Oh, Dracule, you’re so funny! Can you tell me more about your collection? I’ve never heard about such a thing!”

Kurapika had to admit, even with the knowledge that she was seducing Dracule, it was hard to tell. (Name) was a pretty good actress, and Kurapika found himself getting increasingly irritated.

They were flirting so blatantly that it pissed him off. She was doing exactly what he asked her to do, but he couldn’t help the wave of jealousy washing over him.

Dracule began moving his hand from her thigh, and ho her dress. This caused (Name) to panic for a moment, grabbing his hand.

CRACK!

The glass in Kurapika’s hand shattered, eyes an angry shade of red behind his grey contacts. (Name) only glanced at him for a split second.

“W-why don’t we go somewhere more private? There’s a room nearby…”

She stood up, rubbing her neck before walking off.

‘That’s the signal!’

Kurapika quickly paid for his drink before following behind the two, hiding behind people dancing around the club as he tailed them.

It was dark, Kurapika having to blink his eyes a few times to adjust to the low lighting. He scanned the crowd, now only able to see Dracule due to (Name) being shorter than the club goers surrounding them.

If he wasn’t so pissed and rushing to get her back in his arms, he would have thought it was cute.

“I can’t wait any longer, little one.”

(Name) was being pushed against a wall, the woman gasping when Dracule smashed his face into hers. Her eyes went wide, making eye contact with Kurapika’s.

She felt her blood run cold at the look in his eyes. She’d never seen him look so angry.

He was pushing people out of the way to get to them, (Name) having only a few seconds to stop him before he blew both of their covers.

She closed her eyes, tangling her hands in Dracule’s long black locks. (Name) deepened the kiss, wrapping her leg around his.

Kurapika stopped, watching the scene with wide eyes. His heart pounded against his chest, an awful ache settling behind his ribs.

It hurt, watching her reciprocate Dracule’s kiss and touches. He knew why she was doing it, but that didn’t stop it from being painful to watch.

She pulled away, panting slightly. “I want… I want you…”

Kurapika’s blood pressure was beginning to rise, summoning his chains. “Naughty girl… let’s go to that room you mentioned earlier, hmm?”

She nodded, glancing to Kurapika before leading Dracule towards the room. Kurapika took a deep breath before following them, biting his lip so harshly he could taste blood.

She pulled him into the room, leaving it cracked behind her. Dracule was already reaching around to pull her zipper down, (Name) blushing furiously as she tried to slow him down long enough for Kurapika to get there.

He pulled her dress down, exposing the lacy black bra she’d worn for the occasion. “It’s almost like you wore this just for me…” he cooed, hands about to cup her breasts.

“N-no, please slow down!” (Name) said, beginning to struggle against him. Panic was beginning to settle into her chest, causing the (h/c) haired girl to tear up.

He didn’t release his hold on her, holding onto her waist so tight she winced.

“Shh, just stay quiet and-“

“Judgement Chain!”

The sound of chains shooting out and into Dracule’s chest made (Name) relax, the girl stepping out the man’s arms and rushing over to Kurapika. The blonde softened when he saw her face.

She was holding onto her dress, trying to cover herself as much as possible as tears beaded in the corner of her eyes. (Name) didn’t speak, only standing near his side.

Kurapika turned his eyes on Dracule, who was sneering. “You little bitch, you set me up!”

Kurapika’s eyes narrowed. “I would watch what you say, Mr. Dracule Midnight. It could be your final words.” His voice was low and cold as he stepped forward, flexing his finger.

Dracule clutched his chest, crying out in pain as the chain tightened around his heart.

“I’ll be placing a condition on you. My nen blade is in your heart, and if you asnwer any of the questions I ask you with a lie, you will die.”

Dracule sank to the floor, groaning. “What the hell do you want? Money? I’ll give you anything just-“

“Silence.”

The man screamed, his voice unheard by the people outside due to the loud music.

“My first question is, where are the scarlet eyes you keep in your possession?”

“I-In my home!”

Kurapika tutted, placing his foot on the man’s head. “I need specifics.”

(Name) pulled a small notepad and pen from her purse, and write down the address Dracule Midnight gave them. “My second question is, who killed Victor Hummins and his wife?”

“I… hired some assassins to take them out. My… my boss heard they were planning something and… ordered me to stop them.”

“Your boss?”

Kurapika hummed. “Alright, last question.”

He crouched down, taking off his contacts to stare into the man’s eyes with his scarlet ones.

“What were you planning on doing to her after she said no?”

Dracule blubbered, glancing back at (Name). “N-nothing I swea-“

Before he could even finish, he coughed up blood as the nen blade pierced his heart. Kurapika waited a moment before yanking his chain out harshly, blood spraying out and covering his face.

He stared down at the man’s corpse, eyes burning red. Usually, he didn’t enjoy killing, but this time…

“Disgusting.”

Kurapika stood, turning to see (Name) struggling to keep herself covered, tears still in her eyes. “… turn around.”

She looked up, eyes widening slightly at the bloody sight in front of her before doing as told. He pulled her dress up, zipping her up before sighing. “There, you’re decent now.”

(Name) turned back, watching as Kurapika leaned against the wall, eyes boring holes into the man’s corpse. “… we should go before someone noticed he’s gone.”

Kurapika nodded, slowly raising his gaze to meet hers. He’d calmed down slightly, her presence alone able to help him catch his breath. “… (Name)?”

She hummed in response as she texted Gon and Killua that they were about to leave.

“… did… did you enjoy kissing him?”

The air grew tense, Kurapika immediately knowing he fucked up.

“… why are you asking me that?”

He stuttered out a response, stepping forward. “I’m sorry, I just… was curious. You looked…”

(Name) scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was acting, kind of like what you did to me in that alleyway. Neither of us… actually felt anything.”

Ouch.

Kurapika remembered feeling a lot, and hearing her say she felt nothing made his chest hurt.

‘He was just acting, (Name). You can’t… you can’t let yourself get your hopes up.’ she thought, looking away from him.

“I see… of course.”

Kurapika shrugged off his jacket, placing it around his shoulders. “I apologize, (Name). You’re just quite the actress.”

He tried to give her a comforting smile, but it came out looking strained. (Name) glanced at him, pulling the jacket around her herself. “… thank you.”

She cuddled into the fabric, only to blink and crinkle her nose. “Yuck, this smells like cigarettes…”

She blinked again, looking up at her blonde friend. (Name) leaned toward and sniffed him, causing Kurapika to yelp. “(N-Name)!”

She gasped. “Kurapika, you didn’t smoke, did you? Do you know how bad that is for you?”

He groaned, running his fingers through his hair. “It was only one. I only smoke socially.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, whatever you say.”

She handed him his jacket back, pinching her nose. “You can have this back. I can’t stand the smell of cigarettes…”

He stared at her as she stormed off, having to go around the back so no one saw how bloody he was.

——————

“How did it go?”

Killua and Gon jumped down from the building they’d been on, the former raising an eyebrow at Kurapika’s bloody state.

“… he’s dead, but we got the information we needed.”

(Name) wasn’t even looking at Kurapika, calling them a cab. “Damn, what did you do to piss off (Name)?” Killua asked, ready to extend his claws if Kurapika did anything to hurt her.

“Apparently she doesn’t like the fact that I smoke sometimes.” Kurapika said, rubbing his temple.

“Yeah, probably because she has asthma!” Gon said, smiling up at the blonde. Kurapika blinked.

“She what?”

Killua groaned. “You cannot be serious right now. How many times did she use her inhaler during the exam??”

“.. none?”

The two blinked at him. “Kurapika…” Gon said, putting a hand on his friends shoulder. “We saw her use it several times.”

“Shit, maybe she was hiding it from you. She doesn’t like others knowing about her weakness.”

‘Especially not him.’ Killua finished in his thoughts. ‘She’d never tell him after the shit he said in York New.’

(Name) walked back over. “Our cab will be here soon.”

“Thank you, (Name).” Kurapika said, attempting to stand closer to her. She frowned, stepping back.

“Pika I’m not trying to be mean, but until you get the smell of cigarettes off of you, stay back.”

Kurapika visibly deflated at her words, leaning against the building and pouting. Killua looked at Kurapika and smirked.

“(Name), I missed you!”

He ran forward, burying his face in her shoulder. (Name) laughed, pulling him close. “Aww, Killua, I was only gone for a little!”

She kissed the top of his head, Killua glancing back to stick his tongue out at the blonde.

‘That brat!’

Gon joined the hug, not understanding Killua was only doing it to tease Kurapika. “Killua was real worried about you, mom!”

“Mom?” Kurapika said, laughing. “Not you too.”

Killua sighed. “Gon, you called her mom.”

Gon tilted his head, looking down at (Name). “But (Name) doesn’t mind. Right?”

She laughed, ruffling his hair. “Of course not, you two are my babies after all~” she cooed, kissing both of their foreheads.

Killua felt his cheeks go pink, swatting her affection away. “Not a baby…”

But he couldn’t help feeling happy that she loved him so much, smiling to himself.

Kurapika watched this with a scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest. ‘Could really use another cigarette right now.’

———————

Kurapika pulled on his tabard, throwing his clubbing clothes to the ground. “I’m going to go scout out the location Dracule gave us. I’ll be back by morning.”

(Name) stood in front of him, blocking the door. “Oh no you don’t! It’s the middle of the night, and you’re tired! It doesn’t make sense to go now, especially alone!”

Kurapika raised his hand to push her out of the way, only for the sound of someone clearing their throat to stop him.

Killua stood a few feet away from the two, leaned against the wall. “Kurapika, I would be careful if I were you. Calm down.”

The blonde lowered his hand, eyes narrowing. “… out of my way, (Name).”

“No, you’re staying. End of story.”

She crossed her arms, looking up at him. For a moment, he considered just going ahead and pushing her out of the way, but Killua wouldn’t let that slide. “… fine. We’ll be leaving at dark tomorrow.”

After a shower, Kurapika was the first to go to bed, ignoring the others. (Name) waited until he was asleep to pull the cover over him, sighing as she sat on his bed.

Killua was still feeling upset from earlier, folding his arms over his chest. ‘If I hadn’t stepped in, would he have pushed her? It’s not as bad as when he broke her wrist, but…’

He sighed, plopping down on his and Gon’s shared bed. ‘… I want… I want to believe he’s better, but it seems I’ll have to keep an eye on him.’

(Name) yawned, climbing into her own bed. The room had three beds in total, meaning her and Kurapika got their own place to sleep.

She found herself feeling a bit lonely, turning to face Kurapika. He was only a few feet away from her, she could stand up, walk over, and climb into bed with him.

But she didn’t.

Sleeping in the same bed with him out of necessity was one thing, climbing into bed with him when she had her own was something completely different.

Instead of that, she turned away from him, pulling the blanket up to her chin and cuddling into her pillow.

‘He’s so close, yet so far away. I… I miss him…’

———————

The four sat in their hotel room, bored out of their minds. They couldn’t go forward with their mission until that night, meaning they’d be stuck in the hotel all day long.

“We could play a board game.” Gon suggested, his head in (Name)’s lap. Killua shook his head.

“No, we always fight over games. What’s something else we could do?”

(Name) glanced over at Kurapika, who was still staring at his laptop. He’d been pretty much ignoring the three all day, typing away.

“Hmm…”

She stood up and walked to the small kitchenette, which had a microwave, small fridge, and a few cabinets.

“I have an idea! Let’s make roasted marshmallows!”

The two gave her a confused look. “But (Name)… we can’t start a campfire in the hotel.”

“Yeah, the last time we did that you got mad at us!”

‘Last time??’ Kurapika thought.

“We don’t need a fire to roast marshmallows!” (Name) popped open the bag, pulling one out. “Just need something warm.”

“… you aren’t going to put them in the microwave are you? They’ll explode.” Killua said, raising an eyebrow.

She frowned at him, placing the marshmallows on a paper plate. “I’ve done this a hundred times before! I’ve never had s’mores over a fire.”

“What? Why not?”

(Name) got quiet, turning the microwave on. “I… didn’t have friends growing up, and my parents…”

She cleared her throat, watching the marshmallow head up for a minute before pulling it out. “Let’s just say they weren’t exactly… present. I was fed, clothed, and having a home. That’s it.”

Kurapika wanted to reach out and place a hand on her shoulder, but Killua spoke up. “Wow they sound like they sucked.”

This made her laugh. “Yeah, they did. But now I’ve got a family that loves me.”

She pulled Killua and Gon into her arms. “You two and Leorio are all I need.”

Kurapika sat there awkwardly, holding onto his shirt. When (Name) noticed, she was quick to rephrase. “You too, of course. Sorry, I’m just… not used to you being around.”

‘Ah, I guess that’s my fault, really.’

Kurapika watched as she made marshmallows, the two boys laughing as they munched on them. She seemed happy, explaining the right time to take the marshmallows out.

“Now, you two should not have too many, I don’t want you bouncing off the walls when I’m trying to sleep later.”

The two complained, and she sighed. “Okay, one more. But then it’s time to get ready for mission.”

They cheered, Kurapika getting up from his bed to join them. “… can I have one?”

She turned, giving him a smile. “Sure! Let’s get you one ready.”

Kurapika waited a moment, smiling when she brought him a marshmallow. “Oh, there’s two.”

“Yeah, one’s for me! I’ve been making so many for Gon and Killua, but I haven’t gotten to eat one yet.”

Kurapika picked one up, glancing up at her before taking a bite. “Mmm!”

Memories of nights spent under the stars with Pairo filled his mind, making him smile. ‘This… this is nice. I forgot how nice it is just to… sit and enjoy things.’

It was just a marshmallow, but he felt his entire body relax. If he hadn’t stopped when (Name) asked, he would have missed out on this moment.

‘Maybe… it’s okay to slow down sometimes.’

As he thought this, he glanced over to (Name), about to apologize for his actions last night.

‘Oh fuck.’

(Name) was struggling to eat a marshmallow, the white, gooey mess dribbling down her chin. She scooped the excess up with her fingers, lapping it up before glancing up at him.

“Mmm… isn’t it good, Kurapika? I just love the texture!”

He stared at her, open mouthed for a moment. She was giving him an innocent look, tilting her head. “Kurapika? Your marshmallow is slipping from you- oh it’s on the floor now.”

He didn’t hear a word she was saying. ‘Fuck I’m glad I stayed.’

“I’ll… be right back. I need a shower.”

“But didn’t you shower last n-“

He was already closing the bathroom door behind him, causing Killua and Gon to look up and reveal they’d stolen the bag of marshmallows.

“… it’s empty. Jesus Christ how many did you eat?”

They didn’t respond, they cheeks puffing out.

“…”

She crouched down and grabbed Killua’s cheeks with both hands. “…”

She squeezed his cheeks, causing marshmallows to fall out of his mouth. Next to her, Gon spat out a few marshmallows. “We’re pretending to be chipmunks!”

He gathered up the spit covered marshmallows and shoved them back in his mouth.

“Gon I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that, for both of our sakes.”

Killua slowly swallowed the rest, sighing when he could speak again. “It was Gon’s idea.”

“Uh huh. You two are in big trouble, but not from me. Eating that much sugar will be punishment enough.”

“What do you mean?”

She stood up, walking away.

“MOM WHAT DO YOU MEAN??”

——————

Kurapika sighed, having just come down from his third orgasm. The sight of her covered in marshmallow fluff had really riled him up, making him walk out of the shower with flushed cheek and a satisfied smile.

He dressed quickly, throwing a towel around his shoulders and walking out. Kurapika walked out, now in a pair of sweatpants and tank top. He thought about snatching (Name)’s hoodie that was hung up nearby, but stopped himself. ‘No, I can’t. Killua would never let me hear the end of it.’

“Kurapika, you’re just in time! We’re almost ready to go!”

The other three were wearing black clothing, (Name) giving him a smile before blinking. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

“… yes.”

“But-“

“It’s comfortable.”

No one argued, not wanting to piss him off before the mission. While it was true the outfit was comfortable, that wasn’t the real reason. He was still feeling a bit… aroused by the earlier events, and wouldn’t be able to hide when he popped a boner in the skin tight black pants he brought with him.

“Let’s get your hair dried, then we’ll go.”

Kurapika sat in front of her, sighing in contentment as she dried his hair. Killua and Gon left to wait for their cab outside, leaving the two alone.

“(Name), about last night…”

She paused, looking down at him. “… what about it?”

He took a deep breath, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry for… being… irritable. You weren’t wrong to stop me.”

She was quiet, her movements pausing. “… apology accepted.”

Her heart thumped at her chest, a small spark of hope lighting up in her heart. ‘Maybe he’s back to being the Pika I knew.’

The moment was interrupted by Killua and Gon walking in. “Cabs here!”

———————

The took the cab out to the town the mansion of Dracule was located, walking the rest of the way by foot. Killua and Gon were racing each other down the road, leaving the two alone once again.

“So, Kurapika… what are your plans after this mission? Have you decided what you’re going to do yet?”

Kurapika stopped in his tracks, looking away from her. That was a question he’d asked himself several times through the past week as they prepared for this mission.

On one hand, he wanted to leave. This was the second time he’d put her in harms way for his own gain. The whole reason he’d left was for her protection, and he was going against that now. If he was just going to come back into her life anyways, he’d hurt her like that for no reason.

On the other hand…

His heart began to thump against his chest when he looked at her. The moon shone down on her, lighting up her pretty features. It was hard to think of anything else other than how much he wanted her in this moment.

‘I’m so fucking selfish.’

Kurapika cleared his throat, continuing to walk. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“I see…”

She continued walking, glancing at him as he stayed by her side. “I would… like if you stayed with me.”

His eyes widened, a light pink lighting up his cheeks. “… you would?”

“Yeah. I… really missed you when you were gone.”

Her admission had his heart pounding, and he had to look away from her so she couldn’t see how red his face had gotten. ‘She… missed me? Even after everything I did? Maybe… maybe…’

Kurapika glanced back at her, eyes softening. ‘Maybe… it’s not too late. Would it be so bad if I stayed?’

Killua and Gon came sprinting back. “The mansion is only a few yards up ahead. Gon and I surveyed the perimeter, and there seems to be no guards in sight. We even found a way in.”

(Name) laughed. “Great job, you two! Let’s get going!”

——————

Kurapika helped (Name) in through a window, his hand lingering around her waist for a moment before he pulled away.

“If his directions are right, the safe should be down this hall and to the right. Gon, you two keep watch. Killua, you go and get his computer from his room. (Name), you’re coming with me.”

He grabbed her hand and began to walk down the hall. The walls were decorated with portraits of Dracule and his family, (Name) frowning. ‘He has such a beautiful family, and gave it all up to hook up with random women.’

She rubbed her arm, shivering slightly at the memory of his touch. Dracule had been rough, tasting like whiskey and cigarettes.

At that moment, she remembered her kiss shared with Kurapika in the alley. He’d been gentle, careful to not hurt her when he pinned her against the wall. Although he was a bit awkward, he was nowhere near a bad kisser, making her melt under his touch.

‘I wanna… kiss him again…’

“(Name)? (Name) do you have the combination?”

She was pulled out of her thoughts by Kurapika’s words. He was whispering into her ear, breath tickling her neck. She shivered again, but for a different reason this time.

“Yes, it should be right here…”

She reached for her purse, only to come up empty. “My purse… I left it, shit!”

Kurapika covered her mouth. “Fuck. What are we going to do? Damn it.”

He let her go, not wanting her to see how angry he was. As he cursed, (Name) stood and approached the safe, holding her hand over it. “Kurapika, I’ll have to release Zetsu for this. If there are any skilled nen users nearby, they may be able to sense me.”

“What are you-“

The safe began to rust, Kurapika’s eyes widening as it began to deteriorate in front of them. “Shit, it’s hard to focus on just the safe…”

Sweat dripped down her brow, the girl collapsing when it disintegrated into dust. Kurapika rushed forward, kneeling down to check on her before glancing up.

The scarlet eyes stood before him, several pairs looking at him. “(Name)… you…”

He was astonished. In just seconds, she’d completely disintegrated an entire safe. “Sped up… it’s time…”

She stood on wobbly legs, giving him a tired smile. “That was-“

“So this is what I was sensing.”

The two looked back to see a woman staring them down from behind them. She was a good 10 feet away, her long blonde hair framing her pretty face.

‘That’s the woman from the portraits!’ (Name) thought, eyes wide.

“Mrs. Midnight.”

Kurapika stood up, summoning his chains. “So that’s why there are no guards, you’re a nen user yourself.”

The woman sighed, crossing her arms. “Why are you what and what do you want? My husband isn’t here, if that’s what you’re looking for. He’s barely ever here anymore.”

Upon closer inspection, (Name) could see dark circles under her eyes, her hair a mess, and she seems… exhausted. And if she wasn’t imagining things, the hints of bruises shaped like fingers peeled out of her turtleneck.

Kurapika seemed ready to attack, standing in front of (Name) protectively. “Kurapika, remember she has children!” she said in a hushed voice. The blonde frowned.

“So did Victor.”

The woman summoned a staff, twirling it expertly.

(Name) struggled to think of a solution that would allow them all to leave the situation unharmed.

“Your husband is dead!” (Name) blurted our, causing her friend to pause.

Kurapika blinked, looking back to his friend in shock. “(Name)!”

The woman stared at (Name), her expression unreadable. “He wasn’t a good man, and was cheating on you! And from I can see… he wasn’t a good man to you either. You deserve better!”

Kurapika stared wide eyed at (Name). ‘Oh my god, she’s an idiot we’re going t-‘

“Thank god.”

‘WHAT?’

The woman relaxed, tugging at her turtleneck as her staff disappeared. “I suspected as much, but couldn’t do anything. He threatened to hurt the children, I…”

She held herself, (Name) moving past Kurapika too walk towards her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to tell us anything more. He’s gone now, you don’t have to be scared anymore.”

(Name) gave her a smile, before getting serious. “We came here to take these eyes back. A… friend of ours is the only surviving member of the clan they were stolen from.”

The woman nodded, sighing. “Please, feel free to take them. My husbands- well, ex husbands hobby never sat well with me, but I was powerless to stop him.”

Kurapika held onto the front of his tank top looking down. Once again, he had been about to act rashly without thinking of the consequences. He’d just assumed that the woman was in on it, and had been seconds away from killing her.

“Momma!”

Two children ran out of the darkness, clinging to the woman’s legs. She gasped, kneeling down to shield them. “I told you to stay in your rooms!”

“But we didn’t want you to fight them alone momma!”

The older of the two, a girl with twin braids held a toe sword in her hand, whacking (Name) over the head with it. “Don’t you hurt my momma!”

“Ouch, hey! I’m not gonna-“

Kurapika caught the sword, crushing it in his hand. “That’s enough.”

The kid squeaked, running to hide behind her mothers legs. The woman stared at Kurapika, shielding her children.

“… we got what we wanted. Let’s go, (Name).”

She nodded, beginning to walk away. Before getting completely out of view, she turned around.

“I hope you start loving your life for yourself!! You’re gorgeous!!”

With that, the two left, Kurapika raising an eyebrow at her. “What was that for? We were already leaving, there was no need fo-“

“Girls support girls.”

‘Ah, that again.’

He thought back, frowning. ‘If I killed her… her children would have seen it all.’

Before he could spiral into self hate for this, (Name) grabbed his hand. “We got so many pairs today, Kurapika! I bet these kiddos are happy you found them!”

She held onto the two glass cases gently, beginning to hum a lullaby. “(Name)…”

“It’s time for them to rest. I hope… if I hum them a lullaby, it will help them find their way home.”

His heart thumped against his chest wildly as she continued, biting his bottom lip.

‘I.. think I love her.’

Gon jumped when the two arrived at the window, Killua poking his head into the mansion to complain about them being late.

“Ugh, you two took forever, it’s been a whole hour.”

(Name) laughed, handing Killua one of the cases. “We got a little tied up.”

The walk home was quiet, the weight of the eyes in their arms heavy.

———————

Leorio tapped his foot, waiting at the train station. The four had finished their mission two days ago, leaving the next morning.

“Leorio!”

His scowl turned into a smile at the sound of (Name)’s voice, opening his arms so she could jump into his arms. “Hey there, sunshine. Miss me?”

“So much!”

She kissed his cheek, cooing as she nuzzled her cheek against his. “Thank you so much for watching Meatloaf, my sweet guy.”

His face was turning red, laughing lowly. “Anything for you, sunshine.”

She giggled, holding a hand to her cheek. “So, how is she? Did she have her babies?”

Leorio’s smile faded, (Name) feeling her heart drop. “About that…” he trailed off when he saw the boys walking over, Kurapika giving him a jealous look.

“She’s at the vet right now.”

They dropped Killua and Gon off at the house before he drove the other adults to the vet. “She went into labor last night, and was having trouble so I brought her to the vet as soon as I could. I haven’t been able to get any updates because I left early to pick you all up.”

(Name) bit her lip, looking out the window. Kurapika noticed this, holding onto her hand. “I’m sure it-she’s okay, (Name).

She squeezed his hand back, nodding slowly. “Yeah… yeah I hope so.”

The three arrived at the vet, (Name) being brought to a room to see meatloaf.

“She’s okay, just tired. The kittens, however…”

(Name) peeked into the kennel, tears beading at her eyes. There was only one kitten in the kennel, a weak looking orange tabby.

“Only one survived, and we’re not sure this one will make it. It seems due to her being malnourished, the kittens didn’t develop enough to live outside her body. He’s the only one that had fully functional organs.”

(Name) nodded slowly, reaching into the kennel and placing her hand over the kitten. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay…”

She activated her nen, speeding up the recovery time of both Meatloaf and the kitten.

“What’s next? How long will they need to stay here?”

The vet sighed, looking at the clipboard in her hands. “I’d say at least a week. Meatloaf is still malnourished, but has shown a lot of improvement over the past week since she’s been here. Regardless, we’d like to keep her and the kitten here for observation.”

(Name) nodded, pulling her hand away. “I understand.”

Kurapika looked up when (Name) walked out, quick to rush over. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah… yeah she’s fine. Only…”

She began tearing up, her lip quivering. “Only one of the kittens survived.”

“Oh, (Name).”

Kurapika pulled her into a hug, eyes softening as she sobbed into his shirt. He hated seeing her cry, especially when it was over something like this.

Leorio joined their hug before guiding (Name) to the car. “Let’s get home, sunshine.”

——————

(Name) broke the news to the other two, still struggling to speak without crying. Killua hugged her. “It’s not your fault, mom. She was already not in the best shape. If… if I had caught her sooner…”

(Name) pulled away, shaking her head. “No, no don’t talk like that baby. You did your very best, and if you hadn’t told me where she was, she might have given birth alone and that baby would have died too.”

Killua nodded, burying his face in his shoulder. “… I… I don’t want them to die.”

She held him close. “I know, I know… that’s life, baby. It happens sometimes.”

Gon seemed to be taking it better, used to seeing animals die. (Name) was right, and Gon knew that better than anyone. Everyone died eventually, and he was just happy that Meatloaf and the kitten were okay.

They spent the day together, Killua sticking by (Name)’s side as they settled back in.

———————

A day later, Kurapika climbed up the stairs, stopping a few times to question if what he was doing was the right thing to do.

‘This… this is what I need to do for now. I can always change my mind later.’

He knocked on (Name)’s door, waiting a moment before the door creaked open, the girl peeking out. “Oh, hey Pika. Need something?”

The nickname had his heart racing already, the blonde having to calm himself down. “Yes, I do actually. Can I…”

She blinked. “Oh, yes, come in!”

She opened the door wider, allowing him to walk in. Kurapika sat down on her bed, gesturing for her to sit with him.

“I… wanted to talk to you about something. It’s important, so listen carefully, okay?”

“…okay.”

He took a deep breath, glancing at her before beginning. “I… wanted to ask if… you would consider coming on missions with me more often. Your ability is very useful, and…”

‘You help me keep a level head.’

He didn’t say this though, leaving the sentence unfinished. (Name)’s face began to light up, her eyes widening. “Does that mean… you’ll be staying here?”

He nodded slowly, a blush forming on his cheeks when she laughed, grabbing his hands. “Really? You’re here to stay?”

“Yes, I am.”

She hugged him then, face burying itself in her chest as she laughed, her aura surrounding him.

He could feel how happy she was, but could only scowl.

‘I hope… I hope I don’t have to hurt her again. I just want to…’

He hugged her back, burying his face in her hair.

‘I want to be with her. So much.’

But the truth of the situation lingered in the back of his mind.

In reality, he was using her to avenge his clan, putting the woman he loved in danger for his own gain.

Was it so bad, though, when she was so happy to help him? He inhaled her scent, letting himself melt into her embrace.

‘This… is nice…’

Even if she was only helping Kurapika to keep him from leaving her behind, he couldn’t feel very loved in that moment.

———————

Killua laughed, rushing into the living room. “Guys!”

(Name) looked up, Kurapika mumbling in his sleep. She’d been leaning against his shoulder. Over the past two days, she’d grown a bit more comfortable being by his side. It wasn’t much, but it was progress.

Gon and Leorio were playing Mario cart next to them, pausing their game.

The blonde rubbed his eyes as Killua stepped into view, holding up a piece of paper.

“I won!”

They all looked at him confused. “Won what?” (Name) asked, tilting her head. Killua sighed.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you. I entered into a raffle right before we left for some tickets to a hot spring and won.”

(Name) gasped, jumping up. “Really?? How many tickets?”

“Five!”

She giggled, pulling him into s hug. “Oh, how exciting! I’ve never been to a hot spring before!”

Kurapika perked up, finally awake. “That sounds nice. I heard they have healing properties and-“

“Who said you were going?”

Kurapika narrowed his eyes at the white haired boy. “But you have five tickets.”

“Yeah, but-“

(Name) flicked his forehead. “Killua, be nice. Of course you’re coming Kurapika. It’ll be a nice change of pace!”

Leorio took the tickets as Killua grumbled. “Hey… the hot spring is at least a day away. We only get to stay on night. Oh!”

Leorio snapped his fingers, grinning. “Why don’t we have a little road trip? It would be a waste to drive there and drive back the next day. Instead, we should take a few days and travel around the area. I know there’s a big amusement park only a few hours past this hot spring.”

(Name) nodded. “That sounds like a plan! Oh, I’m so glad you’re here Gon! That means you can come with us.”

He grinned, leaning his head against Killua’s shoulder. “Yeah, this will be fun!”

The white haired boy blushed, pushing Gon away. “Yeah, yeah.”

‘A road trip… more time to spend with (Name).’

Kurapika watched with soft eyes as (Name) scurried around the house to get ready for their trip.

‘What could go wrong?’

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Archetropy and Personal Choice

I had heard the word "archetrope" around the alterhuman community before the OtherCon (the biggest convention for alterhumans) 2023. Although in vague terms, I had heard of it. I sort of got the vibe from the word, so I never felt the need to look into it. A vague sort of, "Identifying with an archetype, or a trope from media," vibe. What came to mind for me was tropes like the knight, the prince, the rogue. Classic roles. The stuff you'd see on tarot cards or such. The alterhuman community is known to look down on "newer" sources of identity, after all (see the long-standing hesitancy to accept fictionkin).

So, when I joined the panel being hosted by someone named Vyt (who can be found on tumblr, as @thelightfluxtastic) all about archetropy, I thought I knew what to expect.

Vyt described their archetype as "the right-hand man".

Well, Vyt mostly talked about "the paladin" as their main tropetype. But that was the sort of archetype I expected. "The right-hand man" may not be considered a "modern" archetype, but the specific phrase of "right-hand man" for it feels rather new in comparison to how I viewed archetropy before.

My mom was a pastor.

She was in charge of a very large building, which acted as a place for church services on Sundays, and as a kindergarten during the day. I remember watching my mom being up on the church's stage. I didn't learn until I was an adult that she actually had stage fright. I remember stalling whenever I went to the principal's office, because, of course I went to my mom's school for kindergarten. And going to the principal's office when your mom is the principal is certainly… a time, of sorts.

I was a good little Christian kid, though. I was a trouble child due to my undiagnosed autism making me seem "rude" to everyone around me, but I followed what my parents taught me to believe. One could hardly say I was doing so on purpose, though. I didn't even know there was any other option, after all.

Vyt went on to define archetropy as looking at an archetype or trope or such, and saying either, "I am that," "That's want I want to be," or both. Though Vyt also makes a point to say that "archetropy", as a term, was coined specifically to be both linguistically flexible and very broad in definition. It can be involuntary, voluntary, intrinsic, extrinsic, 'identify-as', 'identify-with'…

Vyt also discussed connections to kintypes for archetropal reasons. For example, being dragonkin because one identifies with how the trope of dragons are shown in media.

I can trace multiple kintypes of mine straight down to the same root. This Christian upbringing of mine. Surrounded by it. Suffocated by it.

My mom would often work late, so, as she locked herself in her office, I would be left alone in this huge building. I often stayed in the auditorium during those times. I didn't like the big, open area, so I'd often hunker down in one of the two more closed-off areas. Those two areas were surrounded by walls, but were very small and had no doors, thus, considered a part of the auditorium. One was decorated in green and black. It had beanbags, a step to sit on, and a chalkboard that covered the entirety of one of the walls. The other was pink. It had two chairs and a whiteboard. Covered with sparkly materials, it was hard to leave without some of it sticking to you.

I hated the pink room. Specifically, I hated the texture of everything. Almost everything had this god-awful fuzzy texture that was almost feather-like. The chairs, the rug, the walls. Even the pens there had a grip made of this texture. I couldn't stand it.

But every time the church children my age were there, the boys would go to the green area, and the girls to the pink. The teachers and other officials would call them "the girl room" and "the boy room". The boys and girls would often have one person standing guard near, or in, the door, just to make sure nobody of the opposite gender even got close to their room.

Even when I was alone, in that huge auditorium, I couldn't bear to enter the boy's room. It was wrong. But the first time I did, and I layed down on the beanbag, I exclaimed to my little brother, "It's no fair that you guys get these!" I was so much more comfortable there.

But, still, I rarely came in, even after the barrier was breached. I stayed away on purpose. I made my brother promise to not tell anyone I was there.

I was supposed to be a good girl. Never mind my intersex condition – a good GIRL. One who likes pink, who likes my church dress, and who likes the fuzzy, feathery textures with a smile, for the sake of how others see her. For the sake of fulfilling my God-given role.

As Vyt talked more and more about archetropy, it became clearer to me that modern tropes and archetypes were absolutely included. "The mad scientist" was named as an example. TV Tropes was named as a place to find a list of tropes and archetypes in media.

The TV Tropes page for "The Pastor's Queer Kid", describes the trope like this: "[The pastor's] kids seem to be every bit as perfect as they are, and have the perfect relationship with them. Well, except for one. You see, this one has a secret they're not sure about admitting to their parent. The secret being… Well, this kid isn't heterosexual (and/or cisgender, etc., as the case may be)."

I remember finding the page for this trope and lighting up. Scrolling right down to the "media" section, to see if there were any pieces of media with this trope that I would be interested in. Seeing one of my already-present kintypes there and giggling a little bit to myself. Oh, I'm so predictable! Of course I'd already have a character like this as a kintype.

I realized I was queer very young. Too naive to think better of it, I came out to my parents too soon. Not even a teenager yet, I had to comfort my mother as she cried over me being queer. One of the biggest God-fearers around, I was struck silent when my mom expressed that she feared me going to Hell, and her going to Heaven.

She phrased it as, "What will I do without my child in Heaven? You have scared me so much. I have given you a role to fulfill, and you have failed. Now, I must watch the one I love be punished."

She told her child that they would go to Hell, and be separated from everyone they love for eternity. Poor her.

(Pay no attention to the child, parentified and afraid. Do not look at the way its breath hitches when she says this. The look of disbelief on its face. She really thinks I'm going to Hell…?)

(Look at her, now. She is the victim. This is her spotlight.)

It took me years of purposeful work to undo the toxic mentality that I was taught. About purity, about martyrdom, about the flames of Hell licking every queer's feet. And I still get nightmares sometimes, but I'm proud of how far I've come. When I feel a surge of queer joy, when I see a queer person's smile, when I experience gender euphoria, I know this is it. This is what I've been fighting for. And I know that it's worth it.

I searched TV Tropes for other tropes that fit me, halfheartedly picking up a few more. I wanted an excuse to list "my tropes" on my website's 'about' page, just to add "The Pastor's Queer Kid" on it. I didn't care about the other ones I listed – I just wanted them to be there so I could feel like I had a reason to put that one in particular.

When the archetrope panel was coming to a close, and taking questions, I typed into the chat, "If people are certain archetypes or tropes in real life, would someone like that be able to identify as an archetype? Even if they technically just are it?"

I am my mom's child. I am queer. I struggled against the religion I was suffocated by, and came out the other side damaged, but alive. I try to let people know the sort of harm this upbringing can cause. I am purposefully open about this aspect of myself.

Vyt answered my question. "My default answer is gonna be, ‘Sure.' Like… I think there's something powerful in embracing something, on purpose."

On purpose, I am The Pastor's Queer Kid.

#apologies for the tag vyt! just wanted to make sure folks could know where to find you.#archetrope #archetropy #fictionkind #alterhuman #alterhumanity #alterhuman essay #essay #📋 i'd show you my halo if only i knew where i had put it #homophobia tw #religious trauma tw #transphobia tw

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amloveabledeathmo · 2 months

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A Stranger Things Steve Harrington Eddie Munson fic summary for an idea I will probably never have the energy to write.

So to start off it's a few years down the line and Eddie is touring with Corroded Coffin and Robin is getting a degree in something cool and Steve has dabbled with college but didn't really find it to be to his liking. He thinks about what makes him happy and it's of course Eddie and Robbin and the kids. Since his parents are the ones with money he decides to talk to them about his big idea. He wants to buy Hawkins high school (idk why it's not being used, maybe they built a new one) that he went to and convert it into a large house where he can become a full time foster parent.

Surprisingly his parents are more than happy to bankroll this project since they have been looking for ways to help the family name with volunteer work but neither of them were interested so this way they can say they are helping children in need and that their son gave up everything to be the best foster parent he could.

Steve is excited and tells Eddie and Robin. Eddie is on tour so can't do much but Robin starts helping all the time. Her and Steve pick out rooms for themselves and then design every classroom into a bedroom complete with walk in closet and bathroom. Each room has a queen bed, a desk with a good chair, beanbags. They figure it's best to keep things simple where the kids can easily decorate the rooms to their liking.

Robin gets given four tomato starts out of a red wagon on her way home one day which starts her on a gardening adventure. They are able to plan out an amazing garden and playground.

Steve's parents are in town and decide to take Steve to the mall to shop for some bedding/accessories for the house (and get photos for their bragging networking).

Eddie finds out about the mall plans from Steve and drives straight to the mall to meet him at the food court. He's just off a tour but wanted to see Steve who is so excited that Eddie put him above sleep. When Steve sees his parents he asks if Eddie wants to hang out with them but Eddie is way to tired so declines. They both stand up and give each other a good hug, arms wrapped around the other with their noses tucked into the others neck. Eddie leaves.

When Steve is shopping with his parents they start asking about his friend. Steve doesn't really elaborate too much as he is occupied on picking the best most fun things out he can.

His parents ask him to dinner the next night and tell him they wouldn't mind if he wanted to bring someone else. Steve is oblivious. At dinner his parents ask increasingly less subtle questions before finally just asking why Steve had never told them or introduced them to his girlfriend. Steve gets defensive about Robin and they're like no we know she's gay, your girlfriend from the mall.

Steve is flabbergasted. His dad starts asking if it's because his girlfriend dresses too alternative or looks too masculine and thought that they wouldn't approve. Steve doesn't know how to explain.

He ends up telling Eddie all about it and Eddie agrees to a harebrained scheme of playing Steve's girlfriend. Shenanigans ensue, including two oh shit I'm attracted to my male best friend crisis's. They end up kissing somehow, Steve confesses that Eddie is a guy not a girl and his parents are like yay now our selfless son is also gay which gives us another in to certain society members and events.

Eddie and Steve foster many kids, and adopt some. Eddie gets to be a famous rock star and Robin lives at the house with them and her eventual partner so the kids end up with four parents. All around a good time.

@steddiehyperfixation I had this idea and was hoping you'd have thoughts on it lol.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve/eddie

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honey-minded-hivemind · 8 months

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For this au, I have thought over a few different scenarios, explored alternate plots and characters, I've even had dreams that inspired it! All this to say, welcome, to the Marvel platonic yandere 🐝Bee!AU! I have another name in mind, but it is in the works. I'm thinking of calling it the 🐝BeeBrood🍯AU!

I have inspiration from a dream or two I've had, as well as the Brood species from Marvel comics, and the 2019 Marvel Resurrection comics. Now, this au is mostly soft, sweet, and fluffy... but, there will be moments of platonic yandere-ness. That's a given. You can imagine any Marvel platonic yans you want, heroes or villains alike, but if I write a scenario, it may be vague, or I may use a specific group and/or characters. All said, let's buzz by the basics for this 🐝BeeBrood🍯AU!

This is set in a world/universe where everyone was still a hero/villain as usual, buuut... a new species seems to be running rampant through the galaxy. Some new species, spreading fast and with no signs of stopping. The heroes and villains alike (plus the reader/bby) are on Eartg when they strike... The species is odd, but they share similarities to the Brood, such as using spores and other methods to convert most of the populace into drone-like beings, loyal and obedient to the Hive, while the species notices just how powerful, how mighty, how astonishing the heroes and villains are... and they decide they need these beings in their collective, they could benefit from these magnificent specimens, so wise and creative and unique, who have defeated countless threats in the universe! So, they capture who they can, dragging them deep into the bowels of their Hive-like ship/transport, where they can... prepare... their newest members...

The reader is the last one standing, pretty much hiding who they can away from the bee-like aliens, fighting back where they can, and running for their life when they can't. The reader grows more tired and exhausted as each day passes, growing weaker every passing hour. They can't keep it up for much longer... And they eventually are caught, and forcefully taken back to the Hive...

Once there, they try to escape, only to be taken to a warm, honey-comb like room, in shades of honey orange and gold, which fills with a soft yellow pollen, which when breathed in, relaxes the reader to the point of passing out... When they wake up, they find they are in a large, plush room, filled with a vast, nest-like bed and beanbag-esque chairs and lounges, pillows scattered around, and curtains draped around the room... and the bby soon notices their friends (heroes and/or villains) are there...

Turns out, they've been made the rulers of the Hive, putting them in charge of the workers and drones, and having every resource of the Hive at their hands... the bby tries to get up from the plush bed, but falls back down, feeling tired and dazed... The room is filled with a smoky haze, smelling sweet and spiced. It keeps them all feeling calm and relaxed, to ensure they feel no need to leave or to fear.

Their captors/new subjects have special honey for them to consume, to help their growth in power and control over the Hive collective... but it adds a few traits of the species, as time goes on... and a thirst for more to join their Hive... and since the bby is so young, and keeps trying to escape, their fellow rulers have to help them relax... and if their bby needs to relax in a room specially designed for younger rulers, filled with the sweet, thick incense and with a special pod/cell to rest in that helps the process along, then that is okay. Their platonic yandere/s will be there to hug them, to comfort them, and nothing will stop them from helping their bby see the light, to enjoy their new abilities and power, and to be loved and adored...

After all, they are the Queen/King/Monarch Bees, and their word is the Hive's command...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #platonic yandere x reader #yandere platonic marvel #yandere x-men #platonic yandere avengers #platonic yandere #🐝Bee!AU #🐝BeeBrood🍯AU #platonic yandere xmen

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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can i request again? :'))

If you're free can you do the bonten men reacting to their boyfriend wearing their hoodie looking all cute while sleeping? ( With nothing underneath;) ) I want to see how they would react lol

So I'm assuming you mean like the separate members lol

And sure dude you can request as much as you want, it's encouraged here lol

Warning: kind of nsfw

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MIKEY

Mikey was exhausted as he came home early in the morning, having spent the night dealing with Bonten and just wanting to pass out.

Walking into the bedroom he scanned the darkness till he saw a leg on the bed and trailed up to see (name) his sweet husband snuggling the pillow, blanket abandoned while in Mikey's hoodie and judging from the lack of boxers peeking out (name) was only wearing that hoodie.

Mikey stared at the other unapologetically, he was tempted to wake (name) by doing...activities but he had yet to sleep so he just pulled the blanket gently from (name) and slotted himself in there instead, looking at his adorable husband who snuggled into him more.

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SANZU

Sanzu knew he was late.

And for once?

He felt bad.

Specifically because this was a date night with (name), the two being less than social people and Sanzu being as lovable and sweet as a cactus, date nights usually were a very private affair.

They hadn't had a date in a minute and Sanzu knew (name) was excited but he has gotten caught up with a poker game with Bonten, he knew (name) would be upset.

Walking into the luxury penthouse he saw the rose petals and blown out candles and walked to the livingroom where there were two cakes set out and a bottle of champagne and (name) snuggled into the couch wearing nothing but one of Sanzus sweaters, leg bent up a bit to give Sanzu the show of the other wearing his sweater he was naked.

Sanzu sighed and lifted (name) up into his arms and brought him into the room and layed him down on the bed before snapping a few photos.

He wasn't outwardly expressive with his affection but he did care about his adorable lover

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KAKUCHO

"You know not to wait up for me, you're awful at staying up at night" kakucho teased his sleeping lover who looked so peaceful before lifting him up.

The scarred man smiled when (name) shivered as his entire bottom was exposed "your fault for sleeping like this darling"

Situating (name) into bed, kakucho got himself ready as well and taking a shower.

"Kaku...?"

That's what he heard when he came back, the sweetest sound ever "yeah baby it's me, go back to bed"

"Ok..."

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TAKEOMI

Homies back gave out trying to carry you to bed

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MOCHI

Mochi knew (name) could be a little lazy and often wore comfy clothes so when he came home to see (name) passed out on the large beanbag chair in nothing but mochis hoodie he was visibily empassive.

Internally though? He was loosing it in a good way.

His super cute and hot boyfriend was naked in only Mochis hoodie and out cold and then Mochi thought about the fact that if (name) was naked then that meant everything was touching the sweater.

And at that moment Mochi decided to A) buy more sweaters that were soft and comfy for (name) to steal and b) to go take a really cold shower.

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KOKO

He had been staring for half an hour, the others wonderful legs on display as he snuggled into one of kokos soft fuzzy hoodies and at this moment Koko was thankful that (name) hated wearing pants to sleep because he got little slip of (name)s ass and... Other things.

He could die happy just staring at (name) honestly.

"Koko...?"

"Shhh go back to bed baby, don't worry"

And with that Koko took a nice butt pic and went about his day.

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RAN

Ran was a pervert.

He was unapologetic about it too.

Seeing (name) sleeping on his stomach in Rans hoodie?

He couldn't help himself when he bit his boyfriends ass playfully.

"RAN!" (name) screeched out as he jolted up, Ran looking unashamed in himself while groping the other "what? You're laying here all defenceless!" He said smoothly "so cute and sweet"

"Makes me want to r u i n it"

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RINDŌ

He didn't know what to do.

There (name) was, laying on his bed in his sweater looking fine as hell and he just blue screened at the sight.

He stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do.

Being the sadistic bastard he was he decided to wake (name) the only way he could.

By smacking his ass.

He wasn't expecting a moan.

"Well...good morning"

"Rindō... You asshole"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

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wishing-stones · 8 months

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now i'm curious: how about the star sans bitties? how would the stars feel about bitties of themselves? (and.. how would dream and nightmare react to eachothers bitties? just if you're up to answering this part, if not that's fine :DD)

Ink's bitty is named Smudge, and he loves the tiny version of him. They're chaotic together, feed off one another's energy and excitement, and then both throw-up ink. Goes about how you'd think it would.

Dream has Wist, and they get along pretty well. Wist mother hens Dream into taking care of himself, so it's like having a mini self-care reminder everywhere he goes. Dream takes very good care of his bitty, as he would anyone else he's especially close to.

Blue has Bubble, and they make a wonderful team. Bubble encourages Blue in his training and everything else, and Blue cheers Bubble on for whatever he's doing, too! They, similar to Ink and Smudge, create an energy feedback loop.

(Not mentioned, but reminded of: Error has Blip, and they can't stand each other. Error will try to pawn him off onto other people, but every time he does... Blip somehow finds his way back into the anti-void and kicks him off the beanbag chair. Yes. The entire full-sized beanbag chair. Even after getting him his own smaller one, he still gets kicked out. Blip bites until he gets his way, and can, as his name implies, blip out of any strings Error uses. Large dog gets kicked out of his bed by tiny cat.)

Wist and Dread would get along fine, shockingly. They have none of the history that their larger counterparts have, and they bond easily. Wist is happy to let Dread be top dog, so there isn't a power struggle, and Wist makes sure he takes care of his brother.

Dread, however, would bite Dream the first chance he got because there's no way Dream didn't coo over him, and how dare he be cooed over like some... fuzzy kitten or equally cute small animal. He may be small, but he commands respect, and you will respect him as if he were as large as Nightmare, thank you very much.

...Perhaps unsurprisingly, Nightmare would take great pleasure in tormenting little Wist. It's nothing serious, but his brother's bitty is absolutely terrarium-bound and gets teased a lot. It's not constant, though, and Nightmare's pretty good about delivering scritches if he's either being a good sport, or too wound up. It's a little easier to be less guarded around a much smaller version of his brother who shares no history with him.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. star sanses #feat. dream and nightmare #feat. error #and their bitties

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mewtwoevolution · 6 months

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Rue picked a daisy. Lost in her thoughts she missed what Runty had said and looked over with a short, “Huh?”

“Are you okay?” Runty asked again, “You haven’t really been paying attention at all today…” she was on the path her chair could roll through, watching Rue gather daisies. The human watching them a couple yards back.

She hesitated. That image flashing in her mind again of the mass of muscle being brought out of the tank and cut upon to that tiny face, “I… Has… Has no one told you what happened last night?”

Runty frowns a bit confused, “I was in the labs last night. They’re looking at why my hips hurt so much. I’m hoping it’ll get me a better coushion… so no, I don’t know…”

“…” Rue looked away to the flowers in her hands, “You uh… you’re an aunt. Maybe… or at least you were for a bit.”

The blue mewtwo blinked at her. She blinked again and rubbed her eye divot a bit as it ached again…

“Runty?” She asked the other cautiously, “I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have gone snooping.”

She shook her head, “Stop. Stop… it… It’s okay. I just…” she looked up from the rubbing to reveal she wasn’t just the ache it was to wipe tears, “Is he still okay? Did he make it?“

“Oh, oh yes One is okay. They were already talking about him stable before I went back to the room,” Rue assured her.

Runty nodded, “…so… my big brother had a baby? How?”

“…they had to cut it out…” Rue shivered at the memory.

“No, no I mean how could that even be possible? We’ve always been called infurtile. Cause mom is, cause we were cloned from parts of her and she is…”

“Oh… I had no idea…” Rue didn’t know what to say other than that before looking at Runty surprised as the crying mewtwo started to laugh.

Runty stopped even wiping her eye, “A baby. My brother had a baby… it wasn’t a terrifying tumor it was just a little baby… C-can you believe I wished it would go away? I wonder if he did the same… Sage always would say she could talk to him. I never could so I haven’t in decades…”

Rue stepped over to kneel down and put a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t dare say something just yet.

“E-even if it didn’t make it… even if it was too weak. I-I can’t believe it. He had a baby. But there hasn’t been flowers, Mom said they only can grow when a mew wanted a baby and could have one… but, they haven’t been around… but there had to be one right?” She sniffed and smiled as it was dawning on her through the overflowing emotions, “I think Sage brought him his flower…”

Rue thought a moment, “… let’s go visit him…”

Runty wiped her eyes and nodded, “Y-yeah. Okay… bring the daisies please?”

Rue nodded and they started back for the building…

•••

The room was mostly empty as they had managed to time it for the lunch break. Only Tyler was there talking to the mew on the screen but paid them no mind.

Runty stopped in the doorway, her eyes fixated on the loud black stitches on the soft green and how odd the yellow tint was to the liquids of the tank, “…He’s okay… but where…?”

Rue spotted it first and pointed out the counter, an egg incubator was humming away. A tiny green ball was inside.

Runty hesitated looking over but with a supportive hand on her shoulder she dared to get her chair closer…

The usual energy that’d suspend an egg so it wouldn’t get bumped had the tiny thing floating a few inches from the bottom. The tank as a whole swallowed it just how large the tank was and how small it was.

Runty reached up a hand to touch the glass, closing her eye and looking at it…. Just the smallest winking of that white outline and a soft shifting color inside it… it was so weak. But it was there, “Hey little nibbling… I-it’s your aunt…”

Rue watched a moment before something came to mind and she slipped out while Runty was enamored with the baby…

She looked at the beanbag chair and picked up the simple teddy ursa toy. It had helped her that first night and been such a nice soft thing to hug besides the fuzzy pillow she loved. One last tight hug. She was sure Annie wouldn’t mind but even if she did there was a little baby that was no bigger than her thumb bulb that needed a friend even more.

“Hey Runty, can I scoot by?”

The little mewtwo looked up and smiled before wiping her eye again, “It’s such a fighter. Every time the colors try to get really small they push them right back… it’s… it’s really amazing… scared me…” she pulled her chair back a bit, “Is that a toy from Annie’s room?”

“Yeah, I think they need the company from it more right now,” Rue offered, she looked at the teeny thing. She could see what Runty mentioned, it matched with its struggle to figure out breathing. It really was way too tiny, but it was figuring it out. She had hope they would figure it out completely, “Here you go little one. It helped me sleep, now it can help you….”

Runty took Rue’s hand, “they’ll have good dreams now no matter what…”

Rue smiled and watched the baby a little while before tugging Runty’s hand and then going to put the daisies beside One.

Tyler looked over as he noticed his break was over, “Oh! Perfect I was supposed to get you Rue. You’ve got to go through one last test before I walk you to the portal department. Say goodbye to our Rue,” he smiled with his metal filled teeth.

“What? Really?” Rue looked to Runty worried, “…Are you going to be okay?…”

Runty seemed to have shrank in her chair, her hand squeezed Rue’s, “y-yeah… I will be…. I-I’ll miss you though….” Her voice was small and uncertain.

Rue’s voice caught in her throat, “I don’t want to leave…”

“I’ll be okay… I was glad to meet you,” she forced a smile for her friend, “We should meet again sometime…”

Rue looked down. Silent a moment before Runty let go of her hand. She looked to the small mewtwo. The lump now stopping words.

She all but just fell down into a hug. Squeezing Runty. Only one short whine getting out.

Tyler scratched his head feeling bad but, “Come on, we shouldn’t be late okay?”

Rue stood up and rubbed her red eyes, “…o-okay…” she squeaked out. Looking back at Runty before reluctantly following Tyler. The last thing she made sure to look at was the tank, that bear set beside it with that teeny baby inside. Hopefully it would make it… it was struggling, but it was a fighter. Surely it would make it…

Surely…

#mewtwo #mewtwo oc #pokemon #mewten crew #the parting gift #ask blog #runty mewtwo #blues rue #mewtwo swap #twoswap #one mewtwo #sprout mewty #I finally took five seconds to look at a teddiursa to draw the plush #Tyler such a good egg keeping the ai company is so sweet

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Resistance III

A Dystopian AU. Please don’t ask how much there’s gonna be. I’m not sure. But I might add more characters/readers if there’s interest.

Warnings: Violence, torture, blood, gore, dark elements, tags to be added as we progress, tags will not be exhaustive so be wary.

Summary: A part of the underground, you fall into the hands of the authority you seek to derail.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Note: I always love feedback in any form so don’t be shy. Thank you for reading and for all your support. 💗

Inspire by the LEWK.

The halls of the compound are sleek and polished. A contrast to the grimy world beyond. Or at least, your world. The nomadic life that sees you sleeping with a rifle in your arms and eating expired cans of whatever you can scrounge up. The extravagant wealth reserved only for those with bartered souls.

Bucky’s hand grips your arm, metal fingers squeezing until the flesh speckles and blood courses. The taste of blood lingers on your tongue as the scent flows through your nose. The echo of his smack aches in your jaw, a tenderness in your sternum from where the beanbag struck. It’s the least of what will come, you know that.

He stops you before a white door trimmed with silver. You stare ahead, it’s all you can do. Let your feet move one after the other, let your chest rise and fall, let instinct guide you through. It’s a strange sense of acceptance. No turning back, you must march on. It’s no different than any other day. It is only the last.

He holds his hand up and the door shifts, sliding into the wall. He shoves you ahead of him. The room is large and airy, the size of a gymnasium. The sparkling floors are barren and a platform sits along the opposite end, three chairs across is, each on similar in height but wrought in a different metal. Bronze, silver, and steel.

You recognize the room, though it lacks its usual pomp. No velvet, no golden ornaments, but it is the very same throne room captured in the propaganda for the triarch. The three figureheads of the regime would be upon the stage; Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and the man at your side.

“Ah, they’re late,” he tuts, “don’t worry, minx, we can get ready while we wait.”

He turns and signals to the open door behind him. There’s some activity but you don’t turn to see. The clang of metal jars you from your trance and Bucky forces you into the rigid chair. He bends your arm against the narrow rest and closes the welded cuff around your wrist. You jerk your hand back, a thoughtless reaction amid the futility.

He clasp your other then kneels to secure your ankles in a similar fashion. The seat is designed for this and you have no doubt you’re not the first to sit upon it. You swallow and force your head up, suppressing a shudder.

He stands and rounds you, standing behind you. He rests his hands on your shoulders, kneading them as he hums.

“This doesn’t have to be difficult, but I did promise a show,” he taunts, “so give me a few screams and it will be over soon enough.”

You scoff through your nose and grit your teeth. You don’t believe him. You know better than to trust these scum. He sees you as just the same and will treat you even worse.

“Stoic, I like it,” he praises, “Lynx,” he bends and hovers his head beside yours, “I heard a lot of stories about you. I even saw you before, do you remember? When you blew up my fucking jeep?”

You let your lips curl and give a tiny chuckle, what little humour you can muster. He grips the back of the chair and pushes himself up, the chair scraping with his violent motion.

“Yeah, real fucking funny,” he steps out from behind you and rubs his hands together as he paces.

There’s some movement, the automatic whir of another unseen door. Footsteps before two figures stride across the platform. The missing thirds of the triarch. Stark, Rogers. They stop before their chairs, silver and bronze respectively. They look at you, then their cohort.

“You don’t recognise our guest?” Bucky stops on his heel.

“Should we?” Stark sneers, “why the fuck did I come all the way here?”

“Tony,” Rogers intones, “come on.”

“Alright, let’s go through the whole routine, Tony, Steve,” Bucky turns and gestures to you, “this is the venerable, infamous, and elusive Lynx.”

Stark and Rogers look at each other then back at you. Almost in unison, they sit. The former with an elbow on the armrest, the latter with shoulders straight and hands flat on his thighs.

“Ah, now I got your attention,” Bucky snickers, “I think you’ll like what I got in store.”

He walks towards you, around you, and a metal rattling follows his steps as he rolls a tray around your left side. There’s a variety of tools and bottles arranged across it. One peek is enough to spark your adrenaline.

“Now, if you take a close look at our little mink,” Bucky stands behind you and holds your chin in his vibranium hand, “you’ll see she’s already taken a bit of… manhandling. But I saved the good stuff for you two. I’m gonna make her sing you a pretty song.”

He snickers and grabs a long tweezer like utensil from the tray. He traipses around your left side and pokes one of the long ends against your fingertip. His other hand keeps your digit straight.

“Where’s the rendezvous?” He asks.

You seal your lips tightly and focus straight ahead. You hold your breath and barely keep from yelping as he stabs the tweezer into your nail bed. You quiver but do not make a sound.

“Tell me where the rendezvous is,” he repeats.

You suck in air through flared nostrils and clench your jaw. He closes the tweezer until it clamps down completely. He rips it back, taking the nails with it. You jolt in the chair and hiss through your teeth. You shake as the pain radiates through your arm, panting out the agony.

“Tell me,” he tosses your nail onto the floor and presses the sharp tweezer into your stripped nail bed, “or I do another.”

“Fuck you!” You spit and he stabs the sharp end down, a scream ripping from your lungs. You quiet yourself and grunt, jerking wildly. You inhale once more and puff, jutting your chin out, “Fuck all of you!”

#resistance #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #mcu #marvel #avengers #dystopian au #au #captain america #winter soldier #series

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Hush (1/4)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

When Y/n’s agent and accountant said that she earned a ‘snowy winter realness’ vacation, she agreed. But, as someone who spent most of her life in cities and hot climates, she hadn’t expected snow to be so inconvenient. She thought that, with how the cash flowed with her recent blockbuster films, Suzy would’ve raised the budget enough so that she wasn’t renting out a two-story cabin that was completely snowed in and barely had working electricity.

Her fingers clacked on the keyboard as she lazed on the comfortable couch. The place was cozy, so she’d give it that. Even though she was deemed a ‘celebrity,’ her standards weren’t that high; but, if she was expecting a ‘resort’ vacation as a treat for her hard work, she would’ve expected something more stable.

There was a small living room with two tinier sofas and one large. A table sat in the center and across from her was a television that Y/n had yet to make use of thanks to her computer and phone existing. There were several windows, ornate and flowery curtains open and displaying thesun, about to drop behind the trees at any moment.

From across the living room was a small kitchen. The refrigerator buzzed and it was a rather old-fashioned stove, contrasting to the modernity of the rest of the house. There were two exits to the large patio that was barren of furniture and had a thin layer of snow, one in the kitchen and a much larger one between it and the living room.

Behind the living room was a small guest bedroom that Y/n had yet to make use of. There was a winding staircase to the second floor, and there was one small bathroom next to the stairs. In reality, the second floor was the main attraction. The main bedroom was large, with several beanbag chairs and a large view to sit at. The bed was cushioned and warm and her suitcase, not yet unpacked, lay beside it. Down the hallway was another bathroom - equipped with a bath, this time -, and across from that, an office with bookshelves that were only half-occupied with books.

Sure, the place wasn’t the warmest, and Y/n didn’t like the weather or the bad wifi signal, but Suzy was right. Y/n was in need of some alone time. Apparently, the script she was working on - a drama loosely based on her own experiences - was worthwhile. And even though Suzy was always positive and encouraging, Y/n felt that her story was worth telling for all the little kids that were a mirror of what she once was.

Y/n was just finishing up an email with a potential director. It may have been vacation, but job opportunities were still lining up. Especially after her role in Doon, starring several S-tier celebrities. According to the news, Y/n ‘made it big time.’ It was as flattering as it was stressful.

She was about to finish up with,’ kind regards, from Y/n.’ But, just then, knocks sounded from the patio door. The door itself was sheer glass, which Y/n noted was rather dangerous, but Suzy said that it was the ‘specially reinforced’ kind.

She set the laptop on the coffee table. As she peered up, she was met with a middle-aged Mexican woman who’s thick black hair was just beginning to gray. Her face was wrinkled and she was quite short, barely over five feet. She was completely bundled up in winter clothes. In her grasp was a bag of peaches, and as Y/n approached the door, a friendly smile spread across her lips.

Y/n slid the door open. She shivered from the cold, only in a sweater and wool pajama bottoms. Her feet were bare since she abandoned the slippers and the cold weather nipped at her cheeks. She smiled back, although just the existence of another person made her weary and exhausted.

“Hello!” the woman greeted in a thick Spanish accent. “I heard from my husband that some new neighbors had moved in nearby. I came to meet you since this place hasn’t been used in a few months at least. I’m Alondra!”

“Hi,” she answered, relieved that she wasn’t instantly recognizable. “It’s nice to meet you, but I’m only taking a couple weeks here for a vacation. I’m Y/n. Why don’t you step inside? It’s quite chilly outside.”

Alondra pursed her lips and shook her head. For someone so old, she certainly did have a lot of energy. She insisted,” I was just dropping these off as a welcome gift. I hope you enjoy. I’ve had a real kick from trying out this fruits-only diet. To put it bluntly, fruit helps you shit.”

“Does it now?”

“Yes, yes! I would recommend, but you look incredibly healthy. Such a spry young woman,” she complimented. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before? Are you sure you aren’t a local?”

Y/n chuckled. “You probably recognize me from television. People have dubbed me a celebrity, is all.”

“Oh, wow! That’s quite interesting.” She paused, rubbing her gloved hands to her face. “It must be so lonely out here all alone. And with all the snow, you can’t do much, eh? Come over for dinner tomorrow. You can meet my husband and son. He’s down for the holiday.”

“Are you sure?” she paused, wracking her brain. The woman was nice. The wariness had dissipated with ease. “I would hate to impose.”

“Not at all! Maybe my son knows you. You know, you youngsters really love famous people these days. More than my generation ever did, at least. Then again, the famous women these days are so much prettier!”

Y/n adjusted her wait, curling her toes underneath her foot. She took the peaches from the woman gratefully, and with an eased smile, answered,” Then sure. I’d love to join. What time?”

“Seven o’ clock. My son’s finally old enough to join us adults for happy hour, too. He’s twenty.”

The celebrity blinked and chuckled, nodding along. “I’ll be there. Stay warm, alright?”

“You too! Especially with the blizzard that’s coming in tonight. Hopefully this old place has a generator. Otherwise, you might just freeze to death.”

Y/n was caught off guard from the rather dismal topic, but just like that, the woman was off. She waved over her shoulder, trudging down the patio steps, and headed right. Y/n watched her go after shutting the door, reveling in the warm atmosphere after two minutes too long.

The woman disappeared down the snow-covered road. She gulped, thoughts returning to the oncoming blizzard. She was starting to think that Suzy didn’t know what she was talking about when she said this would be relaxing. She set the peaches on the counter, and as she peered out the window once more, she noticed how the snow had a pinkish tint from the setting sun.

Y/n made her way over to the fridge. She opened it, grabbing some beef and pasta. As she hummed, deciding to make a basic spaghetti dish for dinner, she removed her phone from her back pocket and set it on the nearby counter. She began preparing the food with ease, dazing off into space as she watched the meat cook and the pasta boil.

Just as she was stirring the meat around, her phone started buzzing from her ringtone. She reached over, not abandoning her spot, and opened it. Suzy was calling. Y/n decided that her worries weren’t worth mentioning since Suzy worked just as hard, although she was currently on a vacation to Hawaii with her wife.

She pressed answer and put it on speaker. Immediately, though, she regretted it, as the woman boomed,” Y/n! Great to see you picked up. How’s the vacation treating you? Is it ‘the dream’?”

Y/n cringed and turned down the volume. Her ears buzzed from the sheer sound of Suzy. She was a quick and loud talker, and it was generally part of her charm. Just not over the phone. She paused her lips, answering,” It’s quite isolated. I’m fond of it, although it’s rather chilly and shut in. How’s paradise?”

“Perfect, perfect, but I’m not here to talk about me,” she insisted energetically. “I came to tell you to bundle up tonight. A blizzard’s passing through tonight. You’ll definitely be snowed in. And the forecast says it’ll probably reach under ten below.”

Y/n shuddered at the thought, sighing,” Yes, I’ve heard. If I freeze to death tonight, make sure it’s written on my tombstone ‘death by thoughtful accountant’.”

“Heh, I was hoping you’d get to have more fun than that,” she huffed. “I mean, there’s a ski resort not even fifty miles away. And a frozen lake perfect for ice skating a few miles down the road! I probably should’ve checked the weather report before I decided on the place, huh?”

Everything was done cooking, so Y/n turned off the various knobs, letting the boiling water calm itself. She leaned against the nearby counter, replying,” It’s no problem. It’ll be a new experience good for storytelling once I’ve recovered from hypothermia in the hospital.”

Suzy sighed exasperatedly. “Just call me in the morning, ‘kay? We don’t need America’s sweetheart freezing over.”

Y/n hummed,” Yes, yes, I’m sure. Listen, my dinner’s done cooking and I need both my hands to plate it. Have a nice time, Suzy.”

“You too, Y/n! Good luck surviving.”

Suzy hung up in record speed, leaving Y/n to sigh and shove her phone back into her pocket. Her toes tingled in anticipation of how she’d be very uncomfortable that night. But, for now, she had a delicious meal to consume and would maybe settle down with some good ol’ American television.

For the next half hour, Y/n ate, watching a rerun of some stereotypical telenovela. She recalled getting some mock scripts from a few when auditioning, the series or movie not yet letting in on what her character was meant to be. After a while, she was invested in the drama of characters who’s names she didn’t know and never would remember. An hour or so later, she was completely decompressed and wanted nothing but a hot shower before hitting the hay.

She set her phone onto the coffee table. Her feet slid into her fuzzy bunny-rabbit slippers as she went upstairs. She grabbed a towel and waited for the hot water to turn on. While doing so, she brushed her hair out of the way and took out her hearing aids, setting them on a shelf for the time being. She would just be a few minutes, after all.

Y/n stepped into the steaming shower. The hot water almost burned her skin since she wasn’t used to it. Slowly, she was, though. She ran her fingers through her hair and washed it carefully. She reveled in the hot water. She tried to squeeze her entire body under the waterfall, as any inch that wasn’t was wrought with chills.

The hearing aids were left abandoned on the shelf. The bathroom was filled with the noise of running water and the snow beginning to pick up outside, white flakes crashing into the bathroom window to Y/n’s side. But, most prominent of all, were the howling shrieks of the middle-aged woman who was desperately banging against the patio door.

Y/n stepped out of the shower, wrapping the fluffy blanket around her body. For a while, she just stood there in thought. She was often grateful for the ability to turn off the sounds around her. Life was frustrating and loud. Being almost completely deaf had its risks, but she tried her best to be safe.

Alondra had a stab wound, crying for Y/n to answer the door. She was barely clothed, only adorning her husband’s sweatshirt and jeans. Her socks were soaked and her feet might as well have been bare. Her skin had paled, but it was hard to tell in the moonlight. Her front half was stained in blood, and not just her own. Her own child had been brutally murdered on her doorstep, only after a few minutes of the electricity shutting off.

However, she sustained a stab wound in her hip. She doubted she had lost the masked assailant, but she’d somehow escaped him while dashing through the cold. She was absolutely trapped, and her only chance was alerting the new neighbor. She had electricity. She had wifi. She had weapons.

Alondra kept banging on the glass. “Y/n! Y/n, help me, please! Y/n, are you in there?”

She paused, trying to open the door for the umpteenth time. It was locked. It had been a minute ago, and it was now. Alondra was consumed by her despair, peering over her shoulder into the dark fuzz. The white snowflakes, of which were slowly being riled up further and further, cascaded her vision. She could see but six feet away from her, the rest blocked by a white wall. Her entire body was trembling from the cold, and she was beginning to realize she would either freeze or stabbed to death.

She let out a frustrated cry. Alondra was utterly terrified. The wind was howling so very loudly. So much so, that she couldn’t detect the unrevealed figure behind her.

Only when an arrow stabbed into her back did she realize. She screamed in fright, collapsing agains the glass. The man, instead of reloading, stalked forward. Alondra shrieked once more, swerving to face the killer. She recognized them immediately as the asshole who killed her son, and she attempted to dart down to the kitchen door.

The killer chuckled lowly, although it was lost in the wind. He threw the crossbow over his shoulder, allowing it to reside against his back. Instead, from his wooly winter jacket, he withdrew a long blade. The woman bashed on the glass and pulled at the handle, but it yielded no results.

The man grabbed the arrow in her shoulder, withdrawing it in one fell swipe. The woman cried in agony, collapsing to her knees. Her vision was beginning to blur, but she kept banging on the door, praying that the young resident would come to rescue or at least be alerted of the attacker’s presence.

The man kicked her shoulder, forcing her to the ground in an unnatural position.

The man wasted no time, descending the knife into her eye. Blood squirted against the mask, and the man only cackled quietly in glee. The woman’s screams fell silent and maroon stained her skin. Her chest eventually stopped heaving and the snowflakes fell against her skin, melting into the open wound.

The man was quick to pocket the knife. With what strength he retained, he hoisted the woman up and began down the patio steps. He peered right and left, but it was hard to see with the blizzard. Instead, he decided on tucking the corpse underneath the steps to rot.

He slowly walked back up the stairs. He tried at the kitchen door, but it was locked. He thought that the woman was simply delusional, but Y/n was smart. She wouldn’t just leave the doors open for any unsuspecting strangers like Alondra to doddle right in.

He withdrew from his pocket a lock pick. It was tiny and peculiar, but the man had acquired practice over the years of preparation. The door slid open with ease not even a minute later, but once he did so, he paused. His breath caught in his throat in awe as he heard the shower running from upstairs.

And then, the water stopped.

Y/n, after a few minutes of sitting in a daze, decided to get dressed again after taking but a glance at the window. It would’ve been pitch black outside, if not for the flakes of snow that hit the pane. She shivers in distaste and, as the final step, put on her hearing aids again.

Her hair was still soaked, but she usually allowed it to hair dry. It always ended up frizzy otherwise, and the electricity could go out at any moment. The house was completely silent, except for the weather outside drilling into the walls and windows.

She glanced around the coffee table. Her phone wasn’t there. She sat up and moved the couch pillows around. It wasn’t there, either. She hopped to her feet and went to the kitchen. She scanned the counters, and thinking that it might’ve been upstairs somehow, she went to turn back.

But then she noticed.

The kitchen door was ever-so slightly cracked open. A pile of snow was already piling up and melting on the floor. But, most concerning, was the smeared blood seemingly drawn on the glass by a single finger. There was a splatter, not any more than a few feet above the writing, of even more blood.

Y/n’s heart picked up. She took but a moment to scan the messy handwriting.

‘Hi :) I’m a big fan <3’

Just as her eyes widened, the lights above her suddenly shut off. The house was left shrouded in darkness, and nothing terrified her further. A squeal escaped her lips as she dashed forward and shut the door with a loud slam. She clicked the lock, and as she did so, a gloved hand suddenly grasped at the handle from around the corner.

Y/n screamed at the top of her lungs. She stumbled back, and the hand removed itself, only to reveal a figure. They were suited up in winter garb, but most memorable, was the emotionless white mask. The head tilted, and only then did Y/n notice the crossbow barely peeking over his shoulder. It was dark outside, but her eyes had adjusted.

It was impossible to not see them.

The figure tilted his head. He gives a curt wave before pointing toward the door. He had the gall to ask to be allowed in, despite how terrifying the circumstances was. When he realized he yielded no results, he tugged on the door handle animatedly. He withdrew from his pocket a small screwdriver.

Tears sprouted to her eyes as she hugged herself tightly. Through gritted teeth, she shouted,” Please, don’t do this! I - if you leave now, I won’t tell anyone! I haven’t even seen your face!”

The killer paused, clearly having heard this. Y/n was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She was completely and utterly fucked. The man had gotten in once and he could get in again. She didn’t have time to suit up and run. Hell, she didn’t even know where to run. And that blood had come from a living person.

She dreaded to think that it was the sweet neighbor from earlier.

The man’s free hand went to his face. Slowly, ever so menacingly, he removed it. As he pulled it over his forehead, the band encircling the back of his head snapped up. With the mask discarded, his face was visible. The mask thudded to the soft layer of snow, abandoned and forgotten.

The man’s eyes bore into Y/n. A grin tugged at his face and there was such a glaze over his eyes that Y/n couldn’t quite identify. She shrunk back even further, analyzing every detail she could. He wasn’t the type of man you’d see across the street and think took up a hobby of slaughtering people. He looked so normal. And that was even scarier than any macho man that could’ve been revealed. He had slight fuzz across his jawline and a developing mustache. He seemed to have dirty blonde hair and had an oval face. Blue eyes, pale skin, thin eyebrows and average lips.

He was just a guy.

Sending a mischievous smirk, he crouched down. He dipped his gloved finger into the splatter of blood above, still wet and sullied from the on-pour of melted snowflakes. With one fell swoop, he took a large glob. He then began tracing letters right above the original writing.

He wrote backwards so flawlessly. It made Y/n petrified to think he’d done this cat-and-mouse routine with many other people. Y/n knew this was her time to run, to gain some distance. To figure out a game plan. But, instead, she watched as he traced letter after letter.

And then, his gaze flickered back up to the woman, his focus broken. His finger withdrew ever so slowly, and his grip on the lock pick was hard as steel. He tilted his head so innocently, a smile tugging at his lips.

Y/n scanned the words.

‘Now you have.’

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